Chapter 1: Dawn of the Damp
I never thought I’d be excited to be yanked out of a drawer at 3 a.m., but when Jennifer’s strong, calloused hands snatched me from the cupboard, my black lace trembled with anticipation. I’m her favorite thong, after all—a size small, barely a whisper of fabric, destined to cling to her sculpted, 6’1”, 225-pound frame. She’s a fitness freak, carved like a goddess, and I’m about to be her second skin for the next three days. A curse, she called it, after our little spat. ‘You’ll learn your lesson,’ she’d growled, her voice dripping with dominance. I wasn’t worried about being stretched tight over her powerful curves. No, I was dreading the way she eats—10,000 calories a day, protein-packed, gut-churning feasts—and the way she talks, all filthy and commanding, especially when her body lets loose.
‘Oh, you’re gonna hug me real good today, aren’t you?’ Jennifer purred as she slid me up her thick thighs, snapping my waistband against her hips with a wicked grin. I was snug, too snug, wedged tight against her heat, already feeling the first whispers of sweat as she strutted to the kitchen. ‘Let’s see how you handle me after breakfast, little thong. I’ve got a hell of a day planned.’
Her morning feast was a nightmare in the making: four boiled eggs, a chicken and mayo salad, a protein shake, and a scalding black coffee. I could feel her stomach rumble as she scarfed it down, her taunts echoing in my lace. ‘Hope you’re ready to absorb everything I’ve got, babe. Sweat, stink, and whatever else comes your way.’ She laughed, low and menacing, patting her toned ass as if daring me to complain. Little did she know—or maybe she did—that the mayo was bad. Real bad.
By the time we hit her 5km run, I was already drenched, clinging to her dripping skin, soaking up every bead of sweat rolling down her curves. Her odor was sharp, musky, and unrelenting, but that was nothing compared to the storm brewing in her gut. Halfway through the run, her stomach growled like a beast, and then—oh, hell—it hit. A wet, rumbling blast that shoved me deeper into her ass, the damp heat soaking through my fabric. ‘Oops,’ she chuckled, not slowing her pace one bit. ‘Guess you’re getting the full experience now. Better hold tight.’
I was suffocating, wedged in her crack, absorbing every vile scent and slick mess as she powered through. Her taunts didn’t stop either. ‘You’re doing your job, aren’t you? Taking it all in like a champ. Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from.’ My lace was screaming, stretched to its limit, but Jennifer? She was reveling in it, her confidence unshakable, her dominance absolute.
We got back to her place, and I thought—prayed—for a reprieve. No such luck. She bolted to the bathroom, barely making it, and I was still there, trapped, absorbing the aftermath. No shower, either. ‘No time for that, thong,’ she snapped, slapping on her work clothes over me. ‘You’re stuck with me for the next 24 hours. Better get used to being my filthy little secret.’
Nine hours later, after a day of her letting loose—wet, relentless bursts that I had no choice but to soak up—and six bathroom trips that did nothing to ease my suffering, she swapped into gym gear. Still no mercy for me. I was plastered to her, drenched and heavy, as she prepped for leg day. Squats. Endless squats. Each one drove me deeper, her hard, muscular ass grinding me into submission. ‘Feel that?’ she teased, her voice husky with exertion. ‘I love how you ride up when I’m working this hard. Makes me so damn horny.’
Her pre-workout caffeine hit, and her stomach rebelled again, wet farts ripping through me as she powered through her sets, panting and sweating buckets. I was drowning in her heat, her scent, her everything. And just when I thought the day couldn’t get worse, we got home. I braced for relief, but Jennifer had other plans. ‘Not done with you yet,’ she murmured, slipping a bullet vibrator into place, right against me. Her fingers lingered, teasing herself through my soaked fabric. ‘Let’s see how much more you can take, huh? I’m so fucking wet, and you’re gonna feel every second of it.’
Her breath hitched, her body trembling as she turned on the toy, the vibrations rocking through us both. I could feel her getting closer, her dirty talk sharper, her control unbreakable. ‘That’s it, thong. Take it all. Every drip, every fucking shudder…’ Her words trailed off into a moan, and I knew I was in for an explosive finish—one I’d have to absorb, just like everything else.
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