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My initiation to lingerie

  • Sarah Landon
  • Jul 4, 2015
  • 2 min read

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This was my answer to a question posed on The Erotic Review:

The first time I ever bought something sexy to wear underneath was when I was thinking about losing my virginity (at 19). I remember well- they were a light blue satin Dior granny panties and matching bra set with ivory lace. I wasn't wearing them when I lost my virginity. I can't remember what I was wearing. The next time I even thought about what I was wearing underneath was when I was 21 and started getting interested in band boys. I was wearing tight jeans and realized that they looked better when I was naked underneath than with granny panties- which always left lines. This was well before you could just buy a thong at any store. I remember the night very well, and the band I was going to see. And the jeans were white. I remember feeling unusually sexual that night, knowing I had nothing on underneath, and looking at my ass in the mirror over and over again. I looked hot. I got lucky. I never bought bras because I was a very, very tiny AA back then. Shortly after my white jeans night, I became a stripper, and thongs and bras became my nightly uniform. I even made a lot of my own stuff. But still, bras were ever only bought (or made) for decoration. Even once I invested in my state of the art bust, because of the way I had them enhanced (sub-muscular C-cups) I never needed a bra, so never wore one unless I was at work. I look back on pics of me in those days, and think- wow- I really should have worn a bra as you can see the outline of my nipples clearly through most of my clothing. Funny how I just never had any sense of that then. A few boyfriends bought me lingerie here and there, but nothing too exciting. Once I began this endeavor, however, I've had many gents buy me lingerie! Love!!

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ETA- I do remember as a young girl being fascinated by and attracted to the drawing of a lady that always appeared in the Playboy jokes section (my dad subscribed and I used to sneak peeks). As a stripper, this was often a look I loved- black thigh-high boots and opera-length gloves, and nothing else. I'd come on stage to a particular song and throw off my robe and be completely naked except for the boots and gloves. Those were always good sets.

 
 
 

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