Author: catissitting

“Babe, do you know where my new pair of red panties went?” I asked, taking the last of the laundry out of the basket and folding it.

Nick looked up from his computer. “Uhm, no? Are you sure you put them in the hamper?”

I looked around with a frown. “Pretty sure. This is the second week in a row I’ve been missing underwear – I’ll be going commando every day next month if this keeps up.”

Nick laughed. “Maybe the washing machine has a thing for you, keeping your panties to itself.”

That put a small smile back on my face. “Well, keep an eye out for them at least. They might’ve stuck to your clothes or something.” I put the folded clothes back in the basket, taking them over to the closet.

“Will do. And I’ll tell the washing machine to only keep your old ugly underwear, not any of the hot new ones.” Read more »

The sun was going down and the air was getting cool as the fairy lights above their table flicked on. Jess and Ben were sitting at a table of 8 amongst 12 other tables, all full of guests. It was Jess’ childhood best friend’s wedding – Jess hadn’t even expected to be invited, but she was glad to come have the excuse to come dress up, eat some good food, and have a night of dancing with Ben.

Ben had something different on his mind – Jess. He loved seeing her get all dressed up, wearing heels that made her legs look long and shapely, a dress hanging delicately off her shoulders and fluttering around her thighs. She was wearing bright red lipstick outlining the curves of her lips, and eyeshadow that made her eyes look an even deeper brown than normal. He couldn’t get his thoughts off of her. Sitting next to her at this table wasn’t helping things, her leg occasionally brushing against his. He longed to keep his hands under the table and just stroke her silky thighs underneath her dress. Read more »