Panty Note Novels & Stories

my fragrance for real, pantyliners, deodorant and a few other staffs including bubblegums and a chocolate. I turned to her, "Layla this wasn't necessary at all... you didn't.." She shrugged, "look you're a girl.. you needed some pads it's all good was just helping. If you don't want them I'm not taking them.. you can pay me back when you get paid. They cost R550..." And she was out. My jaw was on the floor at the price she mentioned.. and it was so fucken weird how she bought everything I use from pads even. Weird.

The dress was stunning and Mireille could not help but let out a happy dance. Stopping, she noticed a note in the box and she picked it up. 'Befitting for a princess' She turned to the other side of the note. 'Strictly no panties. Master's possession should be bare' The words at the back of the note made Mireille feel a bit wetter. Heavens knew she needed Dante already. She carefully dropped the dress and the note, then pulled open the other box. It contained a pair of heels that matched with the beauty of the dress.

a pair of short black knee-length pants, a red baggy shirt, a pair of long white socks, a pair of white sneakers, and What are these? She held up a sexy black lace pants. She held it from different, strange angles, examining the pants clearly. "What's the difference between wearing nothing and wearing this revealing piece". She asked no one in particular. Eléonor brought out a bra from the bag. Unlike normal girls, she did not look embarrassed. Taking the bra, she sized it against her chest. "This brasiér Is just not for me." She exclaimed, putting the bra aside, She glanced through the bag to see four thousand-dollar notes. Happily, she took the items and left.

Call me when you're ready. Short and to the point, just like him. I set the note aside and lifted the lid of the box. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a complete outfit: a sleek, charcoal-gray pencil skirt, a pale blue silk blouse, and beneath them, matching lingerie in a deep burgundy that made my pulse quicken. The bra and panties were clearly expensive. My phone buzzed on the side table where I'd left it last night. I picked it up to find a text from Alexander:

Panty Girl to the rescue! By the time the lunch break rolls around, I've drawn Panty Girl in a number of ridiculous situations. In one she's saving a cat from a tree. In another she's using a giant pair of panties as a parachute after jumping out of a burning plane. In still another she's cutting off Ford Grand's balls with a chainsaw. I'm a little creatively exhausted. Omar and Christian seem just as ready for a break. They turn around so quickly that Christian runs right into me. The tablet falls from my hands to the tiled floor.

I pair it with a light pink shirt that complements the pants perfectly, creating a cohesive and fashionable look. Before I finish getting dressed, I can't resist grabbing a pair of adorable undies that have the words "not today" written on them. It's a playful addition to my outfit that adds a bit of personality. To complete the look, I choose a pink glossy bra that adds a subtle touch of elegance.

But her small hand couldn't cover all her breasts only the cherry part. Then she remembered that weird panty. She quickly checked the paper bag and finally found a piece of string with a little cloth. "How... How could someone wear this as her panty?" She mumbled to herself. This panty didn't cover anything. Her butt cheek stands out the most. The string was wrapped around her hip down to her butt line, and finally, a little piece of cloth to cover her lady part. She twirled herself in front of the mirror and she looked so naughty. Lilly felt so shy. What if she looked awkward in this sexy lingerie in front of her mates?

My hands are trembling as I kneel, tear open the lid, and let out a sharp breath. Blood-red silk. Slit so high it's indecent. My thighs are going to be exposed... And it would only make me no difference from a slut. A small note is tucked inside. Wear this. No panties. No bra. Or don't show up at all. I grit my teeth. My traitorous pussy clenches and throbs, at the thought of it. Screw me over and over again. I'm supposed to be hating him, not feeling wet for him... Not aching for him, and the worse, not being the pet he makes of me, his puppy... His slave.

Paid them in USD, just like how fascinating my bank account was. So why was she not smiling now? The instant she did the 360, I saw that at the back of her panties. It was not a wide pair of panties. At the back, the pants looked like it was a G-string. But from the front, it wasn't. “Place one leg on the desk,” I instructed. Curiosity took the whole of me, and I wanted to check what I was curious about from my specimen. Underneath her, just at the tips of her pussy, I saw it.

Her scent drifts up, coconut shampoo, a hint of body cream, and something softer that’s just her. My hands act without my permission. I pull the top drawer open, pens, sticky notes, lip balm, and a pack of mints. Nothing important. Second drawer, notepads, a charging cable, a tiny mirror, and a few hair ties. Third drawer. I pull it open slowly. Red lace panties. Bright, bold red. Thin straps. My heart slams hard against my ribs. Heat floods low in my stomach so fast I almost groan. I know I should close the drawer. And walk away.