Anna Enters Thongland

 I didn’t want the tacky ones…the ones with frilly edges, and over-the-top colourings, I just wanted a pack of plain, cotton thongs. I have to admit, I also went to the back of the store, and had me a look at the sex aids. There are remote controlled ones now that work by an app on a phone, for fuck’s sake! How cool is that? Oh, and they’ve gotten a lot smaller. I bought one that will simply slip into a pair of panties. If I’m going to wear a thong, then Em is going out with me with this in her undies, and the controlling app on MY phone!  

I must admit, I held the packet of thongs, and I did feel a sexual thrill. I was, after all, doing this for sexual reasons for my lover, and anything like that always seems to rebound on me. 

Back home, I lay on the bed, with the unopened packet by my side. I needed…hmm…I don’t know what I needed….maybe it was some sort of courage? From the moment I put one of these on, I was committing to wearing them routinely….somehow (don’t laugh) that was a big step. 

As I lay there, Miss Brain popped up and reminded me that some girls wore these at school - how daring! How grown up! Of them, some weren’t quite as brave as others and wore their thong under regular panties, but other girls, risking life and limb if any of the nuns saw, would pull their thongs right up so they were visible even over the waistband of the kilt - AND they would deliberately wear a black one - something that would show through the white shirt. 

They would talk about how horny it made them feel, how it pulled between their cunt lips, and one girl swore that even walking in it could make her cum…I’mnot sure about that though. 

Anyway, I found myself getting very horny, and finally I couldn’t put the moment off any more. I opened the pack, pulled out one that looked at the front like a pair of my ordinary panties, slipped off the ones I was wearing, and slid the thong on. I’ve tried them before, so the feeling of it settling between my bum cheeks wasn’t anything new. Neither was the knowledge that very little was covering my sex. I just hope they are as absorbent as regular panties, because, trust me, they will be put to the test. 

So…this is me now. A thong wearer. Time to get up. Walking around felt - interesting. I realised it was way more psychological than physical, but that can be very sexy too. Oh yes. Before you ask. I was getting wet. ‘Imagine’ Miss Brain whispered ‘how it would feel with these pulled to one side, and Emily or Chris fucking your brains out.” (Splat) ‘Imagine the housekeeper picking up and washing your cum-stained thongs….you’ll have to tell her you have these or she’ll get them mixed up with her own. You wouldn’t want to wear a pair of hers by mistake no, would you?’ (Double splat) All I wanted to do at that precise second was run up to her room, grab a nice juicy thong from her laundry hamper and pull it up tight between my lips. As I know from my school days, pulling on another girls’ dirty panties is a mindfuck, imagine what it would feel like with another girl’s still wet thong! Fuck! 

So, I’m standing in my lounge - all these feelings coursing through me…this is no good….either rub off or go do something else. 

I did something else. I sat on our couch, processing the feelings and thoughts as they occurred. Oh. If my skirt rides up, I’ll have my bare bum on the couch…or bus..or train..or restaurant/cinema seat. Hmmm…that’s not so bad, but I know I will ‘leak’. You have to understand that all my life since puberty, I’m not one of those girls who just gets a little moist when she’s aroused. I get soaked - In every meaning of the word. Soaked as in my panties are visibly wet on the outside. Soaked as in these thongs just won’t cope. I’m going to be leaving snail trails wherever I go. Miss Brain liked the sound of that - and so did I. 

Sitting on the couch, I could also smell myself if I moved. Masturbating in these would be so easy. A simple rocking motion would probably do it. Let’s try. Hmm…almost, let’s try that again with a hand round the back…..better, but no cigar…ok, let’s try just pulling the back of the thong and putting tension on it and relaxing. Tense - relax, tense, relax….ohhhhh yeah! That will do it. 

Fuck yeah…that WILL do it. I really could cum just from doing this…..ohhh fucking hell…..I got into a rhythm that was perfect. I’d found a new way to masturbate. Hand round my back, find the ‘string’, tug, release, tug, release, tug, release…and it didn’t have to be a big tug either. Just apply tension. Easy! Which is why I came quickly and very, very wetly. 

I learned two things. I can cum really easily in a thong. Secondly, they are fucking useless if you’re a squirter. Honestly, it was running down my legs! But then I enjoy ‘dirty’ sex. I once saw a movie of a girl who wanted to be videoed squirting in public in a restaurant. She masturbated while a guy sitting opposite her videoed her under the table. She wasn’t wearing panties, but by the time she was done, she was sitting in a puddle….a literal puddle! It was so sexy to watch, but the risk to staining her skirt was immense. I loved it. 

I’m well practised in cumming in public, and making sure my skirt is out of the way. I can cope with one of these things between my legs…and as for girl cum running down my thighs, well, there’s nothing sexier in my opinion. I love the feeling and the scent of it. 

Footsteps. Must be Dani (I’m going to struggle with this. Elizabeth has been ‘Elizabeth’ to me for years…now she’s asked us to use a contraction of her middle name, Danielle, it’s going to take some time to adjust.) Legs down and crossed, pick up the damn book, look busy….

…and it didn’t fool her for a second. She sniffed the air, locked eyes with me and smiled. The sort of smile that says “You go, girl.” And damn me if she didn’t actually wink at me! Maybe the wet inside leg gave me away. 

There’s no doubt I am an exhibitionist. I love people seeing me doing something I shouldn’t. When we went on holiday, when I was 14, if mum and dad weren’t around I would change into my bikini on the beach by simply stripping naked and standing up…and taking my own sweet time over it too. Oh, what a thrill it was…having eyes flicking over my body….later of course, that developed into masturbating in public, and making sure someone - anyone - saw me. It’s easy to know if someone is up for it….I suppose it’s a kind of foreplay. You both know (by magic) it’s not an invitation to get physical - it just is what it is. ‘I want you to watch me masturbate’ and a responding ‘I’d love to.’ So far, no-one has whipped out a phone and tried to video me - I wonder what I’d do if they did? Maybe one day I’ll find out. 

So, a quick wash, and a new thong - a green one this time, and I’m waiting for Emily to get home. I won’t tell her what I’m wearing. She always grabs my arse to hug me when she comes home. Let her fingers feel the lack of panty line and let her brain work it out for herself. 

Tonight’s going to be fun! 

PS…I realise that this story is quite tame. Girls wear thongs all the time, and this may, for some, be a case of ‘so what?’’ For me it was a big step - I’m doing something for my lover that, under normal circumstances I wouldn’t do for myself. I want to learn to love wearing them. 

PPS Elizabeth Danielle *******. The `Danielle’ comes from the story of Daniel in the lion’s den. As a baby, from the moment she was born, she had a number of medical issues. Her mum says that whenever the doctors did something horrible to her, she never cried out, she just bore it with ‘Daniel’s courage’, as her mum said. So she was baptised with a feminised version of Daniel - Danielle - Dani. “I’m only called Elizabeth at home when I’m in trouble.” So now we’re trying to respect her wishes. We fuck up now and then, and when we do, she always thinks she’s done something wrong. 

I’ve been asked, “No. Seriously. Either you or Emily must be tempted to try your luck with your housekeeper.” Well, I’d be lying…WE’D be lying if we said we’d never had a sexual thought about her. She’s gorgeous. Whoever gets into her panties is going to be one very lucky guy…or girl. But she IS our housekeeper - our employee. None of us know if her living in is going to work in the long term. “What if she came on to one of you?” Well, that’s a fair question. I think as humans, we all crave company sometimes, especially to do with sex. Sometimes, masturbating alone in your room just isn’t enough. It simply makes you feel intensely lonely - god knows - I’ve been there. 

Emily and I are not threatened by the thought of one or both of us having a sexual experience with someone else. I’m fucking Chris right now, for example. If Emily had Dani, then I know, being the perverse little bitch I am, it would turn me on beyond words. 

Once, when I was in a very, very lonely place, a close friend asked me if she could help in any way. If I’d asked her to, she would have gone to bed with me, but only because I wanted it - not because she did. I felt lonely - intensely, would destroying lonely. I’d actually arrived at a place where Miss Brain was working against me. When I tried to rub one off, Miss Brain merely informed me that I was lonely, and no-one wanted to be with me. Masturbation when it’s a choice is fabulous. When it’s all you have, and all you think you might ever have, it’s a curse. So I asked this friend if she would simply sit by my side, hold my free hand and watch while I tried to cum. She did, and it worked! I would very much like Dani to sit by me and watch me rub one off. I wouldn’t want to ask her outright, and although she is likely to see me in a variety of sexual moments, I won’t contrive one. No. But I’d love her to simply ask me. That would be a blast.