Library

Yesterday was beyond thrilling, I reached a new milestone: selling my freshest, juiciest panties yet.

The truth is, I’d made a deal with a buyer who craved something extra special. He was willing to pay triple the usual price, but with one strict condition: he wanted my freshest, juiciest panties, meaning straight from a freshly earned orgasm. I couldn’t resist, but not because of the money, but because pushing my limits always turns me on.

Why the library? It’s my favorite secret spot, quiet, discreet, with plenty of hidden corners. The perfect place for a daring game no one else would suspect.

I arrived earlier than planned, hoping to avoid him, but fate had other ideas. He was there around the same time, though he was grabbing breakfast at McDonald’s when I sent my photo text.

I settled into a secluded corner and with deliberate teasing moves, I orgasmed after edged twice, one of my favorite tricks to build up more juices and stretch the pleasure. Then, without a sound, I orgasmed silently, my body shivering from the intense waves of release.

I wasn’t sure if anyone noticed the trembling, but I was almost certain an older lady caught a glimpse of my soaked pink thong when it picked up from the floor. Trust me, I’d been scanning the room carefully before deciding to remove it, but just as I was about to tuck it away, the lady appeared out of nowhere.

My fingers was shaking when I slid the damp panties into a ziplock bag, heart pounding with the rush of being so close to being caught. After packing my things, I crept over to a shadowy corner of the bookshelf and slipped the bagged treasure between the volumes—my secret gift, hidden in plain sight.