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Natalie waited for Sir to come home. She knew he’d be home soon, and she’d put on the lingerie he’d requested. She loved the way she looked in the open cup bustier that held her tits aloft, but left them bare. She’d slid into the g-string. He’d asked her to wear the French maid apron, but that was all. She knelt next to the door and waited.
By the sixth hour of the conference, Sharon was bored to tears. She hated being sent to these things, all the attempts to one up each other and endless gossip… Did you hear where he ended up? She didn’t get tenure after all. Left the profession entirely… Well you know some people just aren’t cut out for academia…
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Once again, the week has escaped me. It seems my blahs were in good company on Twitter. I saw a lot of “feeling down” posts floating around. On my part, I think I’m missing romance – while I have my nesting partner, when we are both feeling down we cannot buoy the other. My other partners are casual and fun, but not going to develop into deeper connections (probably not going to). All of this leads me to seek out romance.
I am a fishnet girl. Until recently, I never considered them sexy – for me they were subversive, punk rock accessories. They were edgy when paired with stompy boots and short skirts. They were my “fuck you to social conventions.”