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I sit here with Gangs of New York on, planning to go do laundry before he gets back. I asked him to come home first, instead of meeting me there, but there is no need. I'll leave shortly.
When I came home I walked the boys and vacuumed. I will wash the dishes before I go.
Before leaving work, I told him I'd be buying panties. I've wanted to for years. I'd talk about it in such a passive way, I wonder if anyone really picked up on it. Or maybe they just ignored it. For me, it would leave my mouth and then I would forget. This repeated itself for years.
After vacuuming, I picked a pair from what I bought (just simple low cut Hanes until we go to buy me.. nicer things <3) and squirmed at the thought of putting them on then. But I needed to shower.
I wore my collar and my cuff in the shower, both of which I have never done before. For some reason I always worried my collar would magically rush, and my leather cuff would fall apart. I wasn't worried anymore. Things had stopped being so fucking frail.
I buzzed down my pubic hair, something that I haven't done in some time. Short, instead of just trimming it. I scrubbed down with all three of my soaps (oatmeal, green tea, sandlewood), and scrubbed my hair. I added my 'Tramp' body wash in splashes where I always do: neck, ass, thighs, crotch, wrists. There's something in the name as much as the smell. It makes me think of Tramp from Lady and the Tramp, and I had this need to be just like him when I was little.
There's also just the obvious fact of what it clearly insinuates, and how I enjoy it when Ian treats me as anything of the sort :] I have a personal loathing for words like 'slut' or the like. They're over used. Boring. Tramp suits beautifully.
I'll go wash the dishes now, sort the clothes, and head out.
When I came home I walked the boys and vacuumed. I will wash the dishes before I go.
Before leaving work, I told him I'd be buying panties. I've wanted to for years. I'd talk about it in such a passive way, I wonder if anyone really picked up on it. Or maybe they just ignored it. For me, it would leave my mouth and then I would forget. This repeated itself for years.
After vacuuming, I picked a pair from what I bought (just simple low cut Hanes until we go to buy me.. nicer things <3) and squirmed at the thought of putting them on then. But I needed to shower.
I wore my collar and my cuff in the shower, both of which I have never done before. For some reason I always worried my collar would magically rush, and my leather cuff would fall apart. I wasn't worried anymore. Things had stopped being so fucking frail.
I buzzed down my pubic hair, something that I haven't done in some time. Short, instead of just trimming it. I scrubbed down with all three of my soaps (oatmeal, green tea, sandlewood), and scrubbed my hair. I added my 'Tramp' body wash in splashes where I always do: neck, ass, thighs, crotch, wrists. There's something in the name as much as the smell. It makes me think of Tramp from Lady and the Tramp, and I had this need to be just like him when I was little.
There's also just the obvious fact of what it clearly insinuates, and how I enjoy it when Ian treats me as anything of the sort :] I have a personal loathing for words like 'slut' or the like. They're over used. Boring. Tramp suits beautifully.
I'll go wash the dishes now, sort the clothes, and head out.