The Kink (Panty Pooping)
'Izzy,' I moaned, crumpling her body up against mine. Effortlessly, I slung out a hand and put out my lamp. 'Izzy…'
Her features grew unsteady and shifting in the darkness, but she was still undoubtedly beautiful. I hiked her baggy shirt up and slid my hand down her denim shorts, with a synchronised grin and laugh from both of us.
Izzy wrestled herself further up onto me; she wasn't short, I was just tall, and it was difficult for her to remain balanced in the dark hue of the room. The cold wind snaking from the open window couldn't calm my throbbing heart or my heated, sweating body.
'You know what you're doing, huh?' said Izzy, lunging back into a kiss.
I paused for a second, tearing myself from the kiss. This was my chance. Even if I got turned down, it'd be worth the risk.
'Izzy, this is really weird, but…'
She sat up on my naked chest.
'Before we go any further… I have this kink –