Satin thong

I pick up the first pair I see, it happens to be a shiny little pink satin thong which looks fairly revealing and extremely feminine, ‘how can something with so little fabric even be considered underwear’ I think to myself as I pick up the tiny garment.

Right now I don’t have time to care what it looks like though, or how revealing it is, I just need to get to work so I slip my feet through the delicate pink garment and slide it up my silky smooth legs, feeling a slight tingling feeling in the pit of my stomach as they travel up before eventually I have them on with the little satin waistband, which was really just a string, sitting perfectly around my waist, and the actual string part of the thong nestled neatly between my soft pillowy cheeks - a very unusual and unique feeling for sure but somehow also not an entirely unpleasant one.

Not wasting any time or stopping to think about what I’ve just done or any possible consequences of my choice, I put the rest of my clothes on, grab my bag and head off to work