Wednesday, June 8, 2011

"I blame the panties."

That's what my excuse will be today, too. I need to ignore everyone and finish this sexy little story that is currently in progress:

I blame the panties.

They’re what started it all, I swear. That turquoise-blue satin—smooth and enticing—stretched tight across Shane’s muscular ass. He looked so beautiful, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. The contrast of strong and soft, of male and female, was a shock to my senses. I hadn’t anticipated that the sight would thrill me as much as it did. It was as if that vision completed some kind of kinky circuit inside me, sending electric sensations coursing throughout my body. My flesh tingled, my heart beat faster, and I made a decision right on the spot: I wanted his ass.

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