Poop Pants On Purpose Novels & Stories

Aiden's embarrassment had crossed the line, making him limp and keep imagining the most embarrassing incident in his life. "Why did I open my pants? Agh... I can't live with this feeling!" ***

Clubbing, partying, dancing in the arms of some stranger, and I don't know how much more reprimanding I can take. He'd know that's not what I'm doing if he saw what I'm wearing—yoga pants, a sweatshirt and fuzzy socks with cats printed on them. But he won't get that chance, because I plan on leaving before he gets out of the shower. Rolling my eyes, I slip my fingers into the pants he left on our bed, too pissed off in my brewing silence to debate the morality of what I'm doing. Not even understanding why I'm doing it, with little to no plans. Maybe I want him to freak when he finds out. I don't know. And I don't care.

I moaned and squeezed the hard bulge that formed in his suit pants. "That's so fucking sexy... I love seeing a man with a bulging hard-on in his suit. Especially when it's for me." He looked down. "Now look what you've gone and done. How can I go to work with this?" His pants were now tented out. "Well, we can't have you out in public looking like that. All the women would be wanting to get into your pants." I unzipped and carefully pulled his cock through the opening. "Good god, that's fucking sexy. Big fat dick sticking out of your pants. Sort of dirty old man style... Just what I like."

I looked at his trousers and threw a new pair of trousers at him. "You might want to change into this," I said to him, looking at his drenched trousers. The stench was another thing entirely. I know this might be the first gunfight he had been to, but peeing on himself was absurd. I didn't want to embarrass him further; this kind of thing has a way of sticking with the person for life. "The Pissing Capo," I murmured to myself. That would be quite a name.

I sucked her nipple, slowly trailing down her belly button, and I gave her a long lick suck there and a little lower. I undid her pants. This shit already pissed me too much today. Because of these fucking pants, I blinded one of my men, not that I regretted doing it. I would kill anyone who dared to look at her body. She was struggling like a fish on the stick. She tried to kick me, but I grabbed her legs. “Never wear this kind of fucking pants,” I said, trying to sound gentle. “No way. I'm going to wear this kind of pants every day,” she challenged me, and I was pissed off once again.

The shoes were also divided into two heaps. She rolled over and went to her drawer of underpants. G-strings God, I'm so sorry! Who had ever figured it was a good idea to have a small string in your butt? All to avoid having a panty line that is apparent to the VPL. Peyton chucked them first since she'd never found a comfortable g-string to wear. Did it really matter if someone saw that she was wearing underwear underneath her clothes? She didn't think it was essential enough to want to endure the agony of having to wear a g-string every single time. The bras came next. She wasn't quite ready to commit to VN-visible nipples, as much as she would have liked to throw them all out. Any bra that

Gwen pouts, eyes dancing with amusement. "Didn't you need to shit earlier?" I asked as a way to get her off our backs. "Yeah so?" Gwen voiced out as she turns around quickly when she nearly stumbles. "I heard when you talk too much, the poop comes out faster." It was a lie. I didn't even think that was possible. But if it helped to get her off my back then I'd say anything even if it's not scientifically proven. "Oh crap, I'll shut it then. I didn't wear panties today so that will make a mess." I could hear the horror in her voice and didn't know if to cringe or burst out into laughter.

“Fuck, you are going to get me real wild with these things you are saying.” “Is that a bad thing to go real wild with me?” I moan out as he pulls my pants out, and he folds them in his hand. I watch what he does to it. I thought he would throw it on the floor, but I’m taken aback when he throws it into his pocket. Safe. My pants are in safe hands; the thought turns me on more. “It’s a fucking disaster.” He grunts, staring down at my exposed body. “Will I pay for that too?”

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

She guffawed, managing out a, "What the heck are poop shoes?!" "Heck if I know. You said it two days ago." She snickered. "When I say it, it's laced with wisdom. When you say it.... It sounds like poop." He gave her a deadpan look. "Yes. Because it's meant to sound otherwise." Shaking her head at his sarcasm with a smile, she said, "I'm serious, though." "I'm serious too, baby."