The medium is the message. Sorta.
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You can get it in every style imaginable. No matter the wearer, the lingerie can express the woman inside, be she ingenue, wannabe courtesan or jaded crone. Or actual courtesan or enthusiastic crone, come to that.
Pink lace, black leather, silk, satin, cotton, hemp. Shimmering ribbons, glittering studs. Neck to toe or next to nothing.
It all sends a message. Sometimes the message is subtle, sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes it’s very not:
Sometimes it’s downright counterproductive. Because those have to be a bit of a mood-killer, no? Nothing like a little performance anxiety to put that spark right out.
Oh, maybe that’s the intent! Maybe it’s a screening process! The ones who see that and shrivel up? They’re out. No love for you, you weenie. But no … that makes no sense, because that would leave you with the ones who are sure their performance will be worthy of blog immortalization. The ones with the ego the size of Texas. The boring, self-absorbed ones.
So maybe it’s a screening process the other way. The ones who see it and wither away are the sensitive, responsive ones you really want. Only, having seen those damned things, they will never, ever believe you when you swear you won’t be blogging this.
So either way, you’re screwed. Or rather, you’re not.
So why do I really want a pair?
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