I had experienced the strongest orgasm of my young life, and I hadn't even seen my fantasy lover's face! I kept watching as the boy finished his showe... and walked away from the peephole. His ass was tight, with no fat showing anywhere. 'Turn, ' I broadcasted my thoughts at him. 'Turn!'He toweled his hair dry and finally turned enough so I could see his face. I gasped. It was Avery, my big brother!But you knew that already, didn't you? If the title of this story wasn't enough, the preamble. " "Nude, always nude," Debbie answered. "What size?" "Uh, size B," she replied. "Crotchless?" Even though she was alone and only speaking on the phone Debbie felt a little color rising in her cheeks but she collected herself and reply firmly, "No, the full paneled kind!" "Hmmmm," Miranda hummed, "that's interesting." Really, why is that?" Debbie asked. "Well," Miranda replied gently, "more than sixty percent of the women go for the crotchless model." "Don't you find it a bother to have to tug. Differently to being spanked.Me: Not just to being spanked. It was, well, everything.Interviewer: Like?Me: For example, when I got thumped, I remember repeatedly thumping myself. When my mom smacked my mouth, I remember smacking my own mouth after, over and over again.Interviewer: So, why do you think you did that? What caused you to want to do that?Me: Caused it? I don't think anything caused it. It just seemed I was...different. I was wired to enjoy it, or something.Interviewer: That can't be. But Ididn't have much time to enjoy my dress before the voice came again. Butthis time it was a voice I could hear, a voice filled with warmth andstrength."Come along, young lady," the voice said.I turned in the direction the voice came from and waded through theclothes until I came out onto a wide dirt path in the middle of a denseforest. Standing there in the middle of the path, looking bothterrifying and beautiful, was a giant lion!"A-Aslan?" I asked, barely able to get my voice above a.