Guestblog: Sophie van der Stap
It is the infamous First Date and you know he won’t get to see more than your blouse and jeans. But, still, you have put a lot of thought – way more than necessary – into what lingerie to wear, and, yup, you pulled those few stray hairs.
Maybe because you are secretly naughtier than you think and you’ve already tossed those rules out the window.
Are you sure?
Okay, what is it then? Self-confidence? Every little bit helps? All right, I’ll give you that. A woman has many layers to her. Layers she can put on and take off – lingerie and clothing over her soft skin – and layers she carries with her always – hormones, emotions, thoughts. All this is held in place by a strong armour.
You’re lucky it’s only the first date: you can switch that pretty lingerie out for padded control top panties and eat all you want. Second date: same MO. But what about when you get to that one special date? Control tops are an absolute no go. Think of that embarrassing scene in Bridget Jones Diary. Who could forget that? Poor Bridget, head over heels for her gorgeous boss, finally starts to get it on with him and then… those enormous control top panties. Skin-toned, don’t you know.
Hose, garters, bows and lace, then? Some women like all that: carefully rolling up the hose so as not to tear them, clamping on the garters, standing up straight in high heels, being nude, being admired… fully aware of their sexuality and at ease in the new role they have assumed.
For a very long time, I did not think I was one of those women, until I received a package with just those items at home last week and tried them on. The transformation that followed came out of a simple little box containing a set of lingerie. It was that easy. But tonight, fortunately, it’s only Date Number 2. Eat till I pop, in my control top panties. Can’t wait.
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