I’m running out of clean underwear and clean clothes–mostly because I usually do my laundry at his place on the weekends, and I haven’t seen him in a few weeks.

I am down to my pretty knickers, the ones I save for “important” occasions. That’s how I ended up yesterday wearing a thong he’d bought me as a present. My First Thong. Wow did it feel sexy.

“I knew it would,” he smirked over email; he is capable of e-smirkage.

I’m a convert to these too. Oh thongs, where have you been all my life? Lover man, where have you been?!

Andrew Blake Black Thong

I’ve been flummoxed about which black thong picture to choose . . . oh, the pressure . . .

For now . . . here’s this frame from an Andrew Blake film clip, found through Fluffy Lychees.