Thongs for the memories
By Prerafaelite © Copyright July 2002.
All rights reserved.
Denim and lace, satin and silk. Tiny
fragments of texture wrapping hidden treasures in a soft cocoon. The swish of her
skirt caught the air and wafted it over her warm skin, cooling her, making her
exquisitely aware of autumn’s bite. Mincing down the street, she could feel the
fabric ride high between her cheeks, pressing her, a delicious rubbing that
brought a smile to her lips. The front crept up her cunt as her deliberate
movements made friction more intense, so close she could come. She caught her
reflection in a shop window and laughed.
If they only knew.