Panty Diaries

I've clung to curves, hugged hips, and been tangled in moments too hot to forget. I've been slipped down slow in candlelight... and yanked off quick in backseats, hallways, and hotel rooms. I've felt hands-some gentle, some greedy-pull me aside like I was never meant to stay.

I've been crumpled under sheets, lost beneath couches, stuffed into purses in a rush of shame or satisfaction. I've been left behind more times than I can count-abandoned in strangers' homes with nothing but the scent of sin and silence hanging in the air.

But don't pity me. I don't break, I don't beg, and I never tell.

I've seen the secrets people whisper in the dark. Heard the lies they moan through gritted teeth. I've witnessed love... betrayal... obsession... and the kind of pleasure that turns saints into sinners.

You might not remember me-but I remember everything.

I never judge. I just listen. I watch. I know.

And if you're wondering who I am?

Baby, I'm just a pair of panties.