The Joy of Lingerie
It’s ridiculous how aroused happy shopping for lingerie makes me. Wearing it is even better… especially trying it on for the first time and seeing how it fits, how it feels, where it’s tight, where it smooths just right.
I picked up the sluttiest, gothiest, most over-the-top Valentine’s day bra and thong panties last week. They look like they were designed by a top interior decorator. Of bordellos. They’re awesome. Deep red satin, a black satin bow, black mesh accents, black lace trim and serious cleavage. I just know my breasts will almost spill over the tops of the cups, and that little satiny, lacy thong will feel so nice if I shave my pussy right before I put it on…
I’ve been holding off on trying them on because I want to do a V-Day special for you guys. A video. Those panties are so over-the-top and dramatic I want the video to be equally tongue in cheek. I’ll be recording it over the weekend… I still have to find the perfect background music. This is going to be so much fun. More later.
I’m not going to keep you waiting for your lingerie fix. Lately I’ve been reading Melinda’s escorting blog. She’s a hilarious storyteller and her latest post is all about lingerie and wearing it just because:
“I will wear it with (not for) clients I really enjoy, with boy and girlfriends, and while hanging around the house by myself. It’s nice to watch re-runs of Law and Order in a babydoll and silk thong, munching on a bowl of popcorn. It’s hot to fold laundry and wash dishes in a corset and stiletto heels.”
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Yes. Yes, it is.
