It was a chilly wednesday night. Josh had his window cracked and a small gust of wind hummed through the screen.  He looked so fragile laying there, lifeless as I stood at the end of his bed.  I had done this for quite some time as it had become a fetish of mine, an obsession.  I would impatiently wait for the sun to fall so I could stand in silence, and listen to his soft breathing.  This night was different than all the others though.  I noticed a red lace hiding behind, what appeared to be, an etnies bag.  I elegantly tip toed to the bag, and slowly tugged on the piece of cloth.  I lifted it, only to find it was a pair of female panties.  They wreaked of sex and my heart dropped, as I knew this would make fulfilling my fantasies so much harder.  Josh moved his arm over his firm chest, and I knew it was time to go.  I threw the piece of clothing in my pocket, pranced out of the room, and down the cold tile hallway.  I had learned a technique so that my skin lifting off the hard tile didn't make a sound.  This was my second week of towering over him, and he had no idea.  I felt so powerful, like I was in control as I stood over his, what seemed to be, lifeless body.  When I got to the kitchen I grabbed a lighter from the drawer.  It was a cheap lighter I had purchased at walmart a while back, but it worked none the less.  I quickly went out back and pulled the panties out of my pocket and held the flame to them.  The lace ignited quite fast and I stood there on the cold concrete, jerking faster and faster.  The hotter the flames became, the more intense my session was.  I finally let out a groan, and the shower of white sizzled as it hit the firey pit.  It was at this point...that I became victorias secret.