Be sure to cherish you lingerie. Don’t let her go to waste, for she was made to be adored!
There is always something I find totally sexy about new lingerie; it always gives me an extra pep in my step knowing that underneath my t-shirt in jeans, there’s only a thin layer of sexy keeping me constrained. I’ve always adored the luxury lingerie of Bordelle and Agent Provocateur; however, with the goal to not put a huge dent in my credit card, I sauntered my sexy ass over to Victoria’s Secret.
I walked in with a mission, (3 bras and 3 matching thongs). I walked in knowing exactly what I wanted and I refused to be convinced otherwise. The rabbit hole one could find themselves falling down when they went shopping without a mission, was a rabbit hole I did not want to journey. I headed upstairs straight for the sexy lingerie section and pulled out my size, a 36C. Then along came an attendant offering to give me a fitting. She pulled out her pretty pink tape, measures me and then says 36DD… WHAT THE HELL? I was in total shock; I knew my cups raneth over a little bit but an entire 2 cups, I didn’t see that coming in a long shot. I picked out a few bras and a thong for the party and headed to the dressing room. I tried on my new 36DD bras and, SURPRISE! They fucking fit. I was a pool of mixed emotions; on one hand I was happy to have bigger breasts, on the other hand I was worried about the bras that I could find that would fit my new DD breasts. I snapped a few pictures of me in the bras that I planned to buy, posted a pic on instagram and made my way back to work.
On Sunday morning I woke up to BDE’s message (sexy guy from the sex club). I told him to pick me up at 1pm and I gave him my address. I showered, moisturized and put on my new Victoria’s Secret lingerie; the set was a lace bright pink, bra and thong, that popped against my chocolate skin. I went downstairs, got in his car and we were off. He explained to me that we were going to chill at his friend’s house, because his roommate had his child there (I smell bullshit!). I was under the impression that we would at least grab a bite to eat first, but he explained that he could order something if we got hungry so I didn’t stress it. When we arrive at his friend’s house in Astoria, I walked in and saw his friend there and I knew exactly what they had planned (ménage à trois, anyone?) I remembered seeing his friend arrive at the party with his girlfriend, whom I thought was hella sexy.
Me and BDE sit down on the bed in the living room and his friend is playing some Jamaican rapper, extremely and unnecessarily loudly on YouTube. BDE pours me a drink and he comes to sit on the bed next to me. He starts to rub my back and feel at my ass and I have to stop him, because I haven’t delivered “THE TALK” yet. I explain to him that; before we go any further, he should know that I have herpes; and, being the honest-hoe that I am, I want to make him fully aware of what that could mean for him. He takes a moment and looks at me as if I was joking but when he realizes I’m telling the truth his posture stiffens up. Sensing his demeanor change, I explain to him my diagnosis, how it affects me, and how I still maintain a normal and (as healthy as can be) sex life. I tell him that, so far, I have been successful at keeping my partners herpes-negative, but there is always a risk. He steps away to talk to his friend for a moment, then returns. He asks me a few more questions; at this point I feel like things still might go down, until…
BDE: “You know, I wasn’t expecting to heat that.”
Me: “I know, no one does. But it’s something I have to tell people, just so they are aware.”
BDE: “Yea. Thank you. We can still chill for a bit.”
And that was the end of that. We watched a few more videos while his friend hopped in the shower; then he drove me back home.
I must say, I don’t get declined very often (maybe 1-20) but it happens from time to time. However, this time, I’ll admit I was a bit bummed. I honestly thought, that because he’s in the swinger/poly/sex-club lifestyle he’d still be down. Especially considering the fact that; I mean- just because I’m honest, doesn’t mean everyone else is. Also, a part of me assumed that those in the lifestyle, would still be more accepting considering the variety of people in attendance (1 in every 5 people have some form of herpes); but he was not.
To be honest, I wasn’t bummed because I didn’t get laid (which I’m certain would’ve been by not one but two stallions). I realized I was upset because I wasted a fresh new set of lingerie on: a ride to queens, some coconut rum and pineapple juice, and a bag of chips. My $70 bright pink lace set deserved more love than that. She deserved a nice cocktail in a fancy glass; she deserved at least an appetizer and dessert (I love desserts- lol). She deserved to be fondled, tugged, and moistened from my arousal; she deserved to be removed in a state of lust and thrown on the floor at the hands of someone that couldn’t wait to possess my body, and she deserved to have a front row seat at the sexual extravaganza. But she got none of that. I had let her down; and all that I could do to make it up to her was to have a few mimosas during brunch.
I told myself I would do better next time. I would never put my lingerie through that again.