Sheerest Panties Quotes

My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist, ~ MC Paul Barman

Is it cool if I invite Morris and Daisy to the game tomorrow?" She eases her panties up her smooth, bare legs, and I'm so distracted by the sight that I forget what she asked a nanosecond after she asks it.



My cock hardens beneath the sheets, tenting up as if trying to get Grace's attention. She sighs when she notices the campsite on the bed. ~ Elle Kennedy

Hitch up your magic fishing panties and get on the boat. ~ Kimberly J. Dalferes

There wasn't enough fabric in her shirt to sew together a pair of panties. ~ Ella Summers

Somewhere in Hayden's town house, her panties were still smoking. ~ Tessa Bailey

Watch out for that one, Grace 2.0 whispered. That smile will have you tucking your heart into your panties and handing the whole shebang over before he even buys you a drink. ~ Lauren Layne

I swear to God, I think my panties just melted off my body. How can Crush just talking sex make me hot? ~ Jillian Dodd

Dedicated to black lace thong panties,
steaming hot showers, pimento-stuffed green olives and sharp cheddar cheese sliced with a credit card. ~ Derek Hart

Jason. My best friend from childhood. The boy - er, man - who should be ten hours away in Kodiak, Alaska, rather than here in Anchorage.

The man staring at my naked legs.
And I'm standing here in my panties and baby-doll T, which clearly shows I'm not wearing a bra, especially as Alaska is cold in February and the door gapes wide open. ~ Rita J. Webb

And while we've got you on the table, we can do a little lipo on the thighs. You barely need anything. But a lot of women these days are doing that and then having some of the fat injected into their labia to plump things up down there." Yes. So Rachel can enjoy that for years to come, because what woman doesn't fret over this? After all, don't we all walk around with mirrors in our panties, making sure our labia looks plump enough? I try to fix my face, but I'm fairly sure my disgust shows. "We can even do a little vaginal tightening to enhance sexual pleasure for both you and your husband." My sister bursts into tears. Thank God. ~ Kristan Higgins

Con jerked to a halt in the entryway to his and Leilani's bedroom. It looked as if their entire closet had been dumped onto the bed. Or at least her half of the closet. "Leilani?"
She stepped out of the bathroom wearing only panties and the giant cerulean-colored jewel around her neck that he'd given her a week ago to commemorate their official mating. Part of him still couldn't believe she'd said yes. She was everything to him and he loved seeing the physical statement around her neck. Everyone knew she was his but still, his most primitive side liked claiming her publicly.
She held up two long-sleeved tunics, both a similar blue color. "Which one should I wear tonight?"
They looked almost the same but the slightly wild look in her dark eyes told him that would be the dumbest answer possible. He pointed to the one on the left. It was cut lower than the other and he liked to see the soft swell of her breasts as often as possible.
"That's what I thought too." Grinning, she tossed the other to the ground and disappeared back into the bathroom. The female was a whirlwind of activity sometimes. ~ Savannah Stuart

Nothing can burst your fatherly bubble faster than hearing your daughter come home from a date and saying: 'Some nights I don't know why I even bother to wear panties'. ~ David Henry

Lastly and most importantly, I
bought a dozen new bras and twenty pairs of underwear. Having ripped my last two
really good ones to shreds during my change, I figured these were a good investment.
They probably wouldn't last very long. I bit my lip and went back and got four more of
each.
"Seriously, Grazi, what are you going to do with all those bras and panties? And you
really should consider a thong." ~ C.D. Gorri

Panties I don't mind going without, but I have no bra."
"You're like me." She smoothed her hands over her small breasts. "We have knots on a wooden plank. ~ Hailey Edwards

Please," I murmur, surprised by how much it sounds like I'm begging. "Please what?" he murmurs, feigning coyness. "Fuck me." The low growl in his throat proves he liked my crude, blunt answer. The panties slide down my legs, leaving a damp trail from my inner thigh ~ C.M. Owens

Behind the door was where bad things happen. No matter how many blankets I used or extra pairs of panties I wore. None of it mattered. The monster always came. His face obscured in the shadows, partially hidden behind the cloak rack. Hot breath breathing over my face as soon as I closed my eyes. ~ Hannah Baston

It's foolish to fight the bond between you. You'd be better off going with it and letting the panties drop where they may. ~ Stacey O'Neale

God, I'd love to have someone rip my panties from my body. But I think the only way Jeff could get my ginormous grandma undies shredded would be with some garden sheers or a bush whacker. ~ Madeleine Beckett

Her nostrils found the scent of her womanly wetness, wafting from the seat below her. Maybe she'd climb in the back As she did, she slipped off her jeans and her white cotton panties, slightly damp white cotton panties now. She couldn't resist a little sniff. Now her ample soft, round buttocks would enjoy the cool ~ A.M. Ball

The gauzy skirt that flutters in strips over my hips and thighs provides the illusion of risqué without actually threatening to reveal my lacy panties to the world. Those are meant for Aron's eyes only, but only if he asks nicely. And by nicely, I mean I'm fantasizing about him begging. While on his knees. And maybe naked. ~ Mila Ferrera

Reyes. Alexander. Farrow," I said.

Seconds after I spoke his name, Reyes walked into his bedroom, and I looked across the open space directly from my room into his.

He waited for me to continue.

"I feel like there's something missing from my bedroom."

A dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth. "You don't say."

"Any idea what that might be?"

He glanced around my room as well, then shrugged. "I can't imagine."

"Oh, wait," I said, stepping from my room into his, "wasn't there something here? Like, I don't know, a wall or something?"

He looked up. "You could be right. I do seem to remember a barrier of some kind here."

"Yep," I said, stepping closer, "I definitely remember a partition separating our apartments." When his only response was a mischievous tilt of his full mouth, I asked, "Where did you put my wall?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his doorframe. "What makes you think I took it?"

"It was there this morning."

"And that means I took it? Maybe you just misplaced it. Where exactly did you see it last?"

I pressed my lips together. "You tore down my wall."

The smile he wore could've charmed the panties off a nun. Completely unrepentant, he admitted, "I tore down your wall. ~ Darynda Jones

He came back to us with stories of bedrooms filled with crumpled panties, of stuffed animals hugged to death by the passion of the girls, of a crucifix draped with a brassiere, of gauzy chambers of canopied beds, and of the effluvia of so many young girls becoming women together in the same cramped space. ~ Jeffrey Eugenides

Panty Melter: an exceedingly rare species of man blessed with so many desirable attributes he effortlessly gains access into a girl's panties. ~ Tracy Brogan

I'm always glad to help." His grin was as quick and easy as it was devastating to her panties. "What can I say? I'm a real dick that way. ~ Avery Flynn

I'm in awe of you, Rowan Palotay," he said softly. "And plan to make love to you for the rest of the night, but right now, I want you to be a good cowgirl and ride me."
His finger hooked around the string of her panties, and he tugged them down and off. "The boots stay on. ~ Robin Bielman

Juan gave Bones the most admiring look he'd bestowed on him yet. You talked her into going without panties all these years? Madre de Dios, now that's impressive. I could learn a great deal from you, amigo. ~ Jeaniene Frost

She wore sensible little cotton panties with a tiny hole near the waistband, which he somehow found terribly charming. ~ Zoe Chant

I'll be busy for the next eight weeks, so let's set this for November 15th.
MENU
I want lamb or venison steak. Baked potatoes with honey butter. Corn on the cob. Rolls. And apple pie, like the one you made before. I really liked it. I want it with ice cream.
You owe me one naked dinner, but I'm not a complete beast, so you can wear a bra and panties if you so wish. The blue ones with the bow will do.
Curran,
Beast Lord of Atlanta ~ Ilona Andrews

The man had a smart mouth, a hard body, and questionable motives. In short, he was exactly what made her panties melt. ~ Avery Flynn

I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm Miss Goody Two-shoes, with my perfect grades, and days of the week panties. You know what? I have my Wednesdays on today - it's Saturday - and that's a pretty sad way of rebelling, huh? ~ Kendall Ryan

Global warming is so serious that I'd advise you to not wear panties. ~ Jarod Kintz

She wanted to feel normal. She wanted to feel like everyone else. She wanted more than this even; she wanted to be pretty. She wanted to be like the girls who ran laps in gym class, climbed ropes, jumped, and were asked out on dates. When some girls were wondering if their shorts or skirts were too tight, Sarah was worried about her underpants: granny panties, she called them. When the prettiest and most popular were trying out for cheerleading or volleyball, Sarah went home and read, gorged herself between meals in front of her computer and television. ~ Todd Nelsen

Holy guacamole. Was that a double entendre? I swear that was a double entendre. Someone hold my panties on for me because Mason Lowe was freaking flirting with me, using double entendres. ~ Linda Kage

We were just sitting on the bed, together, and you were just drinking from me, your mouth on my skin, and you didn't have any panties on?"
"You mean you didn't look? ~ Gena Showalter

Tits. Ass. Cock. I know those words, Mason, and I know you think I'm so deeply prissy and vanilla but I'm actually a big girl, so you can go ahead and use them on me."…
"You want it then?" His mutter was raspy and low and his eyes burned so deep into mine I felt paralyzed before he even spoke. "Fine, Taylor," he whispered, pressing his hand down hard on my thigh. "You walked in here and the first thing I thought of was how goddamned good you looked and how bad I wanted to rip that dress off those perfect tits of yours. I thought about what you'd look like in those boots and those boots alone and it turned me into a fucking crazy person for a second because I had some very real thoughts about grabbing you, taking you home and fucking you on my bed till I could hear those pretty lips screaming my name. does that get the point across or do you want to hear just how hard and deep I imagined my cock inside you."
Holy fuck.
Just like that, panties ruined. ~ Stella Rhys

The lucid, rational part of Billie wanted to laugh. Here she was, out in the woods of middle-class suburbia, with a man's fingers inside her panties, inside her, a climax of unimaginable force trembling at the edge of her grasp. And the man who now plied her and played her ... a prostitute. A gigolo. A beloved brother and son and uncle, and a suspect, with too many secrets and too much sexual prowess.
A man she was falling in love with.
The impossibility of it, the crazy, twisted potential swept over her, then ebbed, lost in the surge of unbelievable pleasure that built and built within her like strings drawn too tightly across a fine-tuned instrument. She would die from this, die and scatter into a million fragments and drift like dust on the wind. ~ Shelby Reed

Torn clothing littered the ground, more hung from bushes. Nick held up half a pair of white panties and grinned at me.
"Wild dogs? Or just Clayton?"
"Oh God," I muttered under my breath.
I walked over to snatch the underwear from him, but he held it over his head, grinning like a schoolboy.
"I see Paris, I see France, I see Elena's underpants," he chanted.
"Everyone's already seen much more than that," Jeremy said. "I think we can safely resume the search."
Peter plucked Clay's shirt from a low-hanging branch and held it up, peering through a hole in the middle. "You guys can really do some damage. Where's the hidden video when you need it?"
"So this
uh
wasn't done by wild dogs?" one of the searchers said.
Peter grinned and tossed the shirt to the ground. "Nope. Just wild hormones. ~ Kelley Armstrong

You're a goddamn thief and a liar, Gillian..." he whispered against my mouth as he slid his hand between my thighs and tore off my soaked panties. "A goddamn thief and a liar. ~ Whitney G.

Panties?! Now you know you don't wear no damn panties, Sean!" "Chile, you don't know what I got on under here! ~ Perri Forrest

Are you finished?" He snarls. "I have perfect vision, sub. Now, I gave you a choice, something I rarely do. Either the skirt comes off so I can see your luscious ass; your corset comes off and I flog those delicious looking tits…or you use your safe word. Which is it going to be?" He growls at my neck, soaking my panties. I'll never see him or these people again, and I soooo want this now. What the hell… "The skirt, Sir."
"Good Girl…" He grins. ~ Lainie Suzanne

Gentlewomen of the jury! Bear with me! Allow me to take just a tiny bit of your precious time. So this was le grand moment. I had left my Lolita still sitting on the edge of the abysmal bed, drowsily raising her foot, fumbling at the shoelaces and showing as she did so the nether side of her thigh up to the crotch of her panties she had always been singularly absent-minded, or shameless, or both, in matters of legshow. This, then, was the hermetic vision of her which I had locked inafter satisfying myself that the door carried no inside bolt. The key, with its numbered dangler of carved wood, became forthwith the weighty sesame to a rapturous and formidable future. It was mine, it was part of my hot hairy fist. In a few minutes say, twenty, say half-an-hour, sicher its sicher as my uncle Gustave used to say I would let myself into that "342" and find my nymphet, my beauty and bride, imprisoned in her crystal sleep. Jurors! If my happiness could have talked, it would have filled that genteel hotel with a deafening roar. And my only regret today is that I did not quietly deposit key "342" at the office, and leave the town, the country, the continent, the hemisphere,indeed, the globe that very same night. ~ Vladimir Nabokov