The Exhibitionist/Go for a ride down the city streets in a small thong
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| + | ''God, trying to hand me a see through thong...'' I think to myself, congratulating on missing having to wear that while bicycling around, and you buying my reason with no hesitation. | ||
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| + | "So, any specific tops?" I ask, wondering if you are going to try to make me go around with none or something. | ||
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| + | You shake your head no, and I sigh. "Got it, I will go out this afternoon. I want to miss the lunch rush, and go while everyone is at work at least." | ||
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| + | I put on my shirt, a regular T-shirt, the words across it spelling out sweet 16. I am most definitely not 16 anymore, but do try to be sweet. I guess though that anyone who notices me enough will probably not notice the words splashed across the front anyways. | ||
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Revision as of 03:55, 25 April 2016
You run over to my underwear drawer and grab a small thong.
You hand it to me.
"No," I tell you. "It doesn't match anything."
You look at me puzzled.
"I have no top to match to it. Just grab a different color."
You nod, finally seeming to realize, and grab a different one. A black thong.
"Okay, I can do something with this."
God, trying to hand me a see through thong... I think to myself, congratulating on missing having to wear that while bicycling around, and you buying my reason with no hesitation.
"So, any specific tops?" I ask, wondering if you are going to try to make me go around with none or something.
You shake your head no, and I sigh. "Got it, I will go out this afternoon. I want to miss the lunch rush, and go while everyone is at work at least."
The trip
I put on my shirt, a regular T-shirt, the words across it spelling out sweet 16. I am most definitely not 16 anymore, but do try to be sweet. I guess though that anyone who notices me enough will probably not notice the words splashed across the front anyways.
