I Love to Tease in My Sexy Red Thong

When I Play, I Dress for Success

What can I say, I know how to tease my man. I don’t do it to be cruel. I do it because it heightens the intensity of the passion between us. Sure, I know he likes how my ass looks in any pair of panties. But I know he really goes feral over me in my sexy red thong. Teasing him all day with little peeks of it gets his fantasies going, and my juices flowing, so why not give us both what we’re craving.

Things Start Cooking in the Kitchen

It’s almost accusatory, the way he stares. The two of us are supposed to be cooking breakfast together, but all I feel is his gaze, heavy and hungry, tracing the curve of my bare back. The skimpy camisole I am rides high, and then riding low, that little bright triangle of my sexy red thong. I let the spatula clatter to the counter, bend a little too far to pick it up. His breath catches audibly; I bite my lip so I don’t laugh. When I straighten, he’s right behind me, arms caging me against the counter, his lips hot against the nape of my neck.

“Was that for me?” he growls softly in my ear. His hand slides up under the hem of my shirt, fingertips skating over my stomach and up along my ribs, then flattening tight against my skin, possessive.

“Oh, you have to ask?” I taunt, loving how his hands tremble. “I guess I need to try harder then.”

My Sexy Red Thong Gets Us Both Excited

I leave him alone with his sexual frustration to run some errands. But when I stumble in through the door with shopping bags in tow, the game is right back on. He sees it, a flash of my sexy red thong, criminally bright, when I bend to grab the bag of groceries at my feet. I hear the intake of his breath, a low, involuntary sound that makes my spine straighten and a grin flicker over my lips. The kitchen narrows, the walls pulling him to me like a magnet. He’s behind me before I can even stand. I sense his hands hesitating, hovering just shy of my hips. Even after all this time, he respects the boundaries of the game, waiting for my wordless invitation. I’ve trained him well.

I raise my ass just a bit, a silent offering. He takes it, pressing himself against me, solid and needy. His hand traces the curve of my waist, then darts lower, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my sundress. I hear his voice, rough and reverent, right at my ear: “I can’t decide if I want to rip them off or kneel for you right here.”

Now I am the one gasping.

It’s hotter knowing he’s been waiting all day to say that, and even more erotic than a private cam show. I slowly stand, feeling my skirt shift around my hips so the sexy red thong peeks out even more. There are many cheeky lines I could throw his way. But instead I just give him a wink, and saunter into the bedroom. I don’t need to check twice to know he is eagerly following right after me.

I bet you can just imagine the kind of red hot fun, even brighter than my sexy red thong. Next time you want to join me for a passionate time like that, and maybe even get to pull that little thong right off of me, give your Goddess of phone sex a ring some time…

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