Nothing is prettier than purple in November
November is here, and I’m ready for it with a story that’s all about purple, which is a very warm color, and that is exactly what you need in November – warmth. “PRETTY YOUNG THING IN PRETTY PURPLE SATIN” is sure to keep you warm but only as long as you read it.
How I got the idea for the story:
This is the first satin-inspired story that I’ve ever written back in 2016. This kicked off my satin delight series! I had just started modeling the satin panties from Katie and Laura and that’s when I found that there are men who love satin underwear, and after some research and messaging back and forth on Tumblr and Twitter with some of my followers, I decided to write a story about a man who bought his first pair of satin panties, and what happened to those panties nineteen years later.
Here’s the blurb:
“Pretty Young Thing in Pretty Purple Satin” is a satin delight story.
Jake Splinter sees a beauty from the past, Bridget. She’s the one that got away. But when he chases her down, he discovers it’s not Bridget but her daughter, Scarlet, and where Bridget was innocence and chastity, Scarlet is wicked.
“Then get down on your knees,” Scarlet orders.
Jake falls to his knees, and he looks up at her for approval.
“That’s very good, Jake,” she says. “Now come over here and have a look.”
He crawls across the coffee shop’s bathroom floor until he’s face-to-crotch with the smooth, shiny satin.
“Do you recognize them?” she asks.
The panties are purple like a plum, and there’s a tiny bow on the waistband.
“Yes, I do,” he stammers.
“Are you sure? Maybe you need to get closer and feel them to make absolutely certain.”
He swallows and starts to reach out, but she slaps his hand.
“Nuh uh,” she says, waggling her finger at him in rebuke. “No hands.”
He looks up at her. She’s smiling her wicked smile. He looks down at the panties and leans closer until the tip of his nose is rubbing on the smooth satin. She puts her hand on the back of his head and thrusts her crotch at him, pushing his face between her legs.
“These are the panties you bought for my mother,” she says. “I took them right out of the package. Can you smell them?”
And wicked girls always get what they want.
Warning: ‘Pretty Young Thing In Pretty Purple Satin’ is intended for a mature audience who can handle depictions of explicit sex involving a young woman who knows what she wants and an older man who loves the silky feel of satin on skin.
Here’ s the cover and where you can buy the story:
See you,
Misty
