Hajime Hinata Undergarments Novels & Stories

His heart was beating so fast relative to the rate of the heartbeat of someone who just finished a hundred meter race or more. Hang has already removed her top, leaving behind only the transparent singlet she was putting on. Underneath the transparent singlet she was putting on was also a transparent brassiere. The brassiere was made of nylon-like material and it was colorless. Both the singlet and the brassiere were transparent in that things that are meant to be kept out of the look of everyone except her husband are seen clearly. Jacquard felt what he predicted is about to happen. He was painting and was not comfortable with all that was happening. "Hang, don't you feel putting on that cl

A knock came to the door as he was thinking, and he stopped his thought to open it. Hinako was there when the door was opened. She was wearing a light brown kimono style top and a pair of knee-length shorts with matching color. Her dark hair was styled up into two cute buns and while she didn’t wear any make up, her smile seemed to make up for the touch of beauty in her form. “Good morning!” she greeted cheerfully. Jai smiled warmly at her. “Good morning, Hinako-san.” “Ah! You remembered my name!” Hinako replied with a happy smile.

he instructed to the saleslady. He eyed for some nighties and underwear in the shelves near him, checking Jasmin coming out showing the dress fitting to him. He picked up some black, red, and white sexy nighties, also some sexy lace undies in black and red colors, he had never done this before for his wife. He felt horny just looking at those sexy panties, imagined Jasmin wearing those in her body. He gave those nightwears he had chosen to the sales lady to pack them into a different paper bag to be able to recognize it easily.

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.

Like before, we had a great lunch and enjoyed a fun conversation. In the afternoon, I started getting ready for my date with Jozzer. I had finished cooking and had already showered. Now I was choosing what to wear. I noticed that there were even more clothes in the closet than before. There were also some very unusual undergarments. I picked up one set, a bra and panties, but they were practically see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination. I knew all of these were expensive. Much as I wanted to return them, I knew they’d just refuse and might even get annoyed with me. They’re giving these of their own accord, so why should I refuse? Of course, I won't, especially since they put in the

It was fitted at the top with a flowing skirt, elegant but not overly formal. "It's beautiful," I breathed. "Try it on," he said, and there was something in his voice that made me look up at him. "What else?" I asked suspiciously. He held up a bag from an expensive lingerie boutique, his grin turning wicked. "You're going to wear this underneath." I took the bag and peeked inside, my face immediately heating. Red lace lingerie—a bra and matching panties. Except the panties were crotchless. "Lucian!" I said, scandalized.

Did she say lingerie? While I am showering, a thought occurs: I'm alone. For the first time I was alone. I wonder if there's a way out of here. I thought I saw a window. I wonder how high up I am? Thoughts of escape routes and plans circle around in my head and I wonder if it's even possible? Slowly, I shut off the water and grab the towel she left me. I'd say I felt refreshed, but that would be a lie. Although I took a shower, I didn't have any shampoo or bodywash, so I felt like a drowned rat. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. " Here. He wants you to wear this." She threw me a black bustier. It had light boning, was a halter style, and had laces up the back with a playful bow and fron

The next bag had three sets of underwear, a white set with inbuilt push-ups and matching boy legs, the same set in black, and a dark red set made of sheer lace with a matching g-string. "Your pick or hers?" I asked, showing him with a raised eyebrow. He held his hands up, palms out. "All I did was sit there." I emptied out the third bag. Four singlets, white, grey, green and a burnt orange fell out, followed by a red tartan mini skirt, pink halter top and a yellow spaghetti strap dress. The skirt was fugly, the halter liveable, if outside my usual pick of colour, and the dress was just plain scary. I didn't do dresses, especially flowing, girly ones like this one. Well, not besides my newly

The camera was on, his face professional, but beneath the desk his cock strained against his sweatpants. The door creaked open softly. Nagur slipped in, still sleepy-eyed from an earlier subspace session, wearing nothing but the delicate black lace lingerie Cassian had personally picked out for him that morning. The sheer fabric clung to his skin, the intricate patterns framing his nipples and barely covering his half-hard cock, the back of the panties cut high to expose the base of the massive plug still lodged in his ass. A faint trail of dried cum from the morning’s face-fucking still clung to his collarbone. Nagur moved with that dreamy, subspace-tinged grace, padding barefoot across the

"Oh, sorry I forgot your a man. But seeing your chest flat as the wall. Hmm... Yea. Seems your a man." Right now, Nathan is wearing a white top uniform and a black necktie. Hearing Nikka had said, he blushed from embarrassment then shouted, "Don't tell me even you questioned my sexuality?! I'm 100 percent straight men!" He proudly said as he stands and hitting his chest with his arm. Nikka chuckled from her friend reaction. "Aiyoo~ of course I kno —" she stops when Nathan out of nowhere shouted excitedly, "B-b-b-bento?!!!" his sparkling eyes are looking at the big lunch box in Zitrey's lap that was covered in untied pink silky cloth with sakura flower pattern on it. Kate insists this type o