And I missed you all terribly. It’s so good to be back in the comfort of my own apartment, preparing filthy panties for my many admirers. I missed every single one of you and I’m so glad to be home.
You may notice this diary entry doesn’t contain any pictures, that’s because I forgot to take photos just for this site and all of them are elsewhere for family to see. I know, I’m a jerk, I regret not taking more pictures to share.
How was my trip, other than that? I think ‘stunning’ might be an appropriate word for Paris.
Everything from the apartment buildings to the city parks were ornate and perfectly kept. Colossal government buildings, monuments, museums… so much beautiful art and architecture to look at that you become numb to it after 5 minutes.
And the people are beautiful too! Not everyone looks like a fashion model, but everyone seems to have a ‘look’, a specifically curated outfit designed to show their personal good taste. The streets are a runway of every kind of beauty and Parisians watch from outdoor cafes on the sidewalk.
These may look casual, and I’m sure they are to people who speak the language, but I found myself constantly nervous and timid and too scared to go into shops or talk to waiters. I guess I was afraid of the stereotype that French people are rude or mean. But I ate, drank, walked, and purchased plenty anyway.
The very first thing I did was pick up my museum pass and haul ass to the Louvre. The line was already insane, but within the hour I was inside looking at a vase from 6,700 BC.
I didn’t get to cover as much ground as I wanted to because the Louvre would take 4 days to see all of it, so I bit off as much as I could chew, grabbed a quick lunch, and beelined to the Orsay Museum. The space appears small, but it’s a trick. After that my feet threatened to secede from my body if I didn’t take a break.
I sat down for dinner and had escargo and duck confit with a lovely mousse for desert.
Pretty much every day was like that. I would give myself one or two goals with a quick lunch in the middle and either a nice dinner at the end or a small dinner and drinks. Some days I would just take it easy, go to the grocery store for picnic supplies, and sit in a sun-drenched park all day.
It was heaven.
I can’t begin to thank each and every one of my panty lovers enough for helping me achieve my life goal. It was a dream come true, an absolute dream come to life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Let’s shift gears before I start tearing up. *wipes eye*
I’m still answering emails, I had more than 100 waiting for me, but I have had several emails asking if the cum jars are coming back. Yes, they most certainly are and I have received word from my special tester that the new containers I bought work just fine. I will add them to the shop, along with a new container for “My Morning Urine”, as soon as I can. I hope this week, but I have so much work to catch up on.
There you have it. Feel free to ask me any specific questions about my trip either in the comments or privately via email. Of course you know by now that I love talking to my panty boys.
Thank you again, darlings. You forever have my heart.
All my love,