Goth Lingerie Novels & Stories

It was given to me by the agency for helping them out a few weeks prior. It is a really sexy piece of lingerie because it’s see-through, featuring black lace flowers covering my private area. The top is a bustier with garters meant to connect to its stockings. The bottom is a g-string panty, leaving my plump ass completely exposed. I smiled, feeling excited as I put it on. I sat on a small bench inside to slide on the sheer black stockings and then hooked the garters to the top. I checked myself out in the full-length mirror. I let my long hair down, applied dark red lipstick to my lips, sprayed some perfume, and finally walked out.

"No. You're all coming with me. No buts!" I told them to sit down on the lounge chair in the middle of the store. A reluctant sales lady approach me and ask on what am I looking for. I told her I need a lingerie that is not revealing and it is cute. Almost 80% of these are revealing so I just chose a black number that is cute. Heck I am not even sure If I can wear it. There is also a lacy black panties included in this lingerie. I ask the MIB if they want to see if Gideon will like what I bought but the MIB begged me to not show them what I bought.

Gianna’s POV I stood in front of the mirror in my chambers running my hands over the soft, sheer lace of the lingerie Nyx had chosen for me. It was a deep crimson the kind that looked like it had been painted with fire and passion barely covering anything. The neckline plunged daringly, the delicate material clinging to my curves teasing more than concealing. Like I wanted it. The slit up the side of the matching robe revealed far too much leg and the thin straps felt like they could snap under the weight of my anticipation.

The air still carried his cold cedar scent. I walked to the vanity, preparing to get a bath towel. But I discovered that on the marble surface of the vanity, there was an exquisite black gift box. The lid had already been opened. Inside wasn't the pajamas I had imagined, but a set of deep red lace lingerie. The fabric was pitifully sparse, with delicate lace patterns that were extremely sexy, radiating a high-class erotic appeal. I picked up the lingerie with trembling hands and looked at the size tag. It was exactly my size. Precise to the millimeter.

A naughty glint in her eye says she understood what I meant. “I think I know just what would be perfect” and takes me to a different section of the store. Rows and rows of the most seductive-looking lingerie greet me. Panties that are open at the crotch and pearls lining the opening in the crotch, bras with open cups that completely allow the boobs to hang out. Leather bras with open cups, sheer baby dolls, and many more. I am completely baffled by the collection and the various items that could be used to spice up the sex.

Save it for Connor. I got out of the shower and dug out my sexiest lingerie; the set I'd bought on a whim last year, hoping to spark something. Black lace, sheer enough to tease, with a bra that cupped my tits just right, pushing them up into soft cleavage that begged to be grabbed. The thong was barely there. It was a thin strip that disappeared between my ass cheeks and the front panel was translucent over my shaved pussy. Lastly, the garters that were clipped to thigh-high stockings, framing my curves like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

Where's the fun in that? Maybe it's just my pathetic attempt to deny the fact that I don't hate him as much as I used to. My first stop happens at La Perla. I walk out with three new sets of lingerie—black lace, emerald green satin, and one crimson set that literally whispers the filthiest promises. They are obscene enough to make a man lose his mind if he ever saw them. I carry the bags myself instead of letting them be delivered. I want him to see the evidence when I walk through the door tonight.

Daniella stepped into Christian’s master bedroom, heart still racing from the intense encounter in the alcove. Her legs felt weak, her core still throbbing with unfulfilled need. She closed the door behind her and moved to the walk-in closet. She chose the black lingerie she knew would drive him wild — a sheer lace bodysuit that clung to every curve like a second skin. The delicate straps framed her full breasts, the cups barely containing them, pushing them up invitingly. The lace hugged her narrow waist before flaring over her wide, fat ass, the material stretching taut across the generous, rounded cheeks. It rode high on her hips, the crotchless design leaving her pussy exposed. The garte

The bodice of the lingerie is cut like a corset, cinching in her tiny waist so she looks like the perfect figure eight. The bottom part of the lingerie is a tiny underwear, with silky garters on her slender curvy thighs. Complete with the stocking that reaches her upper thigh, she is a vision to behold. It gives me an ego boost, knowing that I picked the perfect lingerie even though it has been years since I last did it. I still got it and she is the perfect muse.

At least his appreciation of my body was one thing he got right. I pulled open the drawer where Julian kept the lingerie he bought for me. I selected a set I had not worn yet. Black lace, nearly transparent, with a sheer push-up bra that left my nipples visible through the fabric. The matching panties were nothing more than a triangle of lace held together by thin strings at my hips. The garter belt was strappy and intricate, and I attached sheer black stockings to it, rolling them slowly up my thighs.