I walked in and see you rifling through my drawers.
“What are you doing, Tommy?”
You turn around quickly, embarrassed, face crimson.
“Umm, ummm, ummm…”
Your stammering is so adorable and I can see something is hidden behind your back.
“Tommy, what’s in your hand?”
I see your eyes darting around the room trying to find a distraction but you cannot seem to find one. Your hands slowly start to move from behind your back and I find one of my black lace panties in your hands.
“Did you get this from the laundry basket? What were you doing with it?”
Your eyes turn downward. “I just like to hold them.”
My eyes narrow at you because I know there’s more to the story.
“I like to hold them because the fabric is soft and I like the way they smell after you’ve worn them. I just like the smell of you.”
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