Poppy's Secret Confession {Wild Steamy Diary}
And above each bed, pinned to the wall in neat rows, were panties; dozens of them, lace and cotton and thongs, some with little notes or dates.
I knew that mine would be hanging there before the night ended. These guys had it going on. They knew how to make a girl feel like she was entering a private hunt. Jen and I each went to bed with our guys and started making out again. I glanced at her and what she was doing, and the guys were doing the same; watching each other, feeding off the energy. What a turn-on. The clothing came off fast after that, shirts, skirts, jeans hitting the floor. I was down to my bikini panties, soaked through.