Nice Knickers
I've always had a mild obsession with underwear.
It started with my first pair of stylish My Little Pony pants when I was about 8, and has continued to this day. It's compounded by the fact that being rather *ahem* well endowed in the breast area (possessing, as Beano used to call it, a 'generous chest'), I am actually obliged to spend lots of cash on bras, otherwise my nightmare of becoming a proper fat Italian 'mama' one day with huge tits down my stomach will actually come true!
I've been through phases of 'sporty' underwear (when I was at school - held the chest in a bit to try and hide my assets from the girls who had none and the boys who wanted some), 'provocative' underwear (wore different brightly coloured wonderbras under my white school shirt throughout sixth form, along with tiny pants under my far-too-short skirt) and 'practical' underwear (I used to be a sailing instructor, gimme a break!), but now have happily progressed into 'lots of' underwear!
I have everything from practical sports stuff to tiny tiny barely there pants that you could 'consume in one bite' as someone once put it. I have over a hundred pairs of knickers, and that still, to my mind, isn't enough, and about fifteen bras. All of which are less than a year old (I chuck stuff as soon as it frays/greys/etc - no-one likes a girl whose underwear looks a mess). Oh, and don't even get me started on camisoles, shorties, etc etc etc.
Anyway, the point of all this rambling is that last night Mr Mastercard bought me nearly £100 worth of new scanties. I am a happy girl.
It started with my first pair of stylish My Little Pony pants when I was about 8, and has continued to this day. It's compounded by the fact that being rather *ahem* well endowed in the breast area (possessing, as Beano used to call it, a 'generous chest'), I am actually obliged to spend lots of cash on bras, otherwise my nightmare of becoming a proper fat Italian 'mama' one day with huge tits down my stomach will actually come true!
I've been through phases of 'sporty' underwear (when I was at school - held the chest in a bit to try and hide my assets from the girls who had none and the boys who wanted some), 'provocative' underwear (wore different brightly coloured wonderbras under my white school shirt throughout sixth form, along with tiny pants under my far-too-short skirt) and 'practical' underwear (I used to be a sailing instructor, gimme a break!), but now have happily progressed into 'lots of' underwear!
I have everything from practical sports stuff to tiny tiny barely there pants that you could 'consume in one bite' as someone once put it. I have over a hundred pairs of knickers, and that still, to my mind, isn't enough, and about fifteen bras. All of which are less than a year old (I chuck stuff as soon as it frays/greys/etc - no-one likes a girl whose underwear looks a mess). Oh, and don't even get me started on camisoles, shorties, etc etc etc.
Anyway, the point of all this rambling is that last night Mr Mastercard bought me nearly £100 worth of new scanties. I am a happy girl.
posted by Mookmoo at 9:37 am
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