Lost Her Panties Novels & Stories

He had saved up the money after eating solely mac and cheese for an entire week and gotten me the pendant. I cherished it nonetheless. I hadn't taken it off for five years, and the protective wax that coated the pendant had already worn off. Alexander's biggest fear came true when he saw the pendant. He fell to his knees and covered his face, devastated as he broke down in tears. There was no hiding the anguish and sorrow in his sobs. The police officer clapped him on the shoulder and waited until he had calmed down before showing him a security footage. "We tracked your fiancée's whereabouts and found that she left the apartment in the evening on the 23rd of June. She hadn't returned since.

Would the skirt be the last request? Reaching behind me, I unzipped my black pencil skirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing my black garter belt and white bikini panties. Mr. Roderick turned his chair so he was staring at me straight on. He expected more. “The bra and panties, Trish.” Erin motioned toward my chest and crotch. I fought back angry tears. I’d thought the times before with Erin had been embarrassing, but they weren’t nearly as humiliating as being showcased to a stranger like a prized pony.

“You can keep it on if you’d like, I have no interest in seeing you completely nude but lose the panties.” “I’m not wearing panties,” she deadpans. “They’re a hustle.” My gaze sweeps over her, wandering, curious—so imaginatively curious that my cock twitches at the possible sight. A familiar emotion slams into me so hard that my vision distorts for a moment. She was out there with Damien without panties, is that what they laughed about? The thought that anyone else has heard those words tonight or any other night makes me twitch with a sudden urge to decrease the population by whoever many it is that know this much.

She had no desire to lose anymore clothes. The first person to lose pants was Kelly. She shimmied out of them and sat back down in just her bra and panties. Lauren and Danni lost their shorts next. Then, finally, Mia lost. But instead of taking off her top, she slipped her jeans off. "Just like bikini bottoms at the beach," she reasoned, more to herself than anyone.

The moment I stepped into this gate, I already knew I was in trouble;I don't just know that it would come in this form and from the great Alpha himself. I moved away from the mirror and rolled out a chunk of tissue—at this point, it’s safe to say I deserve an ambassadorial deal with the tissue company. I’ve lost count of how many packs I’ve gone through in just the few days I’ve been here. I slipped off my panties—it's drenched to the extent that there was no way it's not going to stain this mesh dress if I sit. I threw it on the couch and wiped my pussy, and thighs clean. I moved towards the closet, get a G-string and slipped it on.

I scream but it is cut short. The door which had slammed hard against me opens again. Kai’s face peeks in. I rise sharply. “What's it again?” I scold within. His pupils dilate. “I forgot my panties.” His eyes drops on the floor beside me. I trail meeting his wetspot blank panties. I blink with calculative thoughts. “Not gay, why is his panties wetspot?” “Throw it quickly!” Even touching it, I feel numb. “Throw it now!” I bend hesitantly, picking it slightly, flinging it over. His threat echoes again, overwhelming me with guilt. Anger spills.

"You most certainly are, the complete uniform includes a pair of white cotton panties which you are clearly not wearing." I slid my finger slowly inside her and she let out a slow purr. "I'm really sorry Mr. Brad, I did have my panties on but..." Her concentration faded as I found her clit and began to gently run a finger over it. "But...I just got so excited...about...tying knots... they got... a...little...wet...so I took them off..." "That's no excuse, you should have had a spare pair in your kit." "Yes...yes...Mr. Brad...I'm so sorry..."

I couldn't stand the shame of looking a stranger in the eyes and saying, “Sorry, last night was a mistake,” I gently tiptoed out of the bed, picking up pieces of my clothing that was scattered all around the room. I slipped into them as quietly as I could and that was when I noticed that my panties were missing. “Fuck,” I cursed out, squatting to see if it was under the bed. It wasn't. I heard a sound coming from above me and I almost froze in place. It was from the stranger. Shit. Was he waking up? I decided to crawl my way out of the room, forgoing my panties. As soon as I reached the door, I got on my feet to scurry away.

She held the panties up with the tip of her fingers, still in disbelief, “In the office? Who knew my brother could be this wild!” Just then she heard movement behind the door and a wicked smile carved at the corners of her lip. She ran towards the door, hiding behind it, until it creaked open, then she jumped out, throwing the panties on his face, “Gotcha!” “Who's the lucky girl…” her voice trailed off, the smile on her face disappearing into horror As panties slipped from her fingers into his face, her brain froze, her dignity packed its bags, and shame booked a one-way flight to Mars.

I’ve often heard stories of women leaving their panties for men to fantasize about. But I didn’t! It wasn’t intentional! I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. Pulling myself together,I grabbed the panties and stuffed it into my pocket, “Mr Hudson,I admit..this is mine.And I was supposed to dispose it after bathing but I forgot and then we were suddenly in a hurry to get me out of here before anyone sees me so you can’t certainly find me cheap because of this.I have no intentions of seducing you so don’t overthink this.”