Messy Panties Novels & Stories

Where the fuck...? What happened? Oh shit! We fucked. Well far better than talking about my mental problems which I have no intentions explaining. Opening my eyes, I observed the room around me. My clothes were on the floor. Bra on the nightstand and panties..... Where the fuck are my panties? I gently looked under the covers only to find nothing. Turning to his side I saw him sleeping. He looked so peaceful, calm and harmless. Nothing like him. That's when I saw it. My panties were hanging off the light. Entangled in those crystals. How the fuck? Did this become a fucking circus? My memories were still blur but I could sense that what had happened here was extremely inappropriate but so lus

‘Well, now you know what to do, so shut up and get changed. Damn her and her rationality. I don’t think I'll ever be able to look my cousin in the eyes again! I grab the clean panties Aiden got for me and pick up one of the square packets, confusion clouding my brain. Which one am I supposed to use? How do you even know? Deciding to just use the large one Aiden showed me earlier, I open the purple packet and peel off the sticky backing. The adhesive instantly clings to my fingers, making it ridiculously difficult to position in my underwear. It takes several attempts.

The two left the house and went to the Bay Plaza Shopping Center. It was next to them and had several stores where they could look for good pieces. They found the perfect panties. Lina was beyond blushing as she chose such an intimate cloth for Vince to see —and take off of her body. The panties were small, and barely covered Lina's parts. In Maddie and Lina's opinion, it was sexy without being vulgar, with the beautiful lace on the sides. “If he doesn't go crazy when he sees it, he's crazy,” Maddie said, and they both laughed.

Andy nodded, pouting. "As you can remember, someone was chasing me then. And I jumped from the outside to your backyard. And I saw that there were clothes hanging, and at that time I had a wound on my arm so I planned to take a cloth to aid my wound, BUT! I got something else. And that is your... your panty with Monday written on it. Come to think of it, Baby, you haven't shown me the Tuesday to Sunday panties yet," Andy buried her face in Clein's chest and slapped him in embarrassment. In the morning…

"Anyone who bullies Hazel Sweeney again, I'll break their neck!" Everyone was stunned. I only felt irony; it was just another farce of someone betting with others to win me over. When he gave me priceless jewelry, I did not even bother opening the box; I simply donated it, saying I had plenty of such things. The next day, he sent even rarer, more expensive pieces. He took me to a Mafia family dinner, yet I showed up in a bikini. When someone mocked me for being unruly and dressed like a prostitute, he immediately canceled his partnerships with those companies and acquired them!

So fucking horny. If we never talked about this moment to each other, it would be okay, wouldn't it? I hung my head, still biting my lip, still moaning on the inside as my core flooded with heat and a throbbing sensation entered my pussy, dancing around my lips and clit and releasing my juices into my panties. Oh, god, I had ruined my panties, but I always packed more panties than I needed no matter where I went. I had to. I was a pussy-juice dripping machine, always had been. . . .

“Huh?” “We meant” she turns to Diana and nod at her. “Lingeries!!” They both exclaims. My eyes grow bigger,“What? No, no, no! I don’t need those!” Diana stare at me in disbelief, actually Amanda has the same expression on. “Really? You mean those granny panties?” Diana ask. I feel my cheeks warming up in embarrassment. It’s true I don’t have sexy panties but they can’t be classified as granny’s. I throw them a killer glare and huffed.

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.

It wouldn't be fair to Teddy if I got myself off. My body was so continuously overloaded with sensuality that I couldn't help the fact that my pussy dripped all day long. I barely even had to think about my brother and liquid would seep out of me. It was to the point where I had to carry around a spare pair of panties because one pair just wouldn't last the day anymore. I had even taken to leaving my soiled panties in my brother's bathroom most nights when I was at his apartment. He never mentioned them, but I was sure he enjoyed my little "treats".

Then I knelt on the cracked paving stones, rolled up my sleeves, and started scrubbing with a heavy grunt. I was still washing when the back door creaked open. Avery sauntered over with a nasty little smile playing on her lips. She had a pair of black satin panties in her hand, and with a flick of her wrist she threw them. They landed on the heap of clothes. "Wash them," she ordered, then turned around immediately. I picked up the panties between my thumb and forefinger. The crotch was crusty with dried discharge. My stomach turned and burned at the same time.