Well Becky and I got a little too drunk on white wine and we started to get far too silly with small flashes of seriousness a very volatile mix giggle.
In one of the moments of sober thought Becky turned to me and said what makes you feel like you did the first time you fully dressed. Does anything anymore. I just laughed and we carried on our Girly evening. But that thought has stayed with me all day. Does this all feel so normal now that I don't get anything from it anymore?
Don't get me wrong Gurls I simply adore dressing and being used by a real man well that is sooo oh my lush but what about that little magical thrill - not the explosive female orgasm we long for or the butterflies feeling in out flat tummies when we swoon about the man we love and his darling cock. Not those feeling but the intimate secret one that makes us feel alive and joyous the feeling that makes you and it is personal to you and no-one else. I thought long and hard and I think I might have the answer - well my answer for me. Becky darling, sweetie for me it is simply not wearing a bra and strutting my stuff.
I adore the weight and bounce of my breasts, I love feeling the fabric of my blouse brush across my nipples,