Goth Lingerie Novels & Stories

Damelza POV I walked back and forth in front of Theo's room with a feeling of anxiety engulfing me. He said he was going home tonight, but after a long wait, he hadn't shown up yet. My feet stepped towards the tall glass attached to the wall. “Uh… I'm not used to this kind of revealing outfit.” I bit my lip when I saw the image of my body, which was only wrapped in red lingerie. The top of the lingerie has a lace accent—thin lace with soft material covering both my breasts. For some reason, I feel like my breasts are getting bigger and sexier when I'm in lingerie. And a thin G-string protected my pussy, even though it was only able to cover the middle of it.

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.

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

His hand brushes past silks and satins before plucking out the most dangerous piece of all. Blood-red velvet that clung to every curve like it was sculpted on my body, the plunging neckline edged with black lace that gave it an almost sinful elegance. Long, sheer black gloves slid up my arms, while a slit cut high along the thigh promised ruin to anyone who dared to stare too long. A gothic choker with a red jewel caught the light against my collarbone, dark and regal. The train pooled at my feet like spilled wine. “Perfecf,” Nico whispered with a grin.

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.

With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I carefully pulled the lingerie from the hanger. Stepping out of my clothes, I stood before the full-length mirror. The soft light from the chandelier bathed the room, casting a romantic glow. I slipped the panties up my legs, feeling the coolness of the lace against my skin. They fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. The intricate patterns of the lace seemed to accentuate every dip and swell, creating an alluring silhouette.

Like I wouldn't be the one getting any. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.