Lost Her Panties Novels & Stories

He said showing my red panties with a hello kitty design on the front. My eyes widened at what I saw and quickly grabbed it from his hand. My cheeks were red and I immediately hid them behind my back, not being able to look at him too much because of embarrassment. I'm embarrassed because of my panties. Because it looks like a child, what can I do, it's a cheap one that I bought before I moved here to Manila. Hey! Why did Ros see my magical panties? Shame! "T-thank you." I stuttered while not being able to look at him directly."Get out of here, maybe someone will see you here and what

Alina pov I knelt patiently outside his office door, sitting back on my heels, wearing nothing but the delicate red lace panties I had bought just for him. The waiting was torture. The air smelt like the thick scent of arousal. Mr Parker ordered yesterday not to wash my pussy. The dried remains of my cum still clung on my skin, making it unbearable to control my desire. I had worn the same panties all night, touching myself again and again thinking about his long hard dick, that was going to get buried deep inside me.

"Tell me about this lingerie you've been hiding from me." I giggle, "Well, the corset laces up the back and it's made of lace. Entirely see through." He groans, "See through, huh?" "Mmmhmmm and the panties are made of see through lace as well." He gulps loudly. "Is that so?" "Yep." I say popping the p, "But you see they are magic panties." He cuts me off before I can explain, "Magic, magic panties? How? How are they magic?" He's fumbling with the room key and I almost feel bad for getting him this worked up already. Almost.

she said, shoving the panties back into the bag. “I’m glad I could help. If you need anything, just call me, okay?” Ethan said as he left. “Sure,” she said with a nod as he closed the door behind him. As soon as Ethan was far enough away, Jems screamed into the pillow on the bed. “Aahhh!” she groaned. “I can’t believe Ethan got me panties! Like, getting me pads wasn’t embarrassing enough, he had to get me panties, Ethan of all people! And they’re my exact size,” she said, clutching her hair in frustration. “I’m grateful, but this is so embarrassing,” she said, rolling around on the bed.

“Leave the top buttons undone. I want the whole floor to see what happens when someone forgets who they belong to.” She nodded, breathless, already reaching for her ruined panties with shaking fingers. “Yes, Daddy.”

I still remember how flustered Rayne was when she realized I'd been watching her, enjoying the show. I did tell her I was going to keep this as a souvenir. I bet she thought I was joking. And I remember telling her she smelt incredible, like a juicy peach ripe for picking. She still does. I inhale the scent of her still lingering on the panties even after all these months. It's a torture device, reminding me of what I've lost. I sigh and fold the panty before returning it to its hiding place. I slam the box shut and keep it away.

Even though she was on birth control the lack of trust was always there. "Now get dressed, we need to talk a little bit more. Randi picked up her shorts while Jag pulled up his pants. Randi found her shirt but was looking for her panties. "I can't find my panties. You see them?" She asks. "Nope. Babe put your clothes on and let's talk." Jag told her. After she put on her shorts, she grabbed her shirt. While she was distracted, Jag put her panties in his pocket. He set in his chair and after she put her shorts on, he pulled her onto his lap.

“I had them… I thought… shit.” Carol couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. She spun around, scanning the other side of the bed, whispering curses under her breath. “If Antonio finds you in here like this…” “I’ll be dead,” he cut in. “Exactly!” She exhaled again. Suddenly, her brain froze. “What about mine?” Luca blinked. “What?” “My panties, they’re missing too and you know how soaked they were,” His mouth opened slightly, his brows furrowing. “What do you mean missing?”

Flinging out more clothes from the drawer and not seeing my favorite lingerie makes me curse. “Where the hell are they?” I bark into the air, surging to my feet with a rapidly beating heart. Wheezing a breath, I walk into the bathroom and into my small walk-in closet, riffling through the heap of panties. “Omigod!!!! Where are my favorite panties!!?” I yell, feeling so emotional I want to cry my eyes out. “Who took panties? Huh?” I breathe out, wheezing, panting. How is it possible ten of my favorite panties have gone poof!? I ponder, my head hammering.

She stole it after we had sex. I gave her my penthouse address and she showed up. Wearing a short skirt and a revealing red crop top. And she wasn't even wearing a fucking panties that day. Not even a damn bra. We talked. I offered her wine and started to kiss her and I fucked her on my couch. She didn't even take her panties after the deed was done. And then I knew she didn't come that day because of her panties. She came for the D.