Lost Her Panties Novels & Stories

Will she give it to Dominique or throw it away? God, let her throw it away. I can’t imagine Dominique finding my panties, I’m going to die of embarrassment. First, it was getting drunk, blacking out, throwing up, and then forgetting panties. What’s going to be next? Forgetting a bra? Like that'll ever happen. I’m not going back to his house so strike that.

Chapter Four Temptation in Plain Sight NOVA POV The day after my friends left me with the man whose company I’ve been dreading again since our last meeting started with my favorite panties going missing. Not just any panties, it’s my soft pink lace ones. The ones I bought after reading Velvet Nights because the heroine wore them before her boss bent her over a desk and ruined her for every other man in the city. They were my “just in case” panties. Just in case something scandalous ever happened.

“It’s intensified over the last couple of days, a different man staring at me intently at work, leaving huge tips at the counter. They never speak to me, though.” She starts to nod, but I’m not nearly done. “And on Thursday, I thought I saw someone out my window. I concluded that maybe it was the anxiety making me see things, but then...” A flush runs down my neck. “I’ve lost an absurd amount of thongs in the last three days.” Dr. Garcia blinks. “I’m sorry?” “My panties. They’ve gone missing.” I can’t tell if the twitch in her bottom lip is a sign of looming laughter, or if she is irritated by me and thinks I’m wasting her time with jokes. I wish I was. I wouldn’t have a new set of thongs in

I yawned as I contemplated in my head and finally decided to go to my room “Theo wait!” I heard and I mentally sighed. What does she want this time around… I turned to face Gabi as she eagerly gasped for air. “We’ve got a situation. All the girls panties have equally been stolen” she finally said “WHAT!!!” Jerry and Cassie bellowed >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Total blackout<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< NANI!!! ALL GIRLS PANTIES HAVE BEEN STOLEN??? SO THEY’RE WALKING AROUND IN NO UNDERWEAR??

His gazes darts from the panties back to me and I flash him a smile, “Seems you were born to soak my panties.” Just like that, I walk out. Leaving him jaw dropped and contemplating so many decisions. ***** When I left Adrian in my room yesterday I felt weird and I don't mean my scalp was hurting from the hair pulling, it was a gust of heat. It flashed over me so fast but I felt it, it made me scream because it felt like I was in hell for a second. I cleaned my face in one of the bathrooms before I returned downstairs, without my panties. I felt different without them but I didn't mind the feeling much.

She searched through all of the clothes she thought she had lost, even the ones Creighton bought her their first day together. Sandra found the soft dark blue pants that she liked so well from the hotel’s shop and slipped into them, smiling wickedly when she pulled them up across her naked bottom. Going without panties was becoming a habit, but one she was happy to experience, if for no other reason than the reaction of her new husband.

“I wouldn’t insult you by pretending it was.” She turned away—but not before slipping the cufflink back into my hand. “You don’t get to disappear again,” she said. “Not without me.” Then she walked into the night. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t know whether losing control terrified me— Or whether it felt like freedom.

muttered a thorougly humiliated Laura, as tears began to form in her eyes. "What was that princess?" asked the Goth. " I said I accidentally wore my dorm-mate's panties today and they have been rubbing me raw and hurting me 'down there' when I walked," gasped Laura as she kept her face against the wall in hopes that she wouldn't be recognized. "I don't see any panties back here. Oh I see, you have them up there. What are you doing hmmm Princess? SNIFFING THEM?" asked the Goth girl. Laura quickly jerked the panties down and draped them over her ass to try to protect her privates from being seen in this vulnerable position.

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

I waited to hear her door close and went in. There they were. She never leaves them behind, but there they were, laid out perfectly on the floor of the bathroom, her panties, white, hipster panties. No Victoria's secret, not yet. These were just Hanes white panties, my sister's, perfectly displayed, the waistband towards her room. I'm stupid, but even I knew this was a presentation for my benefit.