Lost Her Panties Novels & Stories

she rushes the words out and covers her face with one of her hands while I take big steps towards her so that I'm quickly standing right in front of her. I look her over but I can't see anything wrong and I can feel my eyebrows climb my forehead in confusion. "ok so I bought new panties and bras a little while ago and I decided to wear one of the sets tonight...the panties have diamonds on the side but one of them is caught in my dress and I can't get it off and I don't want to rip my dress!" again her words are rushed but I understand her clearly and again I find it finding cute when she covers her face with her hands in embarrassment.

And she thinks there's more to why Rick have plainly refused to fuck her. She sighed, standing up from the couch. She needed to pee. But then she noticed that her ripped panties were gone. She looked everywhere around the couch but couldn't find it. Then she smiled when realization dawned. Rick was a pant collector.

My head spun, my thighs shook. I came hard, fast, knees buckling against the partition. Stars behind my eyes. When the aftershocks faded, I was panting, forehead pressed to the cool metal door. My panties were ruined…sodden, stretched out of shape. I peeled them off, the lace dragging slick against my skin, and for a second I thought about stuffing them in my purse. Then I thought…fuck it.

Then I reached for my panties‚ but they were torn to pieces and was hanging on my waist‚ ruined by his rough hands. "Oh great! Just great!” I yelled‚ my voice cracking with frustration. I felt exposed‚ vulnerable without them. I smoothed down my pencil skirt as best I could‚ but it clung to my thighs in a way that made me uncomfortable. “I hate you! I hate you!” I was acting childish‚ I knew that. Deep down‚ I remembered begging him to take me‚ to go harder. But couldn't he have resisted? Couldn't he have stopped when he saw how lost I was? It was all his fault. He had pushed me to that point‚ broken down my walls until I couldn't think straight. And now I had lost what should have been for

“I guess I must have thought I was imagining it, too.” “He’s never tried anything,” Dani said. She sniffled. “Honest, Mom. Except, well … no, never mind.” “Tell me, Dani.” “It’s gross.” “Tell me anyway.” “Some of my … my panties … are gone. I put them in the hamper, but now I can’t find them.” “Does he say anything?”

How could he buy such a thing? Did he dislike her for wearing too conservatively? Since she took the panty, her face turned redder as time passed. No longer wanting to think about it, Samantha went to the bathroom. When she had finished showering, she realized her panty was gone. Her heart dropped. Opening her wardrobe, she realized it was filled with that kind of panty! Samantha realized she had underestimated Kendrick. He was a huge pervert! After hesitating for a while, she decided to give it a try. She planned to go out and buy new panties the next day.

I tried not to think about the one Mr Stark stole. When we reached the apartment, we settled down, with the bags crowding the couches. Neither of us had any intentions of unpacking. We just laid in bed, facing the ceiling, still fully clothed. “I’m not cooking,” Indra was the one to speak first. “I lost my panties,” I murmured. “I got you another one,” she said. Another moment of silence before she caught on to what I was trying to say. She sat up, leaning on her elbows. “What does that mean exactly? Did you lose them at the hote-“

I give them a desperate tug, still smiling as if I'm completely at ease, trying to keep from looking down and drawing any extra attention to what are by far the most embarrassing piece of clothing I own. It almost works. With one more sharp tug, I get the panties free of my shoe, but I use a little too much force. And while this particular pair of underwear is old, the elastic waistband still has plenty of spring to it, because before I even realize what's happening, it sling-shots its way from my grip and flies across the room. Hitting Orlando Fontaine right in the chest. Everyone in the tent is dead silent as my sad, stained period panties fall to the ground. Orlando stares down at them wi

She looked around the room, panic mounting as she saw her belongings scattered everywhere; her clothes lay wrinkled on the floor, shoes pushed under the table, and her bra and panties were gone — vanished. “Oh God,” she whispered, placing a hand over her mouth. “My dignity is shattered, and I can’t even find my underwear.” She grabbed her clothes in a rush, hands fumbling with the zipper on her skirt, fingers clumsy as she kept glancing over her shoulder, terrified he’d wake up and see her like this. Shit shit! How do I wear this without panties? “I guess I have no choice,” she exhaled slowly, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she grabbed her purse, heels in hand, and crept toward the door

Lisa's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped out of her car, the cool evening breeze caressing her exposed skin. She couldn't believe what had just happened. One moment, she was driving home from work, the next, her blouse had magically vanished, leaving her in just her lacy bra. And now, as she walked towards the park, her panties had also disappeared, leaving her completely naked beneath her skirt.