Hey there guys~
Sorry I haven't updated in like...Forever (1 year+), I've been busy, really really busy-_-'

I watched PSG and I really really liked the anime it was so funny XD
Then my best friend, Heather, gave me the challenge of trying to make Panty sound somewhat 'innocent' and I've tried to do it in this story XD
I may make this into a continued series, but at the moment it's practically a one shot-_-'
Enjoy~!


Affection; I have often wondered, what exactly comes from that feeling? In this complicated world full of vanity and self-love, would it be that 'affection' is no longer a matter in the situation? I had never felt that feeling of affection- and I knew it.
But does it matter that I only seemingly enjoy feelings of lust in such a vain world? It remains a great and terrible wonder how no one has bothered to stop me. I learned, however, that men are all the same. Now, my reader, you may argue with me when I speak of this subject, but you and I both know that I'm correct. From sipping cheap bottles of wine in hotel bars, to flashy dates on the balcony of some man's studio apartment in the fast-moving city, they all want the same thing, although, some are better at hiding it than others. However, a lustful, maddening seductress such as me would lead these creatures on until I would literally blow their minds. That was the lustful echo, the chill of pleasure, the ecstasy I enjoyed most- an almost mind blowing experience any humane creature should experience once in their lifetime. I do not know if I'm normal; what exactly is normal anyway?
For my own safety, I choose to stay as my sexually proactive self, as I seemingly do not do anything of much worth other than the act of intercourse. It occurred to me that maybe 'settling down' would be a way forward, but, you see my reader, I'm scared of what life will bring to me in the nearby future. Countless no strings attached relationships haven't helped me much in my life, as the only feelings I've experienced are petty attraction and a raw craving of lust. I purged myself of my sinful cravings, at least to keep them under control. Naturally, men love women such as me; one's who have as much craving as themselves. I conceal this as best as I can, as I know that it is a sin to have so much raw craving for the sheer ecstasy embraced in the act.
Him; he; himself. Since I witnessed that handsome man, he's never escaped the walls of my mind since our first meeting. Why must you hide such beautiful eyes under a sea of locks?
Captivated, absolutely captivated, is this the feeling of affection I've been yearning for? The hundreds of men I've found myself having these pointless, pathetic affairs with I would exchange for just one night of passion, of commitment, of… love?