Pantat Item Novels & Stories

My words never count anyway. I rush through the rest of the bath, scrubbing away the heat crawling under my skin, drying my body and hair quickly, trying to calm the storm inside me. Then my eyes land on the bed. My stomach drops. Lingerie. Not delicate. Provocative. Barely there. The kind of thing meant for strippers, not worn for comfort. Beside it sits something small, sleek, unmistakable. A pant vibrator. I stare at it like it might disappear if I blink.

Nat said excitedly. We all moved to Rai’s room, and Nat went through my clothes. She chose a sexy black lingerie with a black net fishnet pantyhose and a pair of black stilettos. The top part of the lingerie was shaped into butterfly wings, and the bottom part was a G-string with only a tiny butterfly to cover the front part of my sensual spot.

On my knees in front of Pete, horny, wanting his cock. I brushed his hands away and unsnapped his shorts. Pulling the zipper down over a bulge I knew would be big. Pink. Pink panties, I thong, actually. Lots of fine lace and a big fat cock sticking out the top. Pete's shorts dropped to his ankles. I looked up. Pete was beet red, his hands opening and closing, his lip tucked between his teeth. I ran my hand over the thin, soft fabric. "This your dirty little secret?"

The Panty Bar at the Paternoster Hotel on South Africa’s West Coast was unlike anything he had ever seen. Hundreds of colorful panties hung from the ceiling like exotic decorations — lace, silk, thongs, and cheeky styles in every shade imaginable. The dim lighting and soft lounge music created an atmosphere thick with forbidden fantasy. The air smelled of sea salt, expensive whiskey, and raw desire. Kenji Sato, 38, sat at the bar in a tailored black shirt, nursing a drink. The Japanese-American tech investor had come to the West Coast for a quiet escape. Now his hunger had shifted to something far more primal.

My Wayne gives me another look, I expect a scolding for my smart mouth but he merely shakes his head before putting a hand in his pants pocket and bringing out a tiny black strip of material. “Because I feel an exhaustion that could only come from wild crazy sex and because of this” He waves the black lacy material in his hand this way and that way, then adds, “This was wrapped around my leg when I woke up” At his words, I squint my eyes at the black…. Panties! My Panties!

"Sexy yan saka seductive yung low neckline. Magbihis ka na at ano ba ang suot mong panty?" Nag angat ako ng nag tatakang tingin sa kaniya. "Panty? Bakit mo naman gustong malaman kung ano'ng suot kong panty?" Napapagod niya akong nilingon. "Sagutin mo na lang okay?" "Okay okay, pink yung may burdang flower sa gitna." Ngumiwi ako. Ano kaya ang issue ng babae na'to at pati panty ng iba ay inaalam.

The triangle ran down and disappeared into the crack of her ass. My dick was throbbing by this point. I could remember feeling sensations of almost reaching an orgasm just from the friction of my rock hard shaft against my pants. "So show me!" Ms. P demanded sliding her panties down her hips then letting them fall to the floor. " Yea, your cocks boys! I want to see those hard dicks". We bashfully undid out buttons and zippers. Slowly pulled our pants down about halfway to our knees. I couldn't help but notice the impressive size of Jake's meat stick as it came flying up from his jeans once they were down far enough to the monster free. I swear i felt my own dick smack my stomach as it bounce

“Drop your panties.” __ A. Gupta

I said, sitting up and placing my hand on his hardness. Eyes flashing, Antoine allowed a slow smile to form on his face as a growl escaped him. "You asked for this." Standing up, he quickly undid his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor at his feet, then swiftly yanked off his boxers so he was left standing completely naked. With wide eyes, I took in his impressive member that was throbbing and standing at full attention. Precum could be made out leaking from the tip, indicating just how fucking turned on he was.

And at the bottom, a small velvet pouch. I pull out the bralette first. It’s soft. Expensive. The kind of thing that costs more than my monthly data plan. “Hold it up,” he says. I do. The lace catches the lamplight. “Pretty,” he murmurs. “Now the panties.” I lift them. There’s a small slit at the back,crotchless. My breath catches. “Turn them around. Show me.” I do. “Good. You’ll feel every breeze. Every shift of your thighs. You’ll remember who owns that hole even when I’m not touching it.”