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" At this point I came across one of the vending machines that only Japan has. I have to admit that I love the whimsical items sold in such appliances, like all sorts of junk food, beer cans, whisky bottles and even underwear. This particular machine sold both whisky and underwear, which truly is a bizarre combination, or maybe not, considering all the underwear were female panties. It was therefore my theory that older men would come by and buy the whisky, and then when they were drunk and young women passed by, the men would then offer them panties as gifts for sexual favours. Ya, it all made perfect sense to me. "
― Andrew James Pritchard , Sukiyaki
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" Bra already forgotten, he was working on her pants, and he kissed every inch he bared, from her waist to her knees, then to her ankles, then her toes, one by one. he laid a path of kisses down on leg, then up the other, then he placed a long, lingering kiss at her center, through her panties, She was already wet for him. Not that he hurried. All the impatience he'd shown earlier seemed to have evaporated. Doris could have crocheted a pair of panties in the amount of time it took Hunter to remove Gabi's. She squirmed under him. " I thought they teach speed in the military." " When warranted. There are times that call for careful deliberation." " You're going to deliberate me to death," she warned, just as he finally parted her hot flesh, a move that immediately silenced her. But he didn't touch her further. He blew on her clit. She nearly jackkifed off the couch. He pushed her knees up until her heels touched her butt, then he pushed her knees out until she was spread wide open just inches from his face. And then he just looked. Good grief. What was there to look at? " Touch me!" she snapped when she couldn't stand the suspense any longer. " Touch me, you torturous bastard. That's an order." He laughed deeply and heartily. " And what are you going to do if I don't?" " I'll arrest you." " I think that's what they call an abuse of power." His eyes glinted darkly. " But the idea of handcuffs does have considerable merit. "
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" I added pieces the same way I’d constructed my body, from the inside out: boy-cut panties first (lacy), bra (sheer), stockings (thigh high), knee-length leather skirt (black), lime green midriff-baring shirt (polyester). David leaned against the wall and watched this striptease-in-reverse with fabulously expressive eyebrows slowly climbing toward heaven, I finished it off with a pair of strappy lime green three-inch heels, something from the Manolo Blahnik spring collection that I’d seen two months ago in Vogue.
He looked me over, blinked behind the glasses, and asked, “You’re done?”
I took offense, “Yeah. You with the fashion police?”
“I don’t think I’d pass the entrance exam.” The eyebrows didn’t come down. “I never knew you were so…”
“Fashionable?”
“Not really the word I was thinking.”
I struck a pose and looked at him from under my supernaturally lustrous eyelashes. “Come on, you know it’s sexy.”
“And that’s sort of my point. "
― Rachel Caine , Heat Stroke (Weather Warden, #2)
