I used to love lingerie way back when, but at some point I lost interest. Not because I don’t think it’s pretty and sexy, but because somehow it just became… impractical and too expensive and hard to justify.
Which it is, really.
But still, it sounds (even to me) like a terrible shame.
We met at my gym. Me waiting impatiently. My First driving in from the airport.
We were both smiling as he walked in, a big hug hello, a kiss on the lips (did I go for the cheek? I can’t remember, but already I felt how soft his mouth was, how his touch lingered just a microsecond too long). A quick visual familiarisation, a reconciliation of ancient memory with the man in front of me.
I haven’t posted a picture of any fabulous heels in forever! Since moving to the beach, I can’t really justify frivolous heeled purchases because wearing them to the local surf club seems like overkill (to be clear I HAVE worn heels to the local surf club and it was totally overkill *smile*).
This pair was a generous gift from a very sweet submissive man on Twitter. They are a fabulous nude colour, with sky high heels, and delicate ankle straps.