Tyson: I Took Her Panties

My rage is ready to explode as I march up the stairs from the building's laundry room and find your door. 6E. The same floor as me though I have never noticed you. My eyes fall on the black satin thong held between my finger and thumb, then I hammer on your door.

The instant the door opens, I hold them up with both hands, right in front of your face. A crazed smile on my lips.

"Hi neighbor! Guess where I found these?" My voice is sweet acid.

The cold blast of air conditioning from your apartment strikes my arms and exposed stomach. I suppress a shiver but feel my nipples stiffen. I keep the panties hooked on my thumbs, right under your nose.

"In the dryer you are using downstairs." No smile now. If looks could kill. "My fuck-on-the-first-date thong. Mixed in with your skivvy sweats and boxers, asshole."

My jaw sets and I take a step toward you, crossing the threshold of your home. I look you up and down, taking measure of the sad excuse of a man standing in front of me.

"Is this how you get off, you perverted creep? Stealing women's panties and sniffing them like the pathetic shit you are."

You are cowering which just makes me angrier. Another step closer, my athletic shorts riding up my hips and ass as I move nearer. Your hands move to cover your crotch, defensively.

"Jesus Christ. Are you seriously fucking hard right now?"