Panty Novels & Stories

Especially panties. I grab the bag and pull out to see a pair of blue shorts and a pink cotton shirt in it. Along with a lacy bra and panty of my size. I grab the shirt to feel the fabric on my fingers. Soft. Just the way I like. The bill is stapled to the bag. I quirk a brow, looking at the amount. It’s already paid. They probably charged it on M’s card?

“My life is over. How am I supposed to show my face now?” “It’s okay, Maeve. You might have lost your dignity, but you’ve gained popularity. “Take a look. It’s hilarious. Luke has SpongeBob SquarePants plastered all over his boxers.” She shoved the phone in my face, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The whole thing was captured in HD—the exact moment I tripped and pantsed Luke. I fled the scene in a panic while Luke stared at my receding figure with a grimace.

Next she went through her drawers trying to decide on what pants she wanted to go with the top. Then she spotted the perfect jeans, she hadn't worn these in a long time. She had to take her panties off to wear these though; they were that tight and low cut. She slipped her panties off and poured herself into the tight jeans. When she zipped them up and buttoned the top, she turned to the mirror to see the effect.

In disbelief, Jasmine dangled a pair of silky panties up in the air. The material parted at the crotch, forming a butterfly. She’d never owned such a scandalous undergarment in her life, and she couldn’t believe Wiley would actually bring her such a thing. Yet here they were, several pairs of them. Yep, she could choose to be risqué in fire engine red, pink, black, white or midnight blue. It got worse.

But as with everything else since sheÕd taken up with Riley, she knew there was no point in arguing. ÒDamn, you might have to start wearing dresses to work, how did these pants get so tight?Ó Riley wrestled with the zipper of her slacks, palming her heat as soon as he got it open. Just the feel of his fingers through the cotton of her panties had her body secreting its natural juices in preparation to take him.

It's a female's panties. And not just any female's underwear, it's Lily's!!!

And it contains a cloth… and when I raised it, it was a set of lingerie… Dress that you can see everything, not hiding anything… bra and T-back panty and another special panty. “It works like this girl.” Auntie Bell got the panty, then she showed me how to use it, during sex that… “You can just put yours here Jeoff… then there, you’re ready to go! Ahahahaha.” Her laughter echoes inside the room. “Auntie Bell, you are really making me feel embarrassed. Lily, I can’t almost believe that she is my aunt.”

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.

It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs. Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath. Lace. Purple. Cheekies. "Stand up," left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. "Walk back over to me."

I frown at him, sure I must be hearing wrong, because that cannot be an actual word. “Did you just come up with that?” I ask sardonically. “Nope. It’s an actual thing. Panties for men. Designed to be comfortable and sexy," he says, running his thumb over the silk edge. "And very breathable." "You would actually wear that?" I’m already picturing him in it and I have no idea why it’s affecting me this way, but I’m overheating. "Under my jeans? Sure." He shrugs, holding the black lace up against his denim to check the contrast.