Panty Note Novels & Stories

It was sensitive as hell. I stumbled out of bed, shamelessly looking for my clothes. This was not how I imagined losing my virginity. A total stranger? Never in my wildest dreams. I found my dress but my panties were nowhere to be found. Getting frustrated by the second, I looked everywhere until a pale yellow paper on the bedside stand caught my attention. Moving closer, I picked up the note. It read: I took your panties. They’re mine now. See you soon. I reread it three times, my heart hammering against my ribcage. Then turned it around. Nothing else. No signature. No name.

I tried hard not to make a sound. My trouser was unbuttoned next. He gently pulled my zipper down. Then he dragged it off along with my underwear in one slow drag, his eyes on mine the whole time. For the first time in a really long time, I was damn proud of my choice of panties. Unlike my boring thongs, today I wore a sultry pink net pant that barely covered my entire butt cheek.

They came in a variety of colors, and I tried to contain a shiver as I caressed a little pink thong that I knew was her favorite. And, of course, the bras. Balconets, plunges, strapless. Most matching the panties. None padded, of course. 36-D. Okay, I looked at the labels. I just had to know. As I allowed the soft fabrics to caress my hands, I suddenly felt something hard below the last layer of panties. I carefully lifted them up, reached underneath, and pulled out the object that had caught my attention.

And the down… It’s crotchless. My eyes widen and I gasp. How are panties crotchless? Isn’t that the entire point of panties? To cover everything? I pick up the note again and read it, making sure I hadn’t misunderstood. This doesn’t make sense. Alpha Dante hates me now. He won’t even look at me at work, and he speaks to me in that cold voice that makes me feel like I’ve done something terrible. Like run his pet cat through a blender.

I gasped. Hanging there, as terrifying as ever, was a stunning brand-new black dress. The tags were still on it. It looked very expensive. Next to it, on the small table, was a note written in a jagged handwriting. ‘Don’t forget. No. Panties.’

She unfolded it, her eyes scanning the elegant script: Wear this, and think about my hands in your panties as you work today. A flush crept up her neck, unbidden warmth spreading through her. She read it again, biting her lip to suppress a smile that came anyway, soft and secretive. The words painted vivid images, stirring memories of his touch from the night before. Shaking her head, she set the note aside and peered into the box. Nestled inside was a sleek black lace set, bra and panties, delicate yet provocative, sized perfectly to her measurements. How did he know? The thought both unnerved and thrilled her. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the moment. She grabbed it, seein

I punched in my combination with sweaty hands and sure enough there was a small black box sitting right on top of my textbooks. Inside were a pair of sleek black panties with a thick little bullet vibe sewn right into the crotch, the kind that pressed firm against your clit and lips when you wore them. A tiny note was taped to them in his handwriting: “Already charged. Be a good toy and keep them in all class. I’ll be watching.” “Fucking asshole,” I hissed, but my voice came out breathy instead of angry. I glanced around once more then slipped into the bathroom stall, yanked my shorts down and stepped into the panties.

Absolutely nothing. My eyes focus on a small dresser beside a rolling rack that she seems to be using as a makeshift closet. I pull the top drawer open and notice an array of panties. Nothing too extravagant, mostly basic cotton in black, white, and nude. I take one of the black ones and place it on my face while inhaling. It regretfully doesn’t contain her scent, but it had been on her skin.

she replied. Rhezi nodded. She also accepted the box when Dos handed it to her. She was puzzled seeing her name on top of it but she still opened the box. She gradually opened it while her chest slowly throbbed also. She gasped as she opened it totally and saw what was inside. She blinked a few times and swallowed hard just to calm her pounding chest. She even looked at her kids who were now busy playing with their Lego toys. After a while, she picked up what was inside. It was her red silky panty and her pouch. But, what caught her attention the most was the note along with it. Rhezi picked it and her heart hammered once more while reading the words she knew would change her life into hell.

I lock my phone and focus on getting dressed instead. I decide on something simple but professional—grey pencil skirt, white button-down blouse and black heels. My hair is tied up in a bun; I look in the mirror and see a "me" I haven't seen in a very long time. I don't know how I should welcome this familiar face. When I check myself out, I groan when I realize that my panty line is noticeably visible underneath my skirt. I sigh, looking through my drawer only to find that I don't have any more clean thongs, and of course, I don't have time to wash any.