it's a thong thing...

[taimatsu]

It's the boyfriend's day off; I have either been out (at a lecture) or asleep, or slobbing about in a purple turtleneck and green tartan pyjama trousers. This is not a particularly enticing or attractive outfit. Therefore, I'm dressing up a bit before he gets back from the meeting he's at; black skirt, black plunge bra, burgundy lycra vest top; tights, heels; black thong knickers. They're new, those last - I haven't owned thong underwear before. This is the first extended period of wearing said variety of underwear I've experienced. It's so odd. It feels like something is... words fail me. Like somehing is pulled up between my buttocks - which it is, of course. It's... quite an erotic feeling. I only hope he thinks so too.

Must do hair.

By the way - I'm not usually this, er, anti-feminist. I'm just doing a bit of last-ditch relationship salvaging. Hopefully.