With everything that’s been going on in the world lately, writing has been a struggle. But getting back in – literally, logging back in to my blog for the first time in weeks – to post something fun for Lingerie Is For Everyone seemed like a nice way to try and bridge the gap.
I like lingerie – I like wearing things that make me feel sexy and slutty, and I also like wearing sports bras and boxers and feeling tough, cool, lightly masculine. My favourite kinds of loungewear, however, are roomy pyjama bottoms, brushed flannel, too-big t-shirts belonging to my partner that I hide before he leaves. I like feeling small, cozy and cute in nightshirts that hang past my knees, slouchy cashmere socks that struggle to stay up. I love putting on an oversized kigurumi, naked or with elaborate lingerie on underneath. I like waiting for the moment he’ll undo the buttons that run down my front – all the way from my neck to my cunt – lay me down, still half-inside the cutesy bear costume – and fuck me til I cry.
