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Lacism.

I’ve always wanted to show up at my man’s house in nothing but a trench coat, black lingerie (or red depending on him), nude thigh highs, and Louboutins with Paxti’s in one hand and an ice cold 6-pack in the other. My only concern is whoever I’m with will probably want the beer and pizza before they want to ravage me. 

I’ve come to realize that with the exception of a failed Valentine’s attempt over five years ago, I have never worn lingerie for anyone. I’ve danced half naked on top of a box and inside a cage for complete strangers, and posed in nothing but a fishnet bodysuit for fliers. Yet, I’ve never slipped on something intimate for someone I’m intimate with.

Believe me, I’ve thought about it. I just haven’t found anyone deserving of it.

In no way am I saying that seeing me in lingerie is God’s gift to man (quite far from it). It’s just that. Well. I’ve never done it before, and believe that if I’m going to dress up (or down) for someone for the first time, it should be for someone who loves and appreciates me in sweats and a t-shirt. I know wearing lingerie isn’t a big deal to some people, but I’m not going to do “girlfriend” things for someone that only looks at me like a friend that’s a girl.

*Sigh* I guess I’ll be vacuuming in lace and Loubs for a while.


#lace #lingerie #louboutins #rihanna

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