Panty Note Novels & Stories

A note was attached to the lid that read “wear me” I rolled my eyes before opening the box to reveal red lacy lingerie with some bunny ears. There was another note at the bottom of the box and I gasped out when I read it. “Your words tonight are YES SIR”

I get the feeling she's rushing me to get this over with and I understand her anxiety but I won't rush. She comes up for air, baring her long, slender neck. I trail my lips down her chin, licking and sucking her pulse point until she starts rubbing herself against my erection. "Dante" she whimpers, clinging to my shoulders. I slip my hand inside her slit only to be met by underwear. "What is this?" She giggles "Built-in panties" "Since when did they start making those?" "You didn't think I'd walk around butt naked. Did you?" "A man can only hope," I say palming her pussy through the material "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet"

I found more clothes on the bed with the tags still attached. I picked up a pair of skinny jeans and a white shirt. There was a bra and some panties off to the side as well. There was a note. "Wasn't sure of the sizes for your lovely body. Hope I was right, if not let me know. ;)" ~Mason♡

“No, I won't. I just want to touch it. Is that okay?” “Of course you can.” Claire walked over to the mannequin. She felt the fine nightgown with her fingers. The material was very smooth in her hands. It made Claire smile slightly. Then Claire tried to lift the mannequin's skirt up. Her eyes widened as soon as she saw the appearance of the panties hidden under the nightgown. “Why do those panties have a hole in the middle?” Claire squealed. Shocked.

“Pan…underwear…and…and a nightdress.” Renee had thought saying underwear was less vulgar but knowing Dante was going to see her panties made her flushed all over.She hoped he only sees her fine underwears though. Dante searched through the wardrobe and found some of her panties. He bit back a laugh seeing the animal designs on some of them. Her panties were just as cute as her. He picked up her bralette and sighed. It was a Mickey Mouse design. As he passed the clothes to her,he teased. “Are you still a child?How can your underwear be so childish?”

Arianna passed by Pierce and placed a folded sticky note in his hand before skipping the line and entering the elevator. Pierce watched Arianna board the elevator before he opened the note. He quickly crumpled the note and stuck it in his pocket. The little firecracker made sure she informed him that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Pierce chuckled lowly. He definitely wasn’t going home alone tonight, and he wasn’t referring to Patrick.

I gasped sharply as the tip of his finger slipped inside my wet cunt. My entire body clenched around him instantly. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes from the sudden pleasure as I struggled to breathe through the feeling of his fingers moving slowly inside me. “Or,” he continued teasingly, “did you follow instructions because you secretly wanted this?” Goodness, It was true. The note his secretary had handed me earlier had included one ridiculous instruction: 'Don’t wear panties.' I had every intention of ignoring it. Yet somehow, before knocking on his penthouse door, I had slipped them off anyway and shoved them into my purse like some desperate, obedient girl.

She stared at the box for ten minutes before touching it. It was sleek. Black. No return address. No name. But she knew who it came from. She knew before she peeled the seal or lifted the lid. Inside was lace. Thin, delicate, nearly see-through. A pair of panties that might as well have been air. A matching bra that wouldn’t cover anything. A note lay tucked on top, written in dark ink on cream card. Tonight. Suite 3601. Wear this. Leave your pride at home.

The omega really was too cute for words. Brian looked through the panty selection that Ray was browsing, and quickly gathered anything he could find in the omega’s size. From briefs, to boyshorts, to thongs and everything in between. He did grab duplicates of some of his favorites, specifically the plain white cotton ones. Soon, he had a small mountain of underwear collected, and as he turned toward Ray to tell him to follow him up to the register, the omega reached forward and added one more pair to the top. They were high-waisted and made of lace that was completely see-through.

Never said goodbye. Dragging myself into the bathroom, I let the hot water cascade over my body, washing away the ache in my muscles. But nothing could wash away the gnawing frustration building inside me. Back in the closet, I reached for fresh underwear, but something white tucked between my lace panties caught my eye. A note. Silly Clyde. But the moment my eyes skimmed over the words, the air in my lungs thinned. *My precious lamb,