Episode 3
Adventures in Pantyland

Panty to Brief

Garlemon is a man I like to dream about. He's got a masculinity that emanates from his skin. And it draws me in. But his looks are delicate and his manner true to his animal instincts are yet gentle. He always follows my lead. But then as the dreamer one would expect that!

Now, here in my back woods I forget how to lead. I barely find myself at all. I feel jumpy and trapped.

"Do you realize who you are?" I ask.

Garlemon guffaws, which annoys me. Doesn't he know he doesnt belong here?

"I'm yours," he says and gets off me, (thank goodness) stands up, and bows.

Ok, I kind of get a jolt of the familiar I like this between my legs but I hide it well I think.

Control is everything to me at this moment.

"Maybe, you are mine…" I say, blushing as I claim him, "but how did you come to be here?"

He guffaws again, and I have a flashback of him and his merriment in my dream last night. I liked his laugh then, confident and full of life.

Now…well, now I suspect him of something.

"Are you laughing at me?" I say it flat out.

"Of course not my love," another flush ripples over me, words are so damn powerful! "I'm just enjoying every moment of making your dreams come true!"

Jesus, what is this, a sappy soap opera script? My sarcasm serves as a great hiding place. It's the first moment of confidence I've had since opening the door. "You really know how to ham it up." I kind of sneer.

A look of concern wrinkles his perfect brow. And I pang, guilty of mocking my dream boat. But what's a girl to do when Mr. Perfect Fit walks out of your subconscious into the real, make ends meet, bad breath in the morning, world?

"I'm sorry," Garlemon saying his name makes me choke.

He lifts me off the leaves and hugs me. Skin to skin. Panty to brief.

Some things work in dreams and reality. His smell overwhelms me like too much of the sweetest musk.

I hold my breath and feel his heart beating, his hesitant wanting of me growing less controlled as the minutes pass.