After an exhausting day at work, I return to my rental. At the door, I see a new delivery. The courier sheet reads: home furnishings. A flicker of anticipation grows in me, and I rush to take it back to my room.
These are my new clothes, the reward I gave myself for living, and my sexy lingerie.
Turning on the air conditioning and removing my thick coat, I put on my light underwear. This time I bought a sailor suit with a cute sailor’s knot playfully raised and a short top that left half my breasts hidden. Underneath the short skirt were black stockings, revealing a sliver of thigh.
This outfit made me feel like I was back in school, becoming youthful and invincible again. I posed in front of the mirror. I was really proud of my dimpled body. From the physical point of view alone, if I were a man, I would have fallen in love with myself, I thought to myself secretly.
Unfortunately, I’m 28 years old, so I can’t blatantly wear JK or act cute with impunity. But compared to JK, Lolita, adult, I preferred sexy lingerie. In front of the mirror, I admire my beauty, bold and spirited. Besides, there are many kinds of sexy lingerie, sometimes sexy, sometimes cute, sometimes domineering. Sexy lingerie is the fun I give to my life. When I open my closet, the corner of the closet is my most private place.
Sorry, I don’t have a boyfriend yet.
I’ve always thought that it’s not a big deal to have your little fetish without disturbing others. I also don’t like to go out in regular clothes outside of my fetish, like in some H-porn novels. I want to pose in front of my side of the mirror, mimicking female porn stars, a form of narcissism, if you will, and I do get pleasure out of it.
Just once, my roommate approached me to borrow a suit. “Sister Wang, are you keeping that suit?” She opened the closet before I could respond. My private world was instantly exposed to the world.
For an instant, faces looked at each other; she looked at me, and I looked at her back at the bunny suit. It was one of my favorite pieces.
“This …… Sister Wang has a date ah, good good good.” She smiled awkwardly.
I don’t know why sexy lingerie is always associated with men, just like I see many sexy lingerie stores underneath the comments always have that one, “It’s very sexy to wear, my husband loves it.”
“Sorry, I don’t have a boyfriend yet.” I replied stiffly.
The little girl, three years younger than me, looked surprised, like a newborn, seeing a monster with that ignorant and fearful expression.
Almost thirty-year-old single woman, half a closet of sexy lingerie, these few extremely eye-catching words can make people brainstorm countless charming and despondent scenes.
“Sorry, sorry.” She apologized and backed away, forgetting to reach for the blazer.
It’s just a piece of clothing, not a slut symbol.
Later in life, I had a boyfriend, but of course, I had been in a relationship before and wasn’t really the kind of spinster who could only YA herself. Three months into the relationship, we went to bed. He was a thrill-seeker, and I wasn’t surprised when he suggested that he wanted me to wear sexy lingerie. I naturally told him which lingerie was good quality and had new styles.
“You’re so knowledgeable oh.”
“I usually wear it a lot.” I wasn’t going to hide this; at that time, I felt I was old enough to be open and honest if I wanted to go on with him properly.
“I just think sexy lingerie is pretty ah, and it shows off your body.” I explained.
But he still had a stern look, and it wasn’t long before we split up.
He said, “I think you’ve dated quite a few times.”
When I put on the sexy lingerie at his request, I was an incredibly innocent woman.
When I put on sexy lingerie for myself, he called me a slut.
I’m baffled, and the mistrust is the root of the problem, not the dress.
Hey, I think you’re beautiful.
I’ve always been confident about my body because I habitually keep fit. After breaking up with my ex-boyfriend, I met my current husband. He is a programmer, gentle and considerate. The first time we slept together, I said.
“I wear sexy lingerie for you to look good?” His face turned red, and he even turned his back when I changed my clothes, which he said was to show his respect for me. I changed and stood in front of him, jittery. It was the first time I had ever worn sexy lingerie in front of a man.
“Well?” My voice was as small as a mosquito.
“I think you’re beautiful.” When he said that, he kissed me very gently and softly, and right then, I decided that I wanted to sleep with him for the rest of my life.
We would pick out sexy lingerie together, just like we would pick out a standard piece of clothing. It wasn’t my exclusive secret anymore; we were symbiotic and honest. But once in a while, I would put on a piece of sexy lingerie to see if my body was still holding up that well; I was forever young and beautiful, surrounded by lace and black silk.
I hope every girl appreciates her body and finds the one who is willing to trust her and watch her blossom into perfection.