Goth Lingerie Novels & Stories

I navigated towards my closet, my fingers brushing against the lavish fabric as I picked out a lingerie set that screamed 'queen. The lingerie was a perfect concoction of all things sensual and divine. Crafted in obsidian lace, it hugged my curves like a second skin, exuding a dangerous allure. The bralette was a masterpiece, its plunging neckline accented with intricate floral embroidery that highlighted my curves. The underwire provided a gentle lift, adding to the enticing display. A tiny charm in the shape of a crescent moon adorned the midriff, a subtle nod to my identity as Luna. The matching panties were a testament to artful seduction, mirroring the bralette's floral lace and decorat

When the bathroom door opened and Renee stepped out, his irritation quickly dissipated. There she stood in the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen. The top was an ocean blue, see-through bra. It had a small lace rose over each nipple, which was the only part of her breast it was hiding. She had a garter belt on that was hooked to black fishnet hose. The panties she wore were also ocean blue and it was nothing but straps. The only part of it that covered anything was the small rose that covered her folds. The stem of the rose went down and turned into enough material to cover the bottom of her folds. She slowly turned to show him the back. The straps of the bra criss crossed twice and that's all

The last time I wore lingerie for him, he loved it. I chose a deep purple pair of lingerie. It had a delicate lace, only concealing where necessary and accentuating my curves. The garter belt straps were attached to thigh-high lace stockings. I felt confident looking at myself because the outfit made me look more daring. I turned to the bed to look at the contents on it. I felt my face go hot… My eyes had bulged out as Teni poured them on the bed with a mischievous look on her face. "What are you doing?" I whisper-yelled.

Her reverie could have taken that long, as Vee was surprised when she realized that Lenka was already shooing her towards the backstage to get ready for the show. She was now clad in her first item to present on the runway - a black, one piece all-lace lingerie which didn't really cover up anything that much. It was high-cut and showed off her entire thighs and crotch, and her buttocks were only partially encased in a V-web of pure lace. The bust part of the piece was cut with a very low neckline which again was shaped like a "V." She suddenly remembered Guy saying that the lingerie was patterned specifically for her.

My breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that felt too loud in the quiet room. She was wearing lingerie. Sexy lingerie. A garter belt, sheer stockings that disappeared under the lace of her garter, a matching bra and panties set. Black lace, delicate yet strong. It clung to her curves, highlighting the perfect shape of her body, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hip, the dark delta between her legs.

I was stiff to the core. She stood, both of her hands on her waist, dressed in a black lingerie, a hot sexy one with net design. The lace she wore clung perfectly to her curves, her bra was so low that it was only covering her nipples, those soft milky flesh all out in the open. My eyes blinked for the first time since I turned to look at her. The straps from the garter belt around her waist led down to thigh high transparenr stockings that was all glittering in bright light. This woman did not even stop here, she paired her jaw gagging combo with a pair of black stiletto heels.

It was a beautiful space with dim lighting and, while seamless backdrops, fit for the ambience of shooting people clad in next to nothing. Next to the wall were racks of the most expensive lingerie I’d ever seen. They ranged from tiny lace sets to sheer bodysuits to silk that looked as slippery as sin. “These are really amazing. Damn, your mom knows her stuff.” Liora shrugged nonchalantly and locked the door to prevent anyone from walking in on us. She switched right into a professional tone as she asked me to, “Take everything off.” As she said so, she began picking items off the rack.

‘Trust me, the moment Clayton Voss sees you in this, his eyes are going to pop out of their socket” A grin tugged at my lips at the memory. I slowly untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Three scraps of lace and ribbon were nestled carefully inside the box. I picked up the first lingerie, it was a black sheer lace, with impossibly tiny straps and matching thong and thigh-high lace socks, honestly, it looked like scarp of shredded clothing This should even be classified as clothing because it exposed more than it covered, but I guess that was the point The second was a bright red lace Babydoll Chemise, backless with a cupless bra designed to show off my whole breasts like an exhibition

I tapped the link. Oh. Oh God. My face immediately caught fire as the shopping page loaded. Silk lingerie sets in jewel tones. Lace bodysuits that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Something called a "romance enhancement kit" that I refused to examine too closely. Emily, what are you doing to me? I scrolled down, my cheeks burning hotter with each item. A sheer black negligee. Massage oils in various "sensual" scents. Something involving straps that I couldn't identify. He can't even see, I reminded myself. What's the point of lingerie for a blind man?

I whimpered. We reached the lingerie section. Racks of silk, satin, lace—every color, every style. Marcus let go of my hand and started walking the aisles, eyes scanning like he was shopping for himself. I hovered behind him, heart hammering, cock still aching from the car. He stopped at a black set—bra, garter belt, thong, stockings. Sheer mesh panels, delicate straps, little bows at the hips. Simple. Elegant. Filthy. “This one,” he said, lifting it off the rack. “Try it on.”