Goth Lingerie Novels & Stories

A picture of Calla. Not just any picture, she was sprawled across his bed, wearing the most tempting black lingerie he had ever seen. The lace hugged her body like it was made for her alone, sheer in some places, leaving just enough to the imagination, but not much. The straps curved across her shoulders, dipping down to reveal her cleavage in a way that made his throat tighten. Black silk stockings climbed up her legs, clipped neatly to a garter belt that wrapped her waist like a crown.

Beautiful, breathtaking lingerie. A black set first—bra with sheer cups embroidered in delicate floral patterns, the kind that would tease more than cover. Matching panties, barely there, with thin straps that would sit high on my hips. Then a deep burgundy bodysuit, lace panels down the sides, crotchless. A silk nightslip in ivory, so thin it was almost transparent, with slits up both sides. And finally, a robe—black satin, floor-length, with feather trim at the cuffs. Everything was my size.

An open door to gather all the attention. "Do all things but keep my dad out of this. He has gone to rest now. Let him rest in peace." I uttered and shifted away. She hissed and proceeded to what she was doing before. Indira helped her out to pick out some sets of lingerie which left no imagination. One of them was the worst. It was a two piece, pepper red lingerie. It had only tiny straps, the nipple sides were cut and where the clit was supposed to be. A hole at the center.

I pass by velvet bins full of designer bags and these weird mannequins wearing heavy diamond chokers. I'm not exactly a jewelry girl, but those are just too pretty; I'm honestly sold to stupor. Then I hit the section that's filled with lingerie. Darn! A bunch of leather, silk, and transparent lace lingerie in red, white, and black. One of the mannequins is wearing a leather bra that doesn't have shoulder straps, but it's wrapped around the breasts tightly with two zippers that open at each nipple area to expose the full breasts. But that's not the wild part. The leather pants it's wearing are crotchless. In all their fanciness, they are pants that don't cover shit.

Way better than my wedding day. It was black color lingerie with a halter neck and lace to tie at the back. It had two long slits ending mid-waists giving a good show to the black thongs I was wearing. The upper part of the lingerie pushed up my bosom and made it look larger and full showing a lot of cleavage at the same time. “I hope my plan works out,” I mumbled whilst waiting for Tiger’s arrival.

“Fuck… that one. Buy it. Wear it tonight.” Dress after dress followed. A black sheer number with strategic cutouts exposing my waist and the sides of my breasts. A white gown that became nearly see-through under certain lighting. He approved sets of expensive lingerie, crotchless panties, garter belts, and bras that pushed my tits up perfectly. “Those crotchless ones stay on under every dress,” Luca growled through the phone. “I want easy access to that pussy whenever I want it at the gala tonight.”

Each display boasted an impressive array of exquisite lingerie, delicately arranged to beckon me closer and explore their wonders. As I navigated through the breathtaking collection, my heart raced at seeing intricately designed garments that seemed to dance with enchantment. Each piece was a stunning work of art, meticulously fashioned from luxurious fabrics that felt sumptuous against my fingertips. The vibrant palette of colors—rich cerulean blues, sultry deep reds, and playful blush pinks—combined with flirtatious styles that exuded confidence and sophistication. Nearby, overflowing bins brimmed with plush, ultra-soft bras and alluring lace panties, each whispering secrets of elegance an

Nat said excitedly. We all moved to Rai’s room, and Nat went through my clothes. She chose a sexy black lingerie with a black net fishnet pantyhose and a pair of black stilettos. The top part of the lingerie was shaped into butterfly wings, and the bottom part was a G-string with only a tiny butterfly to cover the front part of my sensual spot.

She pulled it open and gasped at the sinful-looking lingerie. ‘It was too scandalous!’ she thought, but her fingers had a sense of their own as they carefully brushed over the soft lace fabric. It was an all-black lingerie set, with matching stockings, garter belts, and a lace mask that looked like sex and sin. Aria swallowed when she imagined herself in the lace, with Kayden's hungry gaze devouring every inch of her body and worshipping her like a goddess, and she found herself taking off her overcoat and letting it fall and pool at her feet.

My pussy was still sore from the two orgasms I’d fucked myself through after I killed the light, fingers buried knuckle-deep while I imagined that thick married cock spraying all over his window. I skipped classes, then drove straight to the mall, and spent every last dollar of my coffee-shop tips on the sluttiest lingerie I could find: a sheer black babydoll that was basically see-through mesh, so short it barely skimmed the bottom of my ass, and a tiny matching thong that disappeared between my cheeks like a fucking string. The lace was so delicate my puffy pink nipples poked straight through the fabric the second I tried it on in the dressing room.