Three Weeks!

Valkommen Readers! If you read my post yesterday, then it's probably no big surprise, but today marks three weeks since my last cumming. Twenty one days folks! How much longer will this go on?

In other news, guess who was a BAD boy recently? OK, that was too easy, yeah yours truly. I was at a friend's place having supper the other night. After dinner, I found out that his room mate's dog was in one of the spare rooms of the apartment, penned up. I'm a sucker for animals, so I went in to give the dog some pats on the head and closed the door behind me so he wouldn't get out. He was pretty happy to see a friendly face. Anyway, while I was petting the dog, I noticed right there next to me was a laundry basket. Oh boy, the curiousity got the best of me. I could see what looked like a thin wasitband in one corner. Could it be? I listened to make sure no one was coming and quickly leaned over to get a better look. My eyes did not deceive me, it was indeed a pair of thong panties. Again I listened to see if the coast was clear, then feeling somewhat safe, I reached over and took the panties out. Stretchy cotton Victoria's Secret thongs, the "Pink" line to be exact. Not my favorite, but heck, beggars can't be choosers right?! Anyway, I carefully went hamper diving and found no less than five pairs of panties. Four were of the pink line, but one was an "Angels" line nylon panty. It was exquisite, floral piping ran up the front panel, the waist and leg openings had no thick line of elastic, the material simply ended there with a very thin stitching. They were like a delicate lavender colored flower. I brought them to my nose and enjoyed the faint scent, a mixture of perfume and pussy, mmm. I had to be careful as the door was not locked and the floors are carpeted, so someone could easily enter the room at any moment. I nervously stuffed the panties into my pocket. Not all of them, just the Angels one, the others I had carefully placed back into the hamper. Oh how I wanted those panties. I thought about taking them, then put them back. Then I put them back in my pocket. Then I put them back. Three maybe four times this happened. The owner of the panties is a statuesque Asian beauty, five feet ten inches tall, slender with perky tits and ass. The lips of her mouth pout so perfectly, seemingly made for the act of kissing and more. You can imagine my dilema, what does a panty addicted perv like myself do in such a situation? Especially with my mind not in it's clearest state right now (no doubt due to the overflowing trapped sperm swimming up into my cranium). The dog watched as the panties went back and forth from the hamper. Alas, in the hamper is where they stayed. Do the right thing, I told myself, inhaling her scent one last time before dropping her heavenly soft silky panties back in the basket.