Underpants Sans Novels & Stories

Chris says, "I was still curious why you looked big when dressed, but when undressed, you're pretty flat. Turns out, you wear Spanx." Paige, angry and embarrassed, retorted, "I do not!!! I definitely don't wear Spanx. My underwear is all normal, thank you very much."

Daily use was for daytime use, generally 240 mm, while night use was longer, generally 280 mm, and there were 324mm, 344 mm or longer. When the period was about to end, small pads would be necessary. He even compared the ingredients of different brands, no spices and no meshes. He carefully picked out a few and the shop attendant was stunned and then he left with some pure cotton ones. And then he went to the section of women's underwear. Many people cast a strange look at him and even whispered with each other. "Is this man a pervert? What is he doing at the women's underwear section!" "Look at the scar on his face, which looks very wretched and terrible. He must be a pervert!"

She felt like her body was a traitor, and she didn’t know how to bring it in line with her conscious thoughts. Finally, she stood up, cleaned her body, and got out of the tub. While she’d been having her shower, Nathan had filled the room with shopping bags. The servants had bought every brand and size of the pad, tampon, and panty liner that was available. Along with these, there was also an assortment of women’s underwear, everything from lingerie to boxers to grannie panties. He means well-she told herself as she selected a pair of modest blue cotton underwear and pressed a medium-flow pad to its crotch.

he asked. I nodded, pulling out a T-shirt with ink blotched on it. The next package I opened had athletic pants. It’s not really my style. But as he pointed out, it was certainly better than wearing couch cushions from some club. Which, now that I thought about it, might have even been more questionable than I thought to begin with. If Theo and I had the privacy to be naked on those cushions, who else had done that before us? In a juicier manner. I shuddered.

he explained, staring down at me with a soft smile etched on his face. “Oh yeah, right,” I groaned, pulling myself off the couch. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, to take a quick soak. I didn’t even bother to wash my hair. I only strengthen it. I slipped into some baggy jeans, paired with a black unisex softstyle t-shirt that says “BE THE KINKY VERSION OF YOU” and my limited edition Jordans. Julian wore a white, fitting T-shirt and some gray sweatpants with it, and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so good without any effort whatsoever.

Arianna sighed, she had been expecting him to buy those provocative ones so she could seduce him and blame it on the clothes he got her. "Seriously!" She slapped her head. What the hell was she thinking? As if she could even seduce him, just a look into those eyes and her legs become as weak as jelly. Words could not form in Arianna's mouth when she looked into the bag that contained her underwear. He got her each of every type of underwear the store had - Hipster, Bikini, Boyshort, G-String, Tanga Brief, High-Cut panties. You name it. Arianna went red in the face and she couldn't help but wonder if he ordered these online or got them himself from the store. She was so embarrassed. How would

~Vivian POV~ "Apologies accepted. I paid for a naked masseur. Why are you still wearing your pants?" I asked. "You want me to remove my pants?" he asked. His voice carried a hint of amusement. I nodded my head. "Yup, that's what I paid for." "OK. Your wish is my command, sweetie." He quickly discarded his pants and his black boxer shorts came into view. He has a sculpted body, he looks so yummy, and his mouthwatering abs are every woman's wet dream.

​I snatched the clothes from the manager and marched into the oversized fitting room. Within a few minutes, I swapped out my cargo pants for the new outfit. The utility pants were made of a stretchy fabric—durable enough to sprint in, but hugging every curve of my hips—while the cropped top left my belly completely bare, contrasting sharply with the deep crimson silk underwear peeking just above the waistband. ​I stepped out of the fitting room, feeling exposed but undeniably agile.

He saunters in, casually stripping off his top then his pants. Apparently, he’s not wearing anything underneath them.

I tried hard not to make a sound. My trouser was unbuttoned next. He gently pulled my zipper down. Then he dragged it off along with my underwear in one slow drag, his eyes on mine the whole time. For the first time in a really long time, I was damn proud of my choice of panties. Unlike my boring thongs, today I wore a sultry pink net pant that barely covered my entire butt cheek.