Furniture Masterbation

What's Up, Doc? I need a hundred lions

I'm concerned. A few days ago, I saw these panties giant photo and suddenly I found the sexiest in the world. I do not understand. I, for lingerie, I have always been in favor of less is more, lace, transparency, delicacy, featherweight, as a minimum, the softer, more caressing, more tickling, or, alternatively, cotton panties smooth Petit Bateau. And yet, these panties neck high, more like a corset, a kind of armor, these panties so rare, as old and new at once (I can imagine Liz Taylor in Cat on a roof with something, but neither I nor my friends have never been a device of this type), I put in a good mood. Imagine how difficult it must be maddening to put them and remove them, imagine them wearing a very light, light, a little shabby, kind and innocent on top (of cotton, tiny flowers, for example), imagine how they affect the way to move and sit. In principle, any garment that artificially alter the position of the body, as also make the heels, I'm interested and intrigued me. Twentieth century fashion (and as usual in the twenty-first) was like an arrow towards freedom and comfort, but the fashion and clothing is also playing and artifice, but it's nothing. In short, how strange is life!, Summer is coming and what I want is a pants that reach his chin. I'm calling my shrink right now, I think, whatever that means this issue briefs, be glad that for once did not talk about my mother.
Happy week, dear.