After a long day’s work, I returned to the rental house. Saw the new delivery at the door. The delivery note said: Household goods. With a faint anticipation, I hurried it back to my room.
This is my new outfit, my reward for life, my sexy underwear.
I like to wear sexy underwear to please myself
I turn on the air conditioner, take off my thick coat, and put on my skimpy underwear. This time I bought a sailor suit with cute sailor knots raised playfully, a short top with half of my chest looming over me. Under the skirt were black stockings. Showing a piece of thigh.
This outfit makes me feel like I’m back in school, and I’m my old, youthful self again. I pose in front of the mirror, I am really proud of my body, concave and convex, just from the physical, if I were a man, I would fall in love with myself. I thought to myself.
Unfortunately, I’m 28 years old, and I can’t wear JK, and I can’t be cute. But compared to JK, Lolita, I prefer sexy underwear as an adult. In front of the mirror, I enjoy my own beauty, bold and unrestrained, and there are many kinds of sexy underwear, sometimes sexy, sometimes cute, sometimes domineering. Sexy underwear is my interest to life, open the closet, the corner of the closet is my most private world.
|| Sorry, I don’t have a boyfriend yet
I’ve always thought it’s no big deal to have your own little quirks without disturbing others. I also did not like some of the H color novels, like to wear fun outside wearing normal clothes to go out. I just like to imitate female actresses in front of their own mirror in a variety of poses, can be said to be a kind of narcissism, and I really get pleasure from it.
Only one time, my roommate asked me to borrow a suit. “Sister Wang, do you keep that suit?” She opened the wardrobe before I knew it. My private world was suddenly exposed to the world.
In an instant, looking at each other, she looked at me and I looked at the bunny suit behind her. That’s my favorite one.
“This… Sister Wang has a partner, good thing.” She laughed awkwardly.
I don’t know why sex underwear is always associated with men, just like I see many sex shops below the evaluation there will always be one, “Put on very sexy, the husband likes it.”
“Sorry, I don’t have a boyfriend yet.” I replied stiffly.
The surprise on the face of the little girl, who was three years younger than me, was like the ignorant and frightened expression of a newborn baby at the sight of a monster.
A single woman in her late 30s, half a wardrobe of sexy underwear, these very eye-catching words can make people imagine countless charming and lonely scenes.
“Excuse me, excuse me.” She apologized and backed away, even forgetting the suit jacket.
|| It’s just a dress and not a slut sign
Later I had a boyfriend, of course, I also talked about love before, not really the kind of spinster who can only YY. Three months into our relationship, we had sex. He’s a thrill seeker, and I wasn’t surprised when he asked me to wear sexy underwear. I naturally talked to him about which underwear was of good quality and which style was new.
“You understand so well.”
“I wear them all the time.” I was not going to hide this, at that time I felt that I was big, and if I wanted to have a good relationship with him, I had to be open and honest.
“I just think sexy underwear looks good and shows off your body.” I explained.
But his face was still ugly, and before long, we broke up.
He said, “I think you’ve dated a lot.”
When I put on sexy underwear at his request, I was an incredibly pure woman.
When I put on sexy underwear for myself, he called me a slut.
I’m scratching my head, and I think the distrust is the problem, not the dress.
|| Hey, I think you’re beautiful
I always feel confident about my body because I have a habit of keeping fit. I met my husband after I broke up with my ex. He was a programmer, gentle and caring. The first time we slept together, I said.
“Shall I wear sexy underwear to show you?” “His face turned red and he even turned his back while I was changing, which he said was a sign of respect. After I had changed, I stood nervously in front of him. This is the first time I’ve ever worn lingerie in front of a man.
“Well? “My voice is as quiet as a mosquito.
“I think you’re beautiful. “Then he kissed me, very gently, and I decided that I wanted to sleep with him for the rest of my life.”
We’d pick out sexy underwear together, just like we’d pick out a normal piece of clothing. It’s not my secret anymore. We’re symbiotic and honest. But occasionally I will put on a sexy underwear, to see if my body can keep so good, I am surrounded by lace and black silk, forever young and beautiful.
I hope every girl can appreciate her own body and find someone who is willing to trust you and see you blossom perfectly.