Underwear Stories Novels & Stories

I whispered, keeping my voice low so Xavier wouldn't hear every word. "No! Tell me what happened", she shrieked, making me flinch as I kept a bit of distance between my ear and the phone. Sheesh. Well someone's excited. "Well", I whispered. "Xavier is practically a slobbering mess. You know that cock ring I ordered online a week ago?", "Shut up! No way! You used it?" "Mmhmm" "OMG!! Girl he is obviously going to be such an orgasm deprived mess right now but do tell how did you use it?"

Melissa teased. "Alright, I think we should head home." I stated, putting Kaila down. Just as I said that, Anderson walked out with Rachel supporting his weight. Both of them made sure to avoid our gaze as they walked towards their own car. "What happened to his pants?" Jacob asked, turning his head to the side. "Diuresis." Kaila shrugged. "Di-what?" Jacob stuttered. "Eiran scared him and he ruined his pants." Melissa explained. "I am guessing he made the mistake of trying to insult Charlie, and Eiran went all dark defender on his ass." She added.

One push and Riley was seated on the edge, legs parted just enough for Elena to step between them. Elena unbuttoned Riley’s jeans, tugged the zipper down slowly, deliberately. Riley lifted her hips without being told. Elena peeled denim and plain cotton underwear down together, past knees, off ankles. Riley naked now except for socks. Vulnerable. Exposed. Wetness already visible on her inner thighs.

As they stood on the edge of the unknown, shadows flickered in the tunnel below, and a faint whisper carried through the air: "The truth lies beneath." Their family’s darkest secrets were waiting to be uncovered—and the journey was far from over.

"As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department." "Ah, I'm Black Vera." I replied. "I'm a second year from the arts department." "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes." "I knew it. No old student would ever even think about being friends with this wild monkey. I feel so sorry for you, you poor soul." "If I'm a monkey, then you're a gorilla." Crimson passively commented. "Ignoring this useless brute, can you tell me why you need clothes?" "Ah, we're performing at the club recruitment, but I didn't know we had to bring an extra pair of clothes." I replied.

I asked. “Of course, I can! So, tell me.” I secretly smirked. “My underwear have string on this side.” I replied then pointed my left side. “Oh… is there a piece of cloth like that?” he asked in disbelief. “Don’t know, not really sure. I only asked my mother to buy me.” I replied. Honestly, it’s really clear that he can’t find an ordinary underwear that has string on one side but I’m sure that what he’ll find will be a swimwear or bikini.

I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, hot head of his bare cock pressing against my hole. "No condom?" I choked out. "Bareback, Alex. I want to feel every inch of this virgin ass." He pushed forward, not slow. The head popped in and I groaned loud, the burn intense. "Too big…slow down…" "Take it." He gripped my hips hard and drove deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching me wide open. "Fuck, you're tight. Gripping me like you were made for this." I clawed at the couch cushions, moaning helplessly as he bottomed out. His heavy balls pressed against me. The fullness was overwhelming, hot, throbbing, raw.

Before Angel could say anything, Phoebe had dragged her down every aisle in the store. A variety of the best quality women's underwear and lingerie were sold there. Angel was a little dizzy looking at the price tags for each of the mini-thin underwear. The price was almost equivalent to one month's salary. “What do you think about this one? Which does Xander prefer, the two-piece or the one-piece?” Phoebe showed her black and nude lingerie in different styles. Angel thought for a moment, then shook her head.

Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

He wore black jeans and a silky white long sleeves shirt with an ash Nike pair of shoes which you could tell was quite expensive. I can't wait to go to class . My knees already hurt from standing, especially in this hot sun . When we went back to class everyone was demanding his attention , trying to start a conversation with him . This bored me since I'm usually the shy type. I don't talk much and won't make friends unless approached . I kind of don't care what people say . I love myself before others .