Grateful as Panties
When asked to express 'gratitude', Jeremy Edwards replied with this short story...
"I'm as grateful as your cotton panties," he said one morning, out of the blue.
"What?" she asked. "What panties? Which cotton panties? What are you
talking about? Sometimes I don't know what you're talking about,
"Shh," said William, putting a gentle finger to her mouth.
"But I'm not even wearing panties," Janice protested.
"Oh yes, I'm well aware of that," he said. A masculine finger quickly
darted across her pussy lips. She twitched with morning arousal and
felt her nipples stiffen.
"I've seen you in your cotton panties. Soft ones--any pair that you've
had awhile. So soft . . . like you." He stroked her bare bottom.
"Your cotton panties cling to you in a special way, don't they," he
continued. "They hug you, they hold you, they seem to caress you. They
love you, Janice." His finger found her ass crack.
"My panties *love* me?" She was laughing now, and yet she was getting so wet.
"Don't they? Aren't they grateful for being able to snuggle against
your beautiful ass all day long, to lounge against your sweet pussy,
to hold you firmly by the hips as you go about your business? To move
with you and be with you, so intimately?"
"You are a silly man," said Janice, reaching for William's cock and
directing his hand back toward her crotch.
He whispered in her ear. "I'm so grateful, Janice. I get to be with
you, live with you, touch you, share your life . . . I feel the way
your panties must feel. And I don't even have to get relegated to the
laundry basket and wait a week before you put me on again."
"I'm going to put you on right now," she said. "Not to mention *in*."
"I'm hugging your ass just like those panties," he testified,
squeezing and squeezing, pumping and pumping.
She had to admit, as he hugged her butt and scraped pleasure up and
down her cunt, that it was a fitting image. Grateful as panties,
intimate as underwear. She wasn't laughing now, though she was smiling
pretty broadly, feeling love and ecstasy wash through her, so grateful
for her silly man.
© Jeremy Edwards
Jeremy Edwards is a pseudonymous sort of
fellow whose efforts at spinning libido into literature have been
widely published online, as well as in print anthologies. His greatest
goal in life is to be sexy and witty at the same moment--ideally in
lighting that flatters his profile.