Poison Part 2— It’s just one little pill.

Let’s do a little experiment. I want you to think of the soft fabric of panties. A simple enough task, and one you likely don’t find unpleasant.

Now, let’s take it a little further. Rather than thinking of the soft qualities of the fabric, I’d like you to imagine those very same panties on someone. You can choose me, if you like. Think of the form of my hips, the curve of my body, even the few wisps of pubic hair vaguely visible, but most of all of the shape. In your mind you can almost imagine touching, stoking and enjoying those perfect shapes, warm beneath your hand. Soft. Moist.

You cannot help but think of the soft aroma, can you. And as you do so the thought almost transports you to some moment in which you’ve either wanted to touch, or indeed done so, and the rewarding feeling of a body responding.

My guess is that you find such things arousing. Perhaps only mildly so, but arousing none the less, and in some cases the thought will in fact be overpowering. A trigger toward a hungry few minutes of rubbing yourself. It is quite predicable and in some ways pathetic, yet also amusing. Yes, I find it amusing because the response to the thought is powerful. The response to the sight, though, is overpowering.

If you were to see above you those panties perfectly smooth and lacy your desire would be…