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Guilty Pleasure
(Nicola Diaz)

I hold the red pair of lacy panties up and watch as the light penetrates the flimsy material exposing it's sheer fragility and bare existence. 



The noise in the lingerie shop starts to pick up around me as shoppers continue to peruse the section dedicated to red knickers in the upmarket outlet in the heart of Colorado. 



It's hard finding the right pair. The right underwear doesn't just slip on, it becomes part of you. It wraps snugly around you and hugs you tightly, screaming your assets to the world. I roll the cotton material between my fingertips and smile as the material becomes alive. It's softness, it's colour, it screams rip me to shreds and fuck me. Fuck me hard. I stroke the underwear and imagine wearing the flimsy piece, stroking against my inner thighs as it presses tightly against my pussy, teasing my clit. Tucked away under my everyday clothing. 



I feel a sweet shiver gently caress my spine as it works towards the gap between my legs and the world around me suddenly starts to fade away. 



Take deep breaths Kimberly, take deep breaths. 



It's been a while since I have opened my legs for any man. Out of choice mind you. And sometimes, the urge to feel a thick long piece of meat thrusting into me is just too much. And I find my solace in wearing the sexiest underwear and subtly teasing men.