Underwear Stories Novels & Stories

But his eyes were doing that thing again. And the water was still pooling in his collarbone like an invitation. And my pussy was so wet it was embarrassing — the seam of my underwear was absolutely soaked and my thong felt like it was painted on — and I was done lying. "Since March," I said. "When you fixed the boiler room pipe and your shirt was completely soaked through and I could see the muscles in your back and your —" I stopped. "My what?" His voice had changed. Thickened.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

I wanted to be used like a total slut. I took a quick shower, but I didn’t bother cleaning my pussy too much. I wanted to stay dirty. I put on a tiny black dress that barely covered my ass and no underwear, and my nipples poked through the thin fabric. I called a taxi and gave the driver the address of an underground sex club I had heard about online. A place with no names, no rules except consent, and rooms where anything goes.

Then I stood under the spray until it turned cold. I didn’t sleep. Instead I sat cross-legged on my bed in an old T-shirt, laptop open, staring at the Gory Room website again. There was a members’ forum now—hidden behind login. I created an anonymous account: InitiateE26. The threads were raw. One woman wrote about her first time: how she cried the whole drive home, not from regret but from the sudden absence of pain. Another posted photos (blurred faces) of rope marks that looked like lace. Someone asked if anyone had gone back the same week.

Just me and him in this big, beautiful house for an entire week. I waited until I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs before quickly stripping out of my tiny outfit. My nipples were already hard as I pulled the camisole over my head and slid the shorts down my smooth legs. I was completely naked underneath.... my pussy already getting wet just from the thought of what I was about to do. I slipped under the soft sheets, pulling them up to just above my breasts, and lay back against the pillows. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Just a guess though, based on how they talk about it. This weekend, though, I had all the cocks I could ever want or need fucking me in every way, and my pussy was getting a serious workout. It was sore in the best possible way, used and abused, but craving more. We all decided that after a long, sweaty shower… washing off the cum and sweat from the morning's fun, we wanted to go into town wearing shorts and tank tops with no underwear underneath. Then we'd come back to the cabin to get ready properly because we wanted to go out dancing at that bar where we frequently go to, teasing more guys, maybe bringing some back. The guys could pick out exactly what we were to wear, and they all agreed

Six college guys in full weekend mode. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it over her head. Ten minutes later, she threw it across the room in frustration. “Fuck this,” she muttered. At 1:47 a.m., Lena stood up, heart racing. She didn’t bother putting on more clothes. She was wearing only a thin white tank top that clung to her heavy breasts and a tiny pair of pink lace panties that were already soaked through again. Her nipples were hard, clearly visible, and her ass cheeks spilled out the bottom of the panties as she walked.

my uncle said. In my family, we don't turn down dares unless you never want to hear the end of it. My problem was my panties were all lace and skimpy. I couldn't put my pride aside, especially when I had a buzz. "That was a low blow, Uncle Frank. You know I can't let a dare go. Fuck it. Underwear night it is." To fuck with them more, I decided to wear a tight tank top too. I figured if he wanted to talk shit, I would give him the biggest case of blue balls he has ever had. I looked at myself in the mirror with the tank top on. You could practically see right through the white fabric. I could definitely see my nipples.

"Peer pressure. " "illiteracy. " "No, it's peer pressure. " "It can't be peer pressure. " Ari argued Austin and Ariana were at a deli in opposite booths and a laptop on the table between them. They were both arguing about the most cause of premarital sex and they weren't arguing silently, the other end of the deli could here two teenagers talking about sex like there was no one else in the world. But they could care less... By the way, it's a school project.

Tyler from the other shower room. "I don't have a choice, do I? If I don't use it, I don't have underwear and a bra," said Kyra. "Underwear is more important. Many women do not wear a bra, and you have a small breast, so it is not very obvious," said Tyler. "Aw!" Tyler's complaint. Kyra threw the cardboard from the underwear pack, hitting Tyler's eyes. Tyler was washing his face. "Why you have such a big mouth, hmp!" said Kyra.