Whitman and I were lying naked in bed one night last week. We were just touching each other in the dark and chatting before we fell asleep about our day, about sex (shocking, I know), and just sexiness in general. He mentioned that although I own quite a bit of lingerie, it’s not getting much use. I explained that it never seems like an “opportune time” and a seems a little silly to just put it on for something to do.
He then decided that when I get home from work, I should change into ‘something more comfortable’ (read: ‘sexy’). Daily. “Just wear it,” he said. This, of course, was a brilliant idea, and I agreed without hesitation.
I’ve always thought it would be super sexy to wander around the house in peignoirs and chemises, especially for cocktail hour.
This new plan gave me a reason to immediately order MORE lingerie and slinky dresses. I mean, if I’m going to be wearing something every single day, it’s like needing a separate wardrobe! Now I just need some marabou slippers!
I’m thoroughly enjoying the anticipation daily of thinking of what I’m going to wear for Whitman that night. Walking around like a sexy doll may or may not lead to sex, but it definitely makes him happy, and we all know how much I love that.
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