Panty Story Novels & Stories

"Down. Now. You're wasting our precious time." They pushed me onto the wet grass, kicking my legs open, my dress pulling up. "Push your panties to your ankles. We wanna see that famous cunt." I dragged the thin fabric off my waist, down my knees and to my ankles, trailing my legs. My bare cunt lips was soaked, clit sticking out long and swollen like it always does when I was worked up. Slowly spreading my knees, panties hanging uselessly, keeping me in check, exposing everything for their eyes. "Fuuuckkkk...."Connor whistled. "Look at that fat wet gash. Clit's already begging for attention."

May heaven’s help me, that was my story prayers before complying to his statement, stripping my clothes down to the last piece which was my pantie, it had a patch of cum on it which didn’t miss the noticeable gaze of Diego. “Hand it over.” He extended his hand, requesting for my pantie. “You cummed on it, which means someone was pleasuring and fingering you a while ago? Let me guess, was it Emily?” Things ware moving too fast that I wasn’t getting the brought time and space to breath and thing properly.

He smirks when he sees my black lace panties and brings his nose to my crotch. He takes a whiff of my panties and his fingers wrap around the lace. With one brutal yank, Sir Oliver rips the delicate fabric in two, shredding it like paper in his hand. I gasp at the sudden exposure, my body shaking from the thrill of it all. I'm soaking wet. The ruined panties flutter to the ground like fallen petals. My bare flesh meets Sir Oliver's starving gaze. And yes, I'm smoothly shaved this time. Call me crazy but I've been shaving everyday since that night. And I've taken an interest in wearing panties more often.

Sandra said, going over to Bella's dresser and she started going through her drawers before she could protest and found the pants quicker than she could have. "Aha!" She cried triumphantly, holding them up. "These are so hot. Put them on!" Bella started to comply when she yelled, "Wait! What are you doing?" "Huh?" she asked, tripping a little. "I'm putting them on." "With panties? No. That's just... ew," Sandra said, scrunching her face. "One does not wear tight leather pants with panties." "You can't be serious." Sandra crossed her arms and gave her a look that said she was deadly serious. She sighed dramatically and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pausing when Sandra

Then I let the bra drop to the floor, and slip my thumbs under the top of my panties, just over my hips. “These panties?” I say, teasing. I do a little shimmy. Callum narrows his eyes. “Tyrant,” I say, and edge the panties down an inch. His gaze flashes up to mine. It’s a look that could ignite a forest fire. I slide the panties down another inch. “You do know you aren't the boss of me, right?”I whisper in a slow tempting voice. It's been a while have been in the intimacy game but I was ready to put out my A game!

It felt like a hug but it didn't last long before she jumped down. She looked for her pants and as she did, I watched her petite body. Her round ass and her ever sexy waist. “Did I help you forget? Him?” I asked, watching her wear her panties? “Yes. And, “ she turned to me and gave me an overall look. “The same way I want you to forget this ever happened.” Ah, I chuckled and she raised her head, while pulling down her gown. “How is that possible, ehen? What adult wears Mickey mouse panty? I don't think I can ever see that, Normani.” I smirked and I watched her eyes go wide and her cheeks heated up.

I'd already had my share of disappointments in life. I went home with her panties burning a hole in my pocket, and when I got there, I realized it wasn't just one pair - it was two. I'd put Ana's panties in my pocket when I took them off and didn't give them back. God, these panties! What had gotten into me? I already had one that I should have returned, but I couldn't resist taking the other one too, even if unconsciously, as a reminder of the incredible night she'd given me - one that wouldn't happen again. A pair of tiny panties in garish colors, one lime green and the other red. I had to be having some kind of psychiatric issue to be turning into a panty thief. This had to be some sort o

Gupta in nothing but a pair of lacy panties. Mr. Gupta stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body hungrily. "You're exquisite, Shruti," he said, his voice thick with desire. "But I want to see even more." Shruti's heart raced as she reached for the waistband of her panties, her fingers hooking under the elastic. She hesitated for a moment, her shyness threatening to take over. But then she remembered what Mr. Gupta had said, about being bold and proactive. She took a deep breath and pulled her panties down, stepping out of them and standing completely naked before her boss.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction. I read on, my breath quickening. He pushed her against the shelves, hiking up her skirt and plunging his fingers inside her. The descriptions were vivid – her moans echoing in the empty library, the slick sounds of her arousal. My own hand wandered down, absentmindedly at first, tracing the seam of my yoga pants. I wasn’t wearing panties; I’d skipped them this morning, feeling daring. The fabric was already damp. I bit my lip, debating. Should I? The house was empty. Why not?