I know that you go into my lingerie chest when I am at work. Don’t look so surprised. All of my panties are always bunched up, or not put away in the manner in which I put them. You see sweetheart, I am OCD. I have things just so, so when I see them out of place, even by a fraction of an inch I can tell.
At first I would just straighten them out, put them back the way I had them, thinking that when I closed the drawer they were getting caught and moved around. I have a lot of panties after all. Then I noticed that it was only happening to certain types of panties. The satin or silk ones.
I have to let you know that when it all came to me that it has been you Dear, is when I was cleaning your room, pushing the vacuum under your bed, the vacuum started to whirl. It had caught something up in the roller brushes, making it unable to run as it should. I pulled out the vacuum and there, wrapped around the bristles were a pair of my panties.
I knew right away, especially when I saw the stains on them. I knew exactly what it was you had been doing with them. You were running them over that little pink piece of boy meat of yours until you came in them. Weren’t you Darling?
I am not upset by this, no, not in the least. You were thinking of me when you were slipping in and out of that satin heaven weren’t you? That makes me smile. It’s okay, it honestly is. There is no harm, none what so ever in doing this. As a matter of fact, why don’t you come into my room, I just got back from the lingerie shop and made a few purchases you might be interested in. ~wink~
Annette
