Oh La La

Yet another post referencing my one year dating anniversary with SexyBeast.

Since our 1st meeting, SexyBeast remarked that under garments of any kind are not a thing of beauty, merely the annoying wrapping paper in the way of the present. I, on the other hand, have several stuffed drawers full of undies and corsets ranging from old and dingy to cute and playful and down right "fuck me". It started because when I was depressed. I bought pretty things to boost my spirit. I went through a long period of hating myself, hence the abundance of lingerie.

But I decided for our celebration I would purchase something fun and jaw dropping. I took the advice of another busty gal, Amorous Rocker at http://amorouschick.blogspot.com, and went to Frederick's of Hollywood. "Don't Dream it, Be it." The staff was friendly and helpful, they carry larger sizes and don't make you feel like a asshole about it. I'm looking at you, Victoria's Secret! Honestly, I didn't know what I was looking for and they were so patient and nice.

I ended up with two unusual bras. They lift and support and are fun to play with. They have this watery sand bag thingy in them. Fun! And two pairs of "cheekies", lace underpants that are not thongs but do expose a healthy amount of ass. And the kicker, a really sweetie baby doll, that made me look like a femme bot.

SexyBeast was quite pleased.....