I love this bra. I love the colour, I love the lacy bits and the peekaboo cut-outs between my breasts. But what I don’t like it how uncomfortable it is.
Sometimes I feel bad, because these days I wear bralets, if I wear anything at all. And my husband loves seeing me in a nice bra (especially the one pictured). But I find nice bras so uncomfortable. The lace always itches, the underwire pokes me in the side and the bra straps are always either too loose or too tight. Maybe I just need a good bra-fitting, but I think I’m just not destined for nice underwear.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love dressing up for my husband. But when I do, I do it right before sex when we’re already in the bedroom. I have my sex-underwear, which he loves. He just doesn’t really get to unwrap me and find a surprise sexy lingerie set underneath. Usually, when he undresses me, there’s nothing underneath and that’s fine too (just kidding, that’s more than fine. He loves easy access to my body).
I have accepted the fact that I’ll never be the type of woman who wears sexy lingerie underneath her clothes on a daily basis. And that’s fine. I much rather am naked underneath my clothes. I find that a lot more comfortable, and a lot sexier. I have a feeling that my husband agrees with me on that!
Three years ago, I spent the hottest weekend of my life with an English businessman who unleashed my darkest desires. And then he disappeared from my life, leaving me broken.
I never thought I’d see Nathan again, but when I’m sent to Vegas to close a lucrative deal with a new client, he appears back in my life, hotter than ever. All I want to do is focus on my work, but Nathan makes me a different offer: to spend the night reliving our weekend together.
Can I spend the night with him knowing he will likely leave me again? Is a night of total sexual abandon worth the price of a broken heart?