This woman shone sumptuously, beautiful and young, glowing in innocence like the the first hint of dew on a spring tulip’s blossom. She gently, almost thoughtlessly, pressed the white lace of her panties down over her soft hips and in a pause embraced her cream thighs with a band of thin cloth. I fell to my knees, losing control in the instant. She drew the lace garment past her delicate ankles and tossed the wisp of cloth carelessly into the thick patch of grass which lightly embraced her.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov