Chapter ３５

“Yeah. Mimosas.”

I had to hold his shoulders while I duck and weave on my feet. I like his description. I long for it. It's just too terrible that it will never happen. "I believe you have a penchant for pantyhose."

Just for you. He catches them in the middle with his fingers and pulls them down my thighs. But they have to go because I want to have unrestricted access to your beautiful pussy for the remainder of the evening.

I won't contest that, I promise.

"Good, since you have no other option." He finishes taking off my underwear and puts them in his pocket. I will preserve them.

I mentioned it before: pant fetish. In my throat, there's a peculiar, unsettling sensation. Something that strongly resembles envy. I'll bet you have a whole drawer full of them at home.