It All Started With A Thong: Becoming Jessica Book 1

One night after a romantic meal during which I've been staring down Molly's top, she has a life-changing idea: I should wear her thong.

What follows is a gradual exploration of this new dynamic, with Molly taking control and revealing my true fantasies to me.

- "Do you like my new lingerie?" she asked, her eyes twinkling as she slowly undid the zip on the side of her skirt. "I bought it especially for tonight."

- "I want you to wear the thong," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. What was I doing? This was weird. Guys don't wear thongs. Molly sensed my hesitation and gently guided me.

- Her voice echoed in my head: "Stuff it in your mouth. You look so good with my thong in your mouth... I want you to wear it."

- As the conversation continued, my phone buzzed again. You're doing great. But don't forget who's in control here. Molly's message read.

- As she stood, I noticed a couple of damp patches on her top, evidence of what we'd just done. "Molly, your top..." I began, but she cut me off with a smile.