Panties Stories Novels & Stories

I felt my dress lifted to my waist, and my bare skin tingled after the exposure. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I was in my pink panties. The mummy kind. Oh, fuck it! I picked the wrong day to wear the wrong panties. Guys like Hayden wouldn’t like this. Obviously, they wouldn’t. It’s just that the coverage panties were more comfortable than the G-strings, which Jake and I call catapults. How was I supposed to know I’d bump into Hayden at the restaurant? Was he staring? Did my underwear turn him off?

] while she laid there, her mind far-away. She'd been with dominant and submissive men, and men that were closeted gays who wanted to fuck her asshole and make her wear a beanie to cover up her hair and not say a word so they could pretend she was their male lover. She'd been in threesomes where the two men had paid more attention to themselves than they'd pay her. She had eventually lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and letting them do their own thing.

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.

Jenna stood where she was and pushed her baby doll panties down over her ass and let them fall to the floor before she stepped out of them. I smiled from ear to ear seeing my daughter being such an exhibitionist. As I glanced at Lisa's mom and aunt I noticed their eyes were wide and they mouths were hanging open in shock of seeing my daughter baring her pussy in front of all of us. But Jenna didn't stop there she immediately lifted the hem of her top and pulled it off over the top of her head leaving her almost completely naked. Jenna being a true exhibitionist turned around so her ass was towards Lisa's mom and aunt and before bending over at the waist to pick up the panties of the baby dol

[Maya’s POV] CONSENT IS LOUD. NO MEANS STOP. EVERYTHING ELSE IS YES UNTIL IT ISN’T. I walked in wearing nothing but black lace panties, thigh highs, and a sheer cropped top that hid exactly nothing. My nipples were already hard from the AC and anticipation. I recognized half the faces, friends from the scene, regulars at the dungeon parties, a couple of models who liked to play rough, but the rest were strangers and that made my cunt clench before anyone even touched me.

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.

she pulled the small piece of fabric from the bag. I was confused about what I was looking at and had no idea why she was telling me about her laundry orders. I give her a questioning look. "What is it?"I asked. "Girl. Panties! Cute, lacy panties that Dameon is literally gonna go crazy for,” she said revealing the white lacy underwear. My face went red at the realization of what they were. And what they're for. "Lia! I-I can't wear that!" "I haven't tried them on so they're clean if that's what you're worried about,"

When he finally brought my dress to my waist, the cold breeze penetrated my damp pussy. “You’re not wearing your pants?" He asked in surprise, more like in shock. I bet he would have felt it earlier, but he wouldn’t have thought about it. I smirked, watching his expression: “No. I haven’t. I’m so done with your ripping my pants all the time.” I had to buy twenty to twenty-five panties in a month because of his impatient behavior. “That’s why I decided not to wear them around you." "This is the fucking second-best decision you’ve ever made,” he muttered, opening his pants.

she begged as she left her boyfriend and clung to me But wait a second, who would steal a panty on this cruise ship? We’re all adults and that stuff is what teenagers do. Although I admit, it would be fun but I wouldn’t do such a thing now, I’m way past that stage you know what I mean? And this is just hilarious, like, where were you when someone snuck into your room and stole your panties? Is this a joke or something? Are you sure Jerry didn’t do it? Na, Jerry wouldn’t do that shit but then again, it could be one of your fellow bishes who just hate you so damn much they’d take this kind of stuff from you

Her skin was fair, luminous, almost translucent, and I could see the blue veins beneath the surface, a map of treasures I had never imagined I would be allowed to explore. She smiled, seeing my gaze. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice a provocative whisper. “Anya…” “Wait. It’s not over.” Her hands moved down to the sweatpants. She untied them slowly, her fingers sliding along the waistband of the panties I had not yet seen. When the pants fell, revealing her long, toned legs, I held my breath. The panties were a thong. Black. Tiny. Damn. “You’re a bitch,” I whispered, my voice failing.