It was the impatience of the way he tore my panties from my body, that really turned me on: I was all he could think of, as his lust got the better of him.

I glanced back, and saw the underwear torn and discarded, a little strip of thin black material on the floor, and thought, Yes, this is the kind of impatient sex I’m looking for.

The way they looked so small, and cruelly forgotten, was a beautiful symbol of how much we both needed to satisfy our lusts.

Fiona Thrust