Sexy Thong

by Victoria S Ecrette

"Mmmmmmmmmm," moaned Thalia, tossing her head back in pleasure.

Her lover grinned as his lips continued their path down her neck.

"Oooooooooooh!!" Thalia cried out, as his lips moved down to the hardened tips of her breasts, bold and inviting as they jutted out of her large, buxom chest.

"OH MY GOD!!" she screamed, clutching at his back and digging her nails into his skin, drawing blood, as his mouth went lower, lower, lower ... straight to the erotic ambrosia between her thighs.

Then she swallowed. "Damn, that was some good chocolate!" she exclaimed, licking her lips and hopping up, naked, from her lover's embrace. She stretched. "Well, I guess I'll see you again next week," she told him, nonchalantly putting on her clothes even as he glared at her, angrily. She gave him a no-nonsense kind of look. "But only if you bring me more chocolate!" she told him, and then, slinging her purse over her shoulder, she sauntered off, whistling.

"Damn that Thalia!" cursed her erstwhile lover, Antonio. "I give her my heart, my soul, and even my body, and this is how she treats me! She gets more pleasure from a piece of chocolate than from my lips, my hands, my beautifully proportioned and sculpted penis! Well, I will not allow this to happen! I will find some way to MAKE her love me! And then we shall see who has the last laugh!" He moaned. "Oh, my sweet Thalia ... you will fall in love with me, and I will be your lover, in every sense of the word! I swear it!"

Hours later, Antonio prowled the racks at Victoria's Secret, looking for something, anything, that might make Thalia, with her sweet, luscious, bootylicious body, love him.

He covertly eyed some men, dressed in all black, who carried into a backroom a box that they seemed to be attempting to hide from prying eyes. What could it be? Antonio wondered.

He decided to find out.

He sauntered over to the counter, and flashed his drop-dead-gorgeous smile at the sales lady on duty. She gave him her sexiest look back, and winked. Then, she whispered, "not while I'm on duty; I get off in half an hour," and then she winked again.

"Actually," he drawled, in that sexy accent of his that made all the chicas swoon, "I have a question for you--about your stock. Do you happen to have any items of lingerie that, oh, say, would make someone fall in love with someone?"

The flirtatious look on the sales lady's face vanished. It was quickly replaced by a nervous, shifty look. She glanced over her shoulder, towards the back room where the men with the box had disappeared, and then back to Antonio. She shook her head, and pasted on a smile. "No, we have nothing of that sort here! Not at all."

"Are you sure?" he purred seductively, reaching his hand down behind the counter and slipping it inside her thong.

She shuddered with ecstacy. "Yes," she moaned, moving herself against his hand as she came, "Yes, I'm sure!"

"Oh, I'm not so sure I believe you," he told her, pretending to withdraw his hand from where it was nestled against her.

"No!" she cried, pulling his hand back. "No, don't go! I'll tell you anything. Everything. Anything you want to know, including my phone number!"

He chuckled, as his fingers did naughty things to her. "Well now, let's start with that box, that's in the back room."

"Wh-what box?" she asked warily, still shuddering with blissful ecstacy.

He sighed and began to remove his hand once again. "I thought you were going to be honest."

"No, wait!" she cried, pulling his hand back to her once more. "No, I'll tell you the truth. The box ... it's a secret. And so is the back room. Inside is contained ... the most valuable thong in history!"

"Why is it the most valuable thong in history?" he queried.

"Because ... because it is the sexiest thong ever! It makes the giver fall in love with the receiver ... and the receiver fall in love with the giver! Because it is the sexiest thong to ever be made! If you give it to a woman, she will instantly fall in love with you!"

"Then if it's so great, why is it being kept a secret?"

"Because there are men, powerful men, who want to keep its power all to themselves! But you must stop them! You must steal the thongs, and then give on to me, and I will be your willing love slave and wear it--and nothing but--for you, EVERY SINGLE NIGHT FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES AS WE MAKE LOVE UNDER THE FULL MOON AND YOU KNOCK ME UP LIKE A BITCH!!!"

Antonio laughed. "Sorry, babe, but I've got another bitch waiting for me back home!" He deftly withdrew his hand and ran to the back room.

Peeking inside, he saw, in the center of the room, a pedestal.

And upon that pedestal, a light shone.

The light shone upon the sexiest thong he had ever seen in his life.

It was beautiful. All gold and silver and red and purple and blue--all roled up into one, plus all the colors of the rainbow, and more besides! It glittered, shimmered, sparkled, and more. It drew him, like a moth to a flame, and he was helpless to resist it's wicked pull.

He walked over to it, and stared at it's glorious beauty. The most beautiful, sexiest thong ever created for a mortal to look upon. And with this ... with this, Thalia would finally love him!

He reached out, and touched it, but then recoiled and withdrew his hand. It was ... sweaty?

"That's right, it's sweaty," came a voice from behind him.

Antonio whirled around, as he heard the door to the back room slam in a horrifying sense of finality.

Behind him stood a man. A short man, balding on top, with an awful combover of his white hair. He was wearing a hat, a large hat, with a wide brim. And he was short, and fat, and kinda pudgy, too. He held in his left hand a cane. But it was no ordinary cane; it was a magick cane. A magical, sado-masochistic cane. Just looking at it made Antonio tingle and harden, against his will.

"You see, that is the one drawback; not only is it the sexiest thong ever, but it is also the sweatiest."

"But ... but why is it sweaty?" asked Antonio, incredibly confused by this odd turn of events.

The short man unzipped his pants, and let them fall away, to the floor. He wore nothing beneath them. "Because," replied the short man, a wicked gleam in his eye, "it is the most used thong of all time!"

He reached Antonio, and turned him around and bent him over. Then, he entered him, and they both shuddered with ecstasy.

Antonio moaned as the man rubbed his bare, baby-smooth bottom. The man gave deep throated growls of lust as he clutched at Antonio's member from behind, while moving his own within him. The man ripped off Antonio's clothes, and rubbed his unshaven face all over his lusciously muscled and smooth back, and his bare, inviting bottom. Antonio couldn't help but move his bare buttocks against the man's member, in great pleasure. He could almost feel himself, with this man's hand on his own member ... and he was falling ... deeply ... oh, dear God, so deeply ... in love with this man.

What is this? Antonio wondered, I thought I was in love with Thalia. But this man ...

And then he looked up and saw the thong. So this is the power of the thong. It can make you fall in love with anyone when it is near. A very dangerous power indeed.

As the man, sated with pleasure, withdrew himself from Antonio's behind, the younger man quickly put his newly formed plan to action. He grabbed the thong--despite the sweat that clung to his fingers like glue, and ran like mad from the back room, though the store, and out, into the mall. It was only then that he realized he had no pants on, as the older, shorter man had removed them.

Blushing with embarrassment, Antonio returned home, in order to set up his seduction of the woman who would fall in love with him--Thalia!

Thalia arrived at her lover's house late, as usual.

She yawned, and flopped down on his sofa as she began to casually undress herself.

"Antonio, are you in there?" she called in the general direction of the bedroom.

"I will be there in just a minute!" he called back, as she continued to undress.

After sliding off her thong and placing it on top of her pile of clothes, she skipped into the bedroom, naked.

"Where's the chocolate?!" she demanded. And then she stopped skipping in mid stride--which caused her to fall down on her face, and then pick herself up, so that she could stand up and stare in awe at the spectacle before her.

On the bed lay mounds and mounds, piles and piles of chocolate!!

It was beautiful. Chocolate everywhere ... and ice cream, too. Chocolate ice cream. And hot fudge syrup. Yum, yum!

Thalia couldn't wait; her loins were absolutely burning with anticipation!

So she leapt onto the bed, amidst the pile of chocolate, and began to roll around in it joyfully, pleasurefully, having orgasm after orgasm.

Antonio stood there, beside the bed, watching her, and waiting.

Thalia giggled as she licked at the chocolate that now covered her body. Then, she felt something. She looked down and, beneath the chocolate, in a plain brown wrapping, lay the thong. She opened the wrapping and opened it and saw the thong, and her heart stopped. So did Antonio's.

She took it reverently, and examined it, her eyes glowing. Then, she stood up on the bed, and slipped it first over one leg, then the other. And then she pulled it up.

It was a perfect fit. The perfect thong for the perfect woman, Antonio thought, his eyes and body glowing.

Then she turned towards him, with love in her eyes. "Oh, Antonio," she whispered, holding out her arms to him. He ran into them, and they embraced. And he moved aside her thong, and they made love.

Afterwards, Thalia decided that all that chocolate shouldn't go to waste. So she draped it over the both of them. She covered her lover, and herself, in chocolate ice cream, and she licked it off of his belly. Then, she topped him off with chocolate syrup, and licked that off, too. Then, she had a hankering for a chocolate covered popsicle--and he was the answer to ALL of her prayers in that arena, giving her the BIGGEST popsicle she had ever consumed!

And afterwards, they made love again and again, as she wore the thong.

Afterwards, Thalia sighed. "Oh, Antonio, today has been the best day of my life!" She kissed him. "Thank you for this."

"It was no problem," he replied, "I love you. And you now have the sexiest, sweatiest thong in the entire world! But remember this--you will always be MY thong!"

"Oh, Antonio!" she cried, kissing him and moving her thong aside for him, "Oh Antonio, yes, yes, YES! I will be your thong--FOREVER!!"