Lost Her Panties Novels & Stories

I close the door. Gosh how can this happen?! I’m in a cubicle with my boss, a prostitute and not the Ladies but Gents! I turn to them and whisper “Pull up your pants!” to Adrian and grab the drunk girl panties from Adrian’s hand and give them back so she can wear it back. Then I turn facing the door.

Chris was absolutely stunned by what he saw. The red panties. The same red panties he remembered so well from under the stairs she had on. They were the perfect matching value and hue of red as the Santa suits they both wore. The soft curving slope of the cheeks of her ass was like the velvet surface inside a diamond jewelry box. And the cut was very French. The innocent slightly naughty sexiness of her panties was stunning and Chris literally lost his breath. He didn't realize he had lost his swallowing control also, until he tried to drink a sip of wine and immediately choked. "UGG HAKKK" he coughed.

But what I got was complete silence. At the end of the day, I went straight home, secretly nurturing the hope that he might show up. But he didn't come. Before going to bed, I bent down and searched for my panties under the bed, but couldn't find them. I couldn't find those panties anywhere. I would have had to move the dressers away from the wall to see if they had fallen behind them, but they were so heavy. Better to leave it for the next day - I was tired and discouraged.

she said in the sweetest voice imaginable, “I can’t find my red lace panties. You know, the ones I wore yesterday? You’ve probably seen them… considering how much you like peeking. Any idea where they might be?” I clenched my jaw. “You probably lost them on your way out. Tragic.” “I didn’t lose them. I left them in the laundry room. And now they’re gone.” “I don’t do laundry, so how the hell would I know where you misplaced your bargain-bin underwear?” She gasped dramatically. “How would you know they’re cheap… unless you saw them and kept them?” I nearly combusted. “For the love of—go to hell, Alexis !” Zane chuckled. “Mind if I use the restroom?” he asked, already disappearing before I cou

Each step I took towards the changing room sent more soreness through my already sore pussy. Hell! I wanted him so bad. When I got back into the room, the feel of his gaze still lingered on me, it was like he was there, watching me as I stretched out the panties he asked me to wear, his words echoing in my mind again: I want to see you, wearing my favorite color. My eyes fell on the price tag of the panties and I gasped. 800 fucking dollars for just panties? That’s crazy.

“Yep. App-controlled. Just one tap away from turning her brain to mush and her legs to jelly.” “Yo, you crazy as hell.” She laughed, shaking her head. “No wonder Cindy be losin’ her mind around you. You wild.” “Well?” I arched a brow. “You gonna get her in ‘em?” Vicky studied the panties, running her fingers over the rhinestones. “Hmm. They cute, I’ll give you that. I can cook up some excuse. Get her to wear it.” “Perfect.” She squeezed the panties into her fist, stood, and casually tossed the bag into the trash bin beside her like it was just some candy wrapper.

Whatever had twisted his panties. ******************************************

" His so-called urgent business was buying moonberries for his childhood sweetheart's pup. Meanwhile, his Luna and pup were fighting for their lives, and he had the nerve to call that nonsense. After Grayson hung up, they led me to the operating table. Time blurred until I felt a sudden rush of warmth leaving my body. Just like that, the life I'd carried for seven months was gone. The pain in my abdomen burned, but the crushing weight in my chest was worse. I closed my eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of the bloodied mass in the doctor's hands. It writhed, clinging to life briefly before going still. I lay on the hospital bed. My heart ached as if it were being torn apart, and my te

I hid it in one of my drawers until he left. As soon as he left she came into my office to ask for the panties. I told her it was torn and she said "no problem I have another pair in my handbag I will wear it"and she left my office. What the fuck? She had extra pair of panties in her bag so she came prepare very funny

She came. Groans. Moans. Purrs. Sighs. Muffled screams. She lost her mind beneath him, head thrashing, shockwaves rocking her body. Overwhelming pleasure beyond anything she’d imagined could be possible. No control. Limbs spasming, giving up their hold on him. “Fucking God yes!” someone cried into the suite. She couldn’t see straight. Who cared? Even the pain felt incredible. It took a moment to realize the panties were gone. The person screaming was her.