Panty Note Novels & Stories

So who was this gift from? After watching the goodies for quite some time, I moved closer to the table, my hands reaching for the little box that had my name engraved on it. It piqued my curiosity so much. I tore at the ribbon, my hands carefully lifting the lid from the box. I was so shocked to find my panties neatly folded with a note by the side. I took the lace between my fingers examining it, these were the same panties I had worn on the day I met with Lucan in his penthouse. I could remember leaving his penthouse that night without my panties. I moved the panties to the side only to find a small handwritten note, which read:

He wondered if she would feel less pain while sleeping. He quickly pulled out a panty from the bag before taking out a sanitary napkin. It should be easy doing it. But the moment his gaze landed on the complex shapes of both the things, his brows bumped together. He glanced at the sanitary napkin that was square before glancing at the panty. How are they supposed to fit? President Mo neatly removed the backing paper from the sanitary napkin but when he tried to put it on the panty, it got stuck with the wings and its shape got deformed all over.

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.

Chris's POV confused, I walked over to the box, opened it and just stared inside. It was filled with sets of lingerie bras and panties, all made of soft fabrics and lace. My chest tightened the second I saw them. They were beautiful and looked expensive. Tucked right on top was a small note. I picked it up and read the typed words, this will look so good on her. My fingers curled around the paper, crumpling it a little without even meaning to.

It was practical, edgy, and perfect for movement. ​But then, my eyes fell to the very bottom of the bag. ​Resting in a small, delicate tissue wrapping was a set of silk underwear. A silk panty and formless bra. ​It was a perfect, deep crimson red. Exactly my size. ​A small, handwritten note was tucked into the lace: ‘​I told you I’d get the color right, sweetheart. Don't keep me waiting.’ — L ​My face instantly flared up all over again. I snatched the note, crumpled it into a tight ball, and tossed it directly into the trash can.

The note attached makes my knees buckle ‘New life. New phone. No more hiding what belongs to us, little slut. Answer when we call.’ Oh god. Oh god. Next is a soft stuffed bunny, it looks innocent, but I know better than to fall for the deception, the bunny has a tiny collar that matches my necklace. Then the lingerie. Fuck. Red sheer crotchless panties, a bra that’s nothing but straps framing my tits, garters, and a babydoll so filthy it might as well be painted on.

There was an image on the front that looked a bit like a computer mouse, but I knew it wasn't a mouse. I ripped the small packaging open, and it was exactly what I thought. A vibrator. A panty vibrator, to be exact. I looked back at the lace lingerie and realized it had a tiny, hidden pocket made just for the device. I had to hand it to him; he was incredibly meticulous with details and very accurate with the sizing.

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.

Deep down, you already know you do not intend to stop until you have used more of what is kept in this room. You walk to the cabinet, open it, and take out the same curved toy you used before. Your hands are steady as you push your pants and underwear down to your thighs. You sit on the edge of the padded bench, legs parting, and bring the toy between them. You are already wet from the simple act of being here again. Just as you are about to press it inside yourself, something pink catches your eye. A small folded note rests on the shelf beside the bottle of lube, placed neatly enough that it almost looks deliberate. You pause, toy still in hand, and pick it up.

Once I got into my car, I quickly rummaged through my bag found what Brianna placed within the bag another that truly shocked me. A pair of panties. A black thong with lace on the front. I was completely floored, yet it took me a second to calm down before quickly hiding the panty back into the bag. I also noticed that there was also a little note tucked within that same pocket. I unfolded it and it said two simple words: "❤️ Use them ❤️" My mind raced and heart as I drove back home. I knew this entire thing was so wrong, but I could not deny that I was very aroused and had gotten a little boner in my pants.