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I remember the first time he saw me. They had just kissed and he had violently pulled himself back from her fevered attack. He was breathing deeply, eyes open but blazing out of control, clenched to the wall as if he would fall if he gave in for a moment. I could tell how much he wanted her and I could definitely tell how she was craving his touch. It was electrifying. 
 
As he had pushed her back, her legs of their own accord spread as if in silent invitation and I, her cold worn gray panty was center stage. I could see the look of pure desire emanating from his face. I too was in love. I’d been hearing his voice for the past months and seeing her reaction to his closeness. I knew she was in love even before she did, but now, now I could understand why. He was magnificent... A man...yet, not a man...something more. 
 
In an instant I felt a longing to have his jeans brush against my fabric. He glanced down and I could feel his gaze burning and I knew I would not be feeling his touch. He could not be that close, that intimate without being pushed over the edge of ones limits of control. Neither he or she or I would have the willpower to curb the most basic of instincts. Yet, he continues to stare, his eyes lingering on my threadbare lining. I could tell he was t hinking how stunning she looked despite the battered old panty. 
 
There was something in his gaze that hinted at the desire to see her in something more delicate, more fine, but I could also tell that he loved us both just as we were. 
 
He then left he room so swiftly that I wasn't sure that he heard her calling him back...but, of course he had..."Give me a moment". He spoke with a rasp that gave away his hunger. 
 
Embarrassed, she took the moment to quickly change cloths and I went from the warmth of her most private places to the cold wood of the floor. Such was the life of a panty. 
 
When he reemerged moments later, he noticed her change and noticed me lying across the floor. He bent down and ever so gently lifted me with a finger from my resting place. His skin was cold to the touch, yet warmed me in ways that I couldn't explain. His proximity had me drowning in delight. As I dangled from his finger, I heard him whisper. "We're going to have to do something about this". She could only reply. “I know". I was not afraid. In fact, I was thrilled. I would finally get some time off and some new fresh crisp panties to become friends with. Yes, I was in love. 
 
Sure enough, always true to his word, a few days later she received his first "herpantyclub.com" mailing. As always, he had found a way to take her breathe away and I must say mine too. 
 
She ran clumsily with the enveloped package up the stairs where she tore it open. I could hear her gasp. Though I couldn’t see what she saw and I could hear her reading the words he had written...finally she put down the letter and unbuckled her belt. I could feel the familiar tugging as she brought me and her jeans down past her hips and off onto the floor. That's when I got my fist look. I gasped.... 

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