Underwear Stories Novels & Stories

I stepped into the exclusive BDSM club called The Vault wearing a short black dress that barely covered my thighs and a mask that hid half my face. My heart pounded against my ribs. This was supposed to be research for my exposé on underground kink scenes. I had spent weeks preparing fake credentials and a cover story. No one was supposed to know I was really Isabella Reed, investigative journalist. The air inside smelled of leather, sweat, and expensive perfume. Dim red lights cast shadows across people in various states of undress. Moans and the sharp sound of paddles echoed from different rooms. I clutched my small purse containing a hidden recorder and tried to look like I belonged.

I spent the entire day in a fever of filthy anticipation. The sealed package from Jayden sat on our bed like a bomb waiting to explode. When I finally tore it open, my breath caught. Inside was the most sinful red dress I’d ever seen—short, tight, backless, with a deep plunging neckline and slits so high they barely covered my ass. No panties. No bra. Just thin straps and fabric that would hide nothing once they touched me.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

"Come on. We're going shopping. My treat. We're going to find you the kind of underwear that will make that man forget his own name." An hour later, we were in a fancy lingerie store in a part of town I usually avoided. The kind of store where the bras cost more than my rent. Tasha was in her element, holding up scraps of lace and silk in every color imaginable. "This," she said, holding up a black lace bustier with garter straps. "This is the one. It's powerful. It's sexy. It says 'I'm in charge,' even when you're on your knees." I looked at the price tag and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. "Tash, I can't afford that."

It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake. I lounged on the big sectional couch in the living room, legs stretched out, my nipples already hardening against the thin white fabric of my tank top. No bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months.

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

They were white bikini underwear… that had superheroes holding up the middle finger. “Do I want to know why you have these?” “They were sent to me by mistake when I ordered something else online. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away, and I definitely couldn’t give them to anyone. Until now. They are yours. Go put them on. They will be your rebel underwear.”

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

" He muttered as he downloaded the web novel application that the unknown woman said. After the application was successfully downloaded, Aiden quickly searched for a story entitled 'I know you want me' and didn't have to bother, the story was already posted on the main page. "Trending one?" Aiden was shocked, seeing the cover of the story which contained a naked photo of himself on the bed with his underwear he held in his right hand and covered his intimate parts. His expression in the photo is really very hot and exciting. Aiden gulped, he remembered this photo was taken in last year's summer photo shoot for one of the men's underwear brands.