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24-hours of wear
Yesterday, I began wearing a pretty pair of panties for my Sweetie Carl and tonight will be the first of 7 nights I will talk about how I plan on preparing them.
A few weeks ago, SC and I were talking about the kind of panties we wanted to do for this, our 6th adventure together.
He said he wanted a thong, something see-through, silky, and my favorite color – so I got to work.
I scoured Amazon for a pair that fit all the criteria and boom, I found the perfect panties.
Sadly, they couldn’t arrive until November, so I ordered the next best pair and we decided to use the good pair for his birthday.
But yesterday, like a miracle, the beautiful silk thong showed up in my mailbox!
I couldn’t put them on quick enough.
And they happen to fit like a dream, too, the only problem, if you can call it that, is the silk gusset instead of cotton.
I’ve never worn a silk gusset, I don’t think, but it hasn’t proved to be a drawback in the 24 hours I’ve worn them.
SC will have to tell me what he thinks about it when he gets them next week.
Until then, I have about 5 stories I need to make happen and then describe.
As we talked about our newest adventure, SC came up with some new places to try out my now full-grown fetish of wearing a vibrator in public. Without anyone knowing, of course.
He mentioned the bank, an ice cream stand, and the mall.
I said we don’t really have ice cream stands where I live in Texas, but I could try a sno-cone stand, if they’re still open at this time of year.
But we both agreed that any concession-style stand would do.
So one of my tasks is to find a suitable stand and order while I wear my toy.
Other tasks I must complete during the order is to make sure not to wipe after peeing, that’s a no-brainer, and I should ride my bike as much as possible.
It’s supposed to be great weather this weekend, so that should be easy to do. SC knows how much I love riding my bike and I know how much it helps the scent, which he loves.
I had planned to go to the bank today, but to be perfectly honest, I chickened out.
The bank might have to wait until Thursday… maybe tomorrow I’ll go to the mall. I need to get some fabric for my Halloween costume anyway.
I’m so nervous but excited. This is how I always feel during my adventures with my Sweetie Carl!
Tomorrow I will try to make time for the bank.
And I promise not to chicken out!
♥ SMOOCHES, SC! ♥
48-hours of wear
How often does a girl get to feel sexually aroused about a visit to the bank?
I have to admit, I’ve fallen out of practice with using toys in public and I felt extremely shy about today’s adventure.
Luckily, I had a chat with SC last night and I made a promise to go to the bank, and I never make a promise don’t fully intend to keep. Especially with my Sweetie Carl.
So I woke up with a renewed sense of determination, ready to accomplish any goal.
And today my goal was to put a remote-controlled, dual-tipped vibrator in my pussy and asshole and turn it on while getting help from a teller at the bank.
I hopped in the shower, threw on my face, had a light breakfast, and continued to pump myself up about my upcoming banking scandal.
Of course, I decided on a bank outside of my neighborhood, waaay across town. I had to make sure no one would recognize me should anything embarrassing happen.
And I decided my reason for the visit would be to get a replacement for a lost card.
That should be fairly quick and common, I assumed. Not to spoil the surprise, but it didn’t quite go as planned.
I arrived at the location and was delighted, albeit annoyed, to hear fairly loud and terrible pop music playing.
‘Good!’, I thought, ‘That will make the buzzing less obvious’.
So with a thin veil of confidence, I stood in line for the next teller to become available.
I can’t recall how long the wait actually was but if felt like decades.
I must have been obviously uncomfortable looking because two bank employees on two different occasions came up to me and asked me if I would like a bottle of water or anything.
Perhaps it’s just a really friendly branch, I don’t know.
When I was called, I turned on my vibrator and walked toward the teller.
With a forced-relaxed face, voice, and body language, I responded to the teller asking me how she could help me today. I told her I needed a replacement card and she began to ask a string of questions to verify this and that and the other thing.
I thought I was going to scream, both from pleasure and impatience.
I didn’t want to have to try to hide my “O” face right in front of her… she was inches from me! She’d know!
In preparation of blowing my load, so to speak, I took a dum-dum from the bowl and began to slowly put it in my bag, taking what I thought was an absurdly long time getting it situated.
Luckily, before I was done fiddling, she said, ‘Okay, and it should arrive within 2 weeks. Can I do anything else for you today?’
Her expression was slightly shocked, very subtle, as I jerked my face away from my bag and back in her direction to say, ‘NOPE! THANK YOU!’, and walked away.
It was a little abrupt, I can see that now. Oddly abrupt. Suspiciously abrupt.
So as I walked out, feeling that familiar tingle, the one that signals to my brain that the fireworks are about to go off, one more bank employee stopped to ask me how my banking experience had gone.
I put on the biggest smile I could, and tried to be bright and cordial as I said it was great and mentioned I had a meter running. Are those even a thing anymore?
The employee called out, ‘Have a nice day!’, as I fast-walked to the door.
And no sooner did I take one step outside then a jolt shot straight through my body, the electricity lingering and pulsating as I stopped and searched for the remote off button.
That was a really close call.
And now I can never go to that bank ever again.
Before I forget, I made sure to stuff the sides of the gusset into the center like you asked, my Sweetie Carl! The white parts have already gotten a little bit of color, see image.
Tomorrow I have a very long day of work planned.
I have to get up early and stay late to finish a proposal.
It’ll be nice to get home and have some much needed playtime in my lovely, silk panties.
Until tomorrow, *smooches*!
72-hours of wear
Good evening! And what a lovely evening it is.
It turns out I didn’t have to stay late for work, so I actually got home a little earlier than usual.
So I decided to enjoy my window of solitude by taking a bubble bath, I realized I hadn’t had one in a while after my Halloween photoshoot a couple weeks ago.
It was a little chilly coming home and a warm, comforting bath was just what the doctor ordered.
But what the doctor doesn’t know is that I had a plan to get a little dirty while I got myself clean.
I have several toys that claim to be water-proof and I think I’ve tried one in the shower, a long while ago, and I very much enjoyed it.
The first thing I did when I got home was open the bottom drawer of my dresser, the Toy Box™, and went to work searching for this evening’s lucky toy.
Then I realized, the toy I wore to the bank is water-proof, already in the bathroom, and it’s one of my absolute favorites.
I really should give it a name… maybe SC can help me think of one when we email a little later.
Anyway, I filled up my bath with Mr. Bubble and the perfect temperature water with some water softener crystals. (Bath salts, lol.)
I put some Bowie on the record player, Low, and proceeded to the bathroom where I bent over and inserted my little pink bullet vibrators. One into my muffin and the other into my business end. 😉
But I waited until I was perfectly submerged in the soft, warm water until I used the remote to turn on the toy.
I remember thinking the music could be louder and I wish I had a glass of wine.
Then I pressed the button to turn up the intensity of vibration and I started paying more attention to my body.
My head was comfortably rested against the wall with the lip of the tub supporting my neck.
I ran my free left hand over my shoulders and chest, stopping at my left nipple to give a good pinch.
The sensation sent a tingle to my pussy that made me clinch, swishing the water around me.
My legs were bent with my knees in the air, getting a little cold so I stretched my legs out, pushing my hips upward causing another tingle and swishing of the water.
I licked my lips and tilted my head to the side, closing my eyes so I could focus solely on the vibration of the toy.
Still with my eyes closed, I slid my thumb over to the button on the remote that changes the rhythm of the vibration and pulse. I clicked it a few more times until I got to the one I like the most.
I could feel the toy start at a low vibration and quickly rise to an almost unbearably strong peak, then instantly fall back down, over and over.
My hips couldn’t help but move to the beat, clinching my muscles and subtly raising my hips slowly then gently relaxing back downward, barely disturbing the water.
My left hand more aggressively squeezing my nipple as my right hand turned up the intensity to the highest it could go.
I felt my leg twitch and heard a little splash, but I was too focused to be distracted.
A slight bolt shot through my body, my early warning system alerting me to the orgasm that would soon be coming.
I squeezed harder, as hard as I could, and thrust my hips upward.
My leg muscles tightened and my whole body clinched.
I could feel the pleasure building up to an explosion.
It built and built until finally the sparks shot through me in waves.
I rode the feeling for a few seconds, my feet and legs curled up.
Then I quickly turned the toy off and allowed my legs to fall to the side of the tub, my arms fell to my chest.
And I sat there in the wake, breathing deeply.
In fact, I think I nodded off for a second because I was so relaxed.
After a short while, I finished my bath, got dry, and sat down to write.
Now it’s about the time SC and I have a little email conversation, so I must get going.
Tomorrow I plan on completing my trip to the mall, both to get fabric for my Halloween costume and to confidently strut around wearing my toy without anyone being the wiser.
Talk to you then. ♥
96, 120, & 144-hours of wear
Friday – My main goal on Friday was to get the fabric from the mall that I needed for my candy corn costume. Luckily, my mall has a Joann’s Fabrics inside, so it worked out perfectly.
Then all I needed to do was get through an entire, very long, day at work so I could hurry home to my happy hobby.
I shot directly to my bathroom the second I got home to insert my little toy that was still in the bathroom, having been cleaned from the previous outing on Wednesday.
I didn’t even put away my computer, I shot directly out the door, eager to go on my next adventure (not to mention to start my weekend).
As I rode the bus with my toy inside me, I remembered another time I rode the bus while playing a little game.
But I wouldn’t be playing on the bus this time, I had an entire mall to enjoy.
As soon as I stepped into the mall doors, I turned on my toy, albeit to the lowest setting. Just for starters.
I found that walking really muted the sensation and realized I could probably walk around more places with my toy being on and no one would notice.
As much fun as I was having inside my head, I was still quite nervous and beelined to the fabric store.
Just like the bank, they had some terrible pop music playing and I thanked god.
I also turned up my toy just a bit and started to feel it as I walked the store, touching each fabric to see if I liked the way it felt.
After what seemed like 10 or 20 minutes, I settled on the prefect fabrics and brought them up to the counter.
As I “measured” the fabric around my body, not the most precise form of measurement, I turned up my toy one more time making sure it wasn’t loud enough to hear.
And at that very moment a voice yelled in my direction, “Did you take a number?”
I was obviously startled and the employee cutting the fabric at the counter repeated the question and pointed to the take-a-number dispenser.
I tried to laugh it off casually and walked over to take a number.
Then I felt the tingles and I knew I was close.
My number was next.
The employee called my number and I placed my fabrics on the counter.
She asked how long for each and I answered as smoothly as I could even though I felt like my voice was cracking like a pubescent boy.
As she finished cutting the last of my fabric, I tried and failed to stifle an ‘OH!’ as an orgasm snuck up on me with little warning.
Quickly, I played it off by grabbing my phone, pretending I got a message.
She said, “Haha, that happens to me all the time! Dang thing always scares me!”
I laughed, took my fabric, said thank you, and proceeded to check out.
Saturday – I thought Saturday was going to be a simple day of biking around in my beautiful, and heavily scented, panties, but my day was cut a little short, so to speak.
I’ll show you a picture if you email me, but I don’t want to post it here because it’s not cute.
After a quick breakfast at home, I rode my bike to the grocery store to pick up a pumpkin.
So far, so good.
Then I biked to a friend’s house to meet up and carve all of our pumpkins together, a carving party.
I was there not an hour before I stubbed my pinky toe on a lawn chair, ripping off a chunk of the tip.
Toes have much more blood in them than I could have imagined.
My friends did a quick bandage and helped me get home where I further nursed my wound.
It’s fine now, I mean, a chunk of the tip of my toe is missing, but it only hurts a bit when I walk.
So Saturday didn’t really go as planned, but I did get my pumpkin and I’m going to carve it on Halloween.
I always go with the classic triangle eyes, smile, and a couple square teeth.
Sadly, I didn’t get to the ice cream or sno-cone stand. I asked around and no one knew of one, BUT they suggested a milkshake instead.
Sunday – Clipped toe tip be damned, nothing was going to stop me from keeping my promise to my Sweetie Carl.
I had plans to get brunch somewhere else on Sunday, but destiny had different plans. I was to go to the burger stand and get a milkshake.
And, spoilers, it turned out wonderful!
No weird interactions, no accidental moaning, no being horribly embarrassed yet entirely turned-on.
I cleaned my toe and changed the band-aids, then went right on my way to brunch, also on my bike.
I don’t know if I mentioned how absolutely lovely the weather was, so I took every advantage to use my bike, which helps because SC loves when I ride my bike while preparing our panties.
It was a long bike ride to get there, but it was fun. The bumps made it interesting to bike while wearing my toy.
I left it turned off for the whole ride because I didn’t want anything to interfere with my goal.
With my bike parked, I walked toward the ordering window while turning on my toy.
This time I left it at the second lowest intensity so I wouldn’t have to stifle any pleasure.
As I waited for my order to arrive, I went to the bathroom to enjoy my orgasm in peace.
I should count how many orgasms I’ve had outside of my own bedroom this year!
The bathroom was very clean, to my delight, so I chose the furthest stall, closed the seat, and locked the door.
After checking for feet, I turned up my toy as high as it could go and immediately started feeling a tingle that sent a twitch to my shoulder.
I played a little with the different pulses, switching from one to another, not really focusing on them.
And before long a warm wave of pleasure burst and gave me one good full body twitch before I quickly turned off my toy.
I sat for a minute, enjoying the lingering waves.
When I got back to my seat, I noticed a shake sitting at the window.
I guess they had called my order while I was otherwise indisposed.
96-hours of wear
Planning trip to the mall, ride the bus and talk about previous adventure on the bus, get to the mall and turn on toy while walking around by myself, have orgasm while asking about fabrics, shout “oh!” and play it off like I got a text message, have the employee laugh it off, ‘That happens to me all the time’ – does it though? lol.
Mention tomorrows plan to carve a pumpkin.[picture of gusset]
120-hours of wear
Bike ride, buying pumpkin at grocery store, carving pumpkin in the park, stop for a milk shake at a burger stand, have orgasm while sitting at the burger stand enjoying my milk shake, bike home.
Mention tomorrows plan to make my costume and suggest that I’ll have to find a way to get into some trouble.[picture of pumpkin] [picture of gusset]
144-hours of wear
Lazy Sunday, making my costume, describe the strong scent, doing laundry and run into a neighbor afraid they can smell me, gets me excited, describe masturbation.
Mention that tomorrow is the final day of wear, stay tuned![picture of gusset]
168-hours of wear
What a fun adventure, my Sweetie Carl! I had so much fun this weekend and past week preparing our 6th pair.
It never feels like it’s been that long but, then again, it feels like we’ve known each other for ages. (As we always say.)
Having adventures with you is the BEST part of my little hobby, I’m so glad we met.
You’ll have to tell me how this pair compares to all of the others.
I personally think the one last Christmas was the strongest scent, but I only get to smell them as they’re leaving. lol
It’s hard to tell from the photo, but the gusset is much more green than the unsoiled part of the panties.
Well, you’ll see when you get them tomorrow. ♥
Without further ado, here’s the final picture:
All my love,