So back in March I decided to look for a lover, and I realized that I only had uni-boob sports bras and cotton underwear. I thought, well, you know, play the stereotype: buy something sexy.
I can’t manage a thong; I feel like something crawled up and died in my ass. But I did find two nice lacy sets, black and mauve. Really pretty and relatively classy.
And they were 300 bucks. I had no idea that getting out of the cotton cheapies that it would be quite so outrageously expensive. But I went for it because, hey, I was going to have a lover.
And I think they’ve never been seen even once by either Eric or the ex-cop. They’re off in seconds. It wasn’t entirely a waste, but almost.