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You see those panties? I want something like that, although I can barely tell what I'm looking at. There's a problem with this, and that is why this picture is fucked up. I will look into getting those panties. I want a closer look, though. . .
Here is the teddy I want:
God is that ever beautiful! I fugured out a way to get the picture to look better, but it's not quite up to par yet. The colours are quite fucked up. But man, do I ever want to wear that Teddiette! And I will, too. I swear it.
Tonight, I had a chance to get my very own bathing suit. It was hanging in R__'s bathroom. It was nice. It had a crossing back, and a sort of coarse material. I would have been in heaven had I taken it, but I thought it too risky, and I left it there. I lost my chance: even if it's still there on Saturday, it would be very suspicious if it disappeared. I doubt if R__ would have noticed its absence if I had taken it tonight.
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R__ was a sleazy greaseball of a man, and he ran a music rehearsal studio set up like a stage in a nightclub. He also had a hot tub. The bathing suit belonged to one of the former models from his agency, whom he'd fathered a child with some 4 years earlier.
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