A summer outfit.

I walk into my bedroom and open the top drawer of my dresser. Inside I can see all kinda of thongs. Neatly sorted by color, style and material. First I look at my different CK thongs, but then my gaze swifts to a lacy red Lounge thong. I’m just wearing the sheer piece on special occasions, but I guess that I won‘t be punished for wearing these by the mysterious organization behind this blackmail. Next I open the second drawer to get the fitting red lacy push up bra, that shows off my small nipples through the sheer material , to accentuate my small a cup breasts and close it behind my back. I look into the mirror on the other side of the wall smiling and move towards my closet.

I look through my clothes hanging at the clothes rails. A black jeans mini skirt I really love to wear falls attracts my gaze. I bent over, step into it and slowly pull it up my legs. It rests over my hips and fits snugly. Accentuating my fit waist. Next I look through the row of tops. I take a thin white crop top from one of the rails and pull it over my had. Like fashion magazines taught me: Wear red bras under white tops. The large mirror in the closet shows my body in the typical summer outfit. I smile at myself again and think about going to the pier or strolling through old town. But no, poor me needs to make a video of herself blowing a rubber dong. What happened to my life?

I go back to my bedroom, grab some low white socks from another drawer and again put my favorite pair of Air Force 1 on. I sit down on my bed cross legged and open my laptop, log in to my account and again scroll and click through the side.