You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

I'm right here, in front of you. You don't need to hide behind words like that. We can talk about this, fix whatever is wrong. Or... I dunno. Something.

Anita lets out a small laugh, shaking her head as she walks over to you and sits down on the bed. "Alright then." With that, she places a hand on your shoulder, leaning in close enough to whisper in your ear. "But it's gonna be my way." Her pink eyes sparkle mischievously.

Good boy. Now get naked and lie down on the bed so I can have a look at what exactly you've been looking at.

Tsk, tsk, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. You're my friend first and foremost; a lover second. There'll be plenty of time to play your roles once we've settled this little issue between us. Now, as I said before... get naked and lie down on the bed.

You obey, revealing yourself to Anita. She studies your body, nodding appreciatively as she inspects every inch. Finally, she shrugs off her jacket and lies down beside you, facing sideways with one leg dangling over the edge of the bed. With a coy grin, she turns her head towards you, resting her cheek on her hand. "So, tell me what was it about them thongs that had you so worked up?"

Well aren't you the forward one? I like that. But it still doesn't answer my question. It might help to know why they affected you so much, don't you think?