Pooping Panties Stories Novels & Stories

Well, even though if there is really a person who can read what was going on his mind, he will dismissed it straightforwardly and lie into it and swear that even if a poop pop out of nowhere out from his butt, he was really not lying. Well, this is not a joking swear at all as many people had already experience having poop popping out from their butt, especially in public places in which all the crowds was crowding in is, which was really a shame for the person having to experience it. Jus who was quietly watching and had accidentally what was on President Knox mind curled up his lips upwards a little then suppressed it with difficulty as some mischievous light flash through his eyes and dis

"Did you know that your shoes were in the fridge?" Pandora tilted her head, looking at him and he pointed to the table. "What? Why the hell were they in there?" she asked him and he just raised his brow at her. "I haven't worn them since I have been like this," she said, waving her hand at her baby bump. "Milton, this is the stuff I'm talking about. Either I am losing my mind, or..." She stopped talking and just stared at him. "Or some fucking evil prick is fucking with me. Last week, I had a rat and mouse in here, yet there was no opening that they could get in by. The week before that, my washing machine hoses loosened themselves from the water pipes and flooded my basement. At the same ti

They were like little kids, so naive to the reality of death. Stupid really! She thought to herself. Sophie closed her eyes, watched them doing—God knows what—saving her life obviously; she could wither any time now. Wait, was she even wearing a nice pair of underwear? Dammit! What if she was wearing grandma's panties? The one who reaches out to her abdomen, the one who made her not fart? Oh shit! This is embarrassing, I'm going to die with grandma's panties. Oh! No! Dear God, if you are listening, please let me live. Please at least let me change into a nice pair of underwear.

She felt a pang of worry in heart, married for two years without a child has been her problem, She loves babies but they couldn't make them, she only thought the problem was from her. And because of that, they visited many hospital in state but they kept hearing the same result and story. The problem is not from any of them, they just need to wait for the time. The right time is what they are waiting for. She pulled fawaz into a hug forgetting about his mother standing behind them . "Erm. I am standing here"Khadija reminded . "Sorry, come in". They went straight to the kitchen where she placed fawaz on top and passed him a plate of cake. "You are actually spoiling this boy "Khadija accused.

My voice comes out breathless and low. “Good. Now take off your skirt and bend over the couch.” Again his hands leave me and he steps back. I turn my face forward again so I don’t have to look at him. I unzip my tight dark gray pencil skirt and push it down over my full thighs. I then bend my knees and pick it up and fold it over the backrest of the couch. Then I bend forward over the couch. My thoughts are running haywire and for some strange reason I scold myself for not wearing one of my pretty panties. It’s not as if I thought that I would undress and bend over my boss’ couch.

Not giving up on my cock hunting adventure, I stand up to sit on my desk, just maybe he will see how soaked I am to ignore when I catch my reflection in the side mirror. The place my pussy has conveniently sat on, is soaked up, a darker shade than the fabric. A wash of embarrassment runs through me. I slowly adjust it off my ass, hoping no one would tell, but a silly thought crosses my head. ‘What if he sees it… and likes it?’ I watch him nod at whatever the manager is saying… And study him close enough to see his fake interest. It's obvious, he wants the manager out as much as I do. Consumed with the idea of breaking his limit, I sit back, spread my legs wide enough for my iPad to fit in, a

Sometimes healing doesn’t need a fix. Sometimes it just needs a pause. That night, Ryan uploaded his first anonymous blog post to the campus bulletin site: “The people who say they love you might just want to own you. And the people who seem like enemies might be the ones who see you clearly. I’m not telling this story to expose anyone. I’m telling it so no one else has to stay quiet.” And that’s when the messages started rolling in. One. Then ten. Then fifty. From students. From strangers. From survivors.

I'm blinking to adjust my vision while she trails her hands softly over my hips, tracing the bands of my panties. Then I gasp, stilling as I feel her part my panties to the side and press a kiss to my ass. I take in a sharp breath, then let out a whoosh of air while she runs her tongue over the seems of my hips, using er teeth to undo the side ribbon ties of my panties. It's agonizingly slow, but when she's done, I catch sight of my panties hanging off the edge of the bed, and my cheeks turn red. She however doesn't notice my embarrassment and presses another kiss long to my ass.

I quickly went over to where those bastards had dumped my clothes in a pile and picked my cardigan up off the top. Underneath, in a crumpled heap lay my borrowed shirt, bra, panties and jeans. This dress was far too tight for underwear. As I reached down and picked up my panties I realised they were stuck to all the other clothing. Sighing I looked more closely only to drop the whole pile in horror. Those fucking skanky bastards! I was livid! But so fucking tired, as tears welled up in my eyes again. They’d fucking jacked off all over my clothes and left them here for me to find!

I didn't even realize I wasn't wearing my panties until I saw him slipping them into his left side pocket. "No, Knoxx. Give them back." I stretched my right hand towards him. "They're mine now, Pumpkin." "But they are part of my favourite set," I whined. "What's wrong with you? They're not even clean." "I like 'em dirty..." He said tapping his side pocket where my precious panties. I tried my best not to laugh, but I couldn't hold myself. "I...I don't just know what to say to you anymore." "Better," he said, before scooping me in his arms. "I would get you four dozens before today runs out."