Thongs were not made for this kind of weather. My butt cheeks are cold!

It. Is. Freezing.

Sike, no. I take that back. It hasn't gone above freezing in days. Who cares? The guy who is buying this thong from me, that's who. Allow me to explain.

I am on Day #2 of my first 2-day panty wear. Friday night I put them on after my shower and had a little fun with them. (Here's a little fast fact for you: Did you know if you pull panties up in just the right way you can get a really nice clitoral orgasm? Now you know. Maybe you can use that shit when you're on Jeopardy or something.) Friday night was also photograph day. You get 3 prints of me playing with myself in your undies for $5. That is a steal, my friends. However, I'm not happy with how the photographs came out from Friday night so I'm going to have to redo them today. (Oh, darn. More orgasms.) It's harder to get a good shot of a thong because there is so much less fabric to capture inj the frame. That is kind of a pain in the butt. (Did you see what I just did there?)

I was also planning on going on a run to get them nice and sweaty. This is where the weather becomes my nemesis. I don't even want to walk to my car right now but my legs are itching to move. I wish that a gym membership were feasible. I get cranky when I don't have a chance to build up a nice sweat. I am a warm-weather gal. I need to run and jump and hike.

Challenge accepted.

I am going to search YouTube for a good aerobics video. Either that or I'll do a lot of jumping jacks.

Wish me luck!

xo
Daisy

I like to expand my horizons.

I am excited, nervous and skeeved out all at the same time right now an my mind is screaming, "BLOG IT! BLOG IT! BLOG IT!

I have been emailing back-and-forth with a used panty customer trying to find the right product for him. We have finally settled on one of my favorite pairs of panties. It's a thong that I never intended to sell, but they are appropriate for this situation. They're black and pink and lacy and supah pretty. They were not purchased to be worn for a really long time, if you catch what I'm throwin'. (Wink, wink.)

Ok, they also have never been worn. Shut up.

Now, my normal routine is I shower in the evening, put on the undies, rub one out and wear them until my next shower, 24 hours later. Then I pack them tightly into a Ziplock bag and ship the next day. Simple and fun. Win!

This man would like me to wear the undies for 2 days. Two days in the same pair of undies. And day #2 will involve me going for a run prior to my shower. After rubbing one out the day before. Ugh. I know plenty of women do this but I am not one of those women. Sometimes if I sweat a lot, I change my panties mid-day because I feel gross. But I'm going to do it. I am going to expand my horizons and do something out of my comfort zone. That's what this is all about, right? Seeing what I'm willing to do. Figuring out where I draw my lines.

Let's also please refer to the aforementioned description of said thong. "Lacy." Read: itchy. In my butt. For 2 days. Breathe in, breathe out.

So why do this at all if it skeeves me out? Well, for a couple of reasons, really. I hate to say, the first is that the money is good. Very good. I named a price that would make this discomfort worth it and he agreed. But more than that, this guy is nice. His emails are cordial. We made small talk and it wasn't strained. He's not some crazy dude trying to dominate and use me in any way. He's just a guy who knows what he wants and I'm just a gal who wants to give it to him. His requests have been just that: requests. No demands. Just two people emailing. I like it. He makes it easier to do this thing that is so new for me.

You catch more dirty panties with honey, right?

xo
Daisy

This might be the best email I've ever received. One day I'm gonna fuck this dude senseless.

I received the most amazing email from a gentleman friend of mine last week. Amazing as in my panties are wet thinking about it. Ladies and gentleman, I swooned like a 13-year-old girl in sequined jeans at a Marky Mark show. (Ok, or, well, ME at a Marky Mark show. Let's be honest.) Ya'll, this is someone I have known for years and years and years. He is a soul mate. His friendship is immensely important to me. And I have wanted to fuck him for years and years and years. But we are like two naked ships in the night: we always sail right passed each other.

In high school (yes, high school) we assumed the attraction was one-sided. Years later I worked for him as his secretary. Ahem. Administrative Assistant. I don't know how we weren't naked on his desk on the daily. Everyone in the office thought we were fucking, anyway! But he was dating What's-Her-Name and I was seeing So-In-So.We were tryin' to be all loyal to our significant others and shit.

I literally just shook my head in disbelief. This is someone that I should be getting naked with. Nowish, ideally.

Ooooo, I remember this one day, I had to change my clothes in his office and do you know what happened? A big, fat nothing happened. Wtf, right? There were many times that I found myself in his lap editing a database. No, "editing a database" is not code. I wish he'd had just taken the gigantic hint and taken my pants off.

Last summer I was house sitting for some friends with a big house. Rich friends. Friends with a wine rack, an assortment of craft beers and a garage with a remote door opener. I invited this gentleman friend of mine to come over and spend some time with me. It was unbelievably incredibly fantastical. We drank wine and looked at the stars. But no fucking. Don't judge me it was still amazing. Seriously. Stop with the judgement.

Then a few days later, I get this email:

Completely nude, riding me with a firm grip on your hips. Completely inside as you push your full chest against me... That's what I imagine. Often. 

Do you know what gets me harder than anything? When you're lying face down, legs together. I'm behind you as I spread your ass and feel your soaked pussy with the tip of my cock and slowly slide in while reaching around with my right hand underneath your hip to play with your clit. Then pushing all the way in I lean down, my chest against your back. I can feel you breathing deeply. My fingers wet from my cock slowly pulling out and pushing into you. 

The slipping of our sweat, the smell of the nape of your neck. Moving my left hand up to clutch your left breast and nipple, pulling you up and towards me. Gently pull out and turn you over, facing me. Look into your eyes and feel your body as you do the same to me. Wondering what will happen next.

Not all the way inside yet but just enough to feel your tight pussy pulsing around me. Your legs resting over my hips while I'm inching closer to you, enjoying the moment of being with each other. Minds racing about how we'd like to make one another feel something, something different, uninhibited by restriction.

Minds turned off now, only instinct taking over. I'd like you in your side to go further in than I had been before. Hands clasped to pull each other closer. I can feel you getting tighter and even tighter. Lift from the knee to your beautiful chest as I get even deeper, kissing and licking your chest... Something I've wanted for years and now finally have.

I haven't been this turned on ever. I want to cum fucking hard right now but want you straddling me more.

I move my hands from pushing as hard as I can down on your hips to the small of your back so I can taste your sweat as it pours off into mine. Both hands grasp your ass, spreading it apart, taking me in and out entirely. Feeling the head of my cock slip in and out as if we had just started. But by the way you're dripping cum I'm about to explode. It had been an hour at least but felt as if we had just began. So ready to cum but never wanting it to end; I just cant hold it anymore. Pulling out I cum the hardest a man can cum right in between us, pulling you tight so we can both feel each other. Not letting go, the dream is now reality.

Fuck you were good. Goddamn. 

And thats what I think about especially when we were standing close in the street looking at the night sky.

Motherfucking swoon. I can't even take it. One day, I swear, I am gonna get naked with this dude. And it's gonna rock my socks off because I've been waiting 18 years for this.

xo
Daisy

If I have to put a cucumber in my butt, just forget it!

I think I might be too honest for this gig. Or maybe just not hungry enough for the money? It's marketing. It's getting the buyer the right product and closing the deal. But I said it before: I can't pretend to be some little 20-something girl who lives to fuck and be fucked. I am a person. I'd say I'm a kinky person. But still a person. There's a line that I don't want to cross. I'm guess I'm still trying to figure out where that line is.

I want to sell my used undies. I like it. I like knowing that my scent is getting someone off. That's me right there. That smells is from me; from a private place. That smell is turning someone on and that turns me on like crazy. But I also want to be respected and taken seriously. I'm beginning to wonder if that's possible.

I guess for some guys it's just all about domination? What can he get me to do? Here's a good example. I offer 3 printed photos sent with the panties for an extra charge and I will take requests for the content of the photos. The other day this one guy wants photos of me wearing the undies with a cucumber up my ass and twat. Um. Big fat N-O right there. But then I'm the bitch because I won't do it? Are you kidding me? That dude deserves a squirrel tap.

I think I might lay low on the panty sale site I signed up for. Just for a while maybe. I like that there's a community of people with this fetish. Like, the kids in high school that sat at the table furthest from everyone else during lunch. You think you're weird until you get out of school and realize there's so many other people like you. It is nice to find a place to fit in. But, it's also been a little overwhelming.

xo
Daisy

I want to be a cougar but I don't think I have enough money or spandex mini-dresses.

I do all my best thinking in the shower. Maybe it's the sound or the heat of the water, I'm not sure. There's a certain clarity I feel when I'm in that naked, vulnerable place.

I realized tonight, as I was getting soapy and clean, that in creating this blog, I am taking all of my secrets --all of the things I hide from the people close to me-- and putting them out in the most public way possible. I'm taking all of the desires that I hide from the general population and exposing them on the internet. Perhaps, instead, I should see a therapist, yes?

Let me give you an example: I love attention from younger men. I suspect it has something to do with gaining a sense of power over men in a society that tries relentlessly to keep women inferior. But I can't be sure. I just know that a tall, lanky 23-year-old will always turn my head and it's not long before I have them naked and sweating. I love the look on their face when I do something they've never experienced before. Usually they take it as a challenge to find new ways to pleasure me, in return. That, my friends, is what we call a Win-Win Situation. Hashtag that sucker if you want.

I'm a big fan of Dan Savage, a relationship-advice columnist and has a Podcast called, Savage Love. (If you have not read or heard of him, leave this page right now and go here !! Then come back. I'll wait.) He has popularized numerous neologisms, including the "campsite rule". He compares being with a younger person romantically as visiting a campsite. Leave them at least as healthy as they were when you got there. No STIs, no pregnancies, no depression.

I've had one-night-trists as well as long-term relationships with men significantly younger than myself. I hope that I've taught them well. My goal is to end with them happier, more confident and sexually knowledgeable than when I started. I asked one of my Ex-Boyfriends of Significant Age Difference what he liked best about our relationship. "You taught me what to do with a vagina." Indeed I did. I feel a little guilty that I have to giggle when I think about the first time he went down on me. However, I am far from subtle. In fact, I am like an air traffic controller; waving him to the left and a then little further to the right. He was an attentive student to say the very, very least. So to all of his future sexual partners I say: You're welcome.

Now I'm in the mood for some teacher-student role play. How 'bout you?

xo
Daisy

Tonight I took off my clothes and photographed it for you. You're welcome.

I don't have anyone around tonight to watch me strip, so I took some photos. These undies are for sale. Just let me know what you want me to do in them and I promise to fill them with the most delicious juices you've ever had the pleasure of smelling.

A little sneak peak.

Off with the jammie pants.

And here's a few more so you get a better idea of what you're in for with these.

Upskirt? Don't mind if I do.

Send me a message and let me know what I can do for you.

xo
Daisy

Sexting is my new hobby. What? You thought I collected stamps?

I can't seem to find the time to have as much sex as I'd like to so in lieu of smashing, I've taken up sexting. Some people like tennis. I say to each their own. It's supah fun and I don't have to leave my house or buy some expensive uniform. Knowing that my words are stroke fuel is stupid hot. I have a handful (tee hee) of guys that I call upon for this. My Rolodicks, if you will. But it's hard (tee hee v2.0) to find new ways to describe what I want to do to someone. I like to keep things spicy. Someties that just means adding people to the Rolodicks and seeing new reactions to old material.

Last night I was scrolling through my Facebook feed and saw a photo of a friend of mine post-workout. I jokingly commented that he should take his shirt off and whaddaya know? He sent me a topless photo.

Let me just stop and explain that this friend is not only 10 years younger than me, but in a long-term, very serious, committed relationship. Needless to say, my panties were instantly wet. Younger guys? Yes, please. Not to mention the danger-factor involved with hooking up with someone attached. (I am not as ethical as some might think.)

I asked him to take a few steps back and take another so that I can see all of him. He did. I love when they're obedient. Oh, if I could have jumped through the phone into his bedroom.

Here's the interesting part: it turns out that this friend of mine likes to photograph and take video of girls giving him a blow job. Obviously, I asked for proof. I am the owner of photos of his girlfriend sucking his dick. All hidden in my password protected safe app, of course. Now, I don't mean to be crude (yes I do) but the boy has a huge dick. I don't even know if I could get it all in my mouth. His girlfriend can't. He can't even get it all the way inside her. Poor girl. I am always up for a challenge.

Within a few minutes I get a couple photos of just his dick. Easily 9-10". FUN!! Probably in my top 3 biggest dicks I've sucked or fucked. Goddamn. Thinking about it right now is getting me wet. I told him I want it. All I could think about was getting his dick in my mouth. All I can think about now is sucking his dick.

"Oh, yeah?" he texts. "What would you do if I walked in your door?"

Just imagine my mouth.

On your neck and shoulders and chest. Stomach.

Hips and thigh. A little bite.

Now I'm close enough that you can feel my breathe on your dick.

I'd have to start slow with you. Pace myself.

I'd take my tongue and run it along your shaft. Up. To the tip.

Twirl around your head. Suck a little. Lightly.

Run my tongue back down the side.

Cup your balls in my hand and gently squeeze.

Then slowly lower my mouth around. And down.

Little by little. Stopping every so often to squeeze my mouth tighter around your big dick.

Then I'd open wide and take you all in. Get your dick all the way down my throat so I can fuck you with my mouth.

Slide up and down your cock until I can't take it. I have to have you inside me.

Do you want me on top? So you can see me moving up and down on you?

I'll get on top and move myself over you so you can dip your head into my hole.

Then more. Balls deep. Fuck. You feel so good inside me.

Put your hands on my hips. Move me up and down. Watch my tits bouncing in your face.

Then turn me over and get on top of me.

I'll wrap my legs around you and pull you deeper inside of me.

I want to feel you buried deep in my pussy. Long, deep strokes while I squeeze myself tight around you.

Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Not like those little girls who can't take a dick. Crash your cock into my wet pussy.

Split me in two. Feels so fucking good.

I'm gonna cum all over your massive cock. Get my pussy juices all over. Feel me throbbing around you.

Oh, fuck right there. Fuck I'm cuming.

Now.

Fuck yes.

I want you back in my mouth. Eyes wide open, looking up at you while your big dick glides into my throat.

Cum in my mouth. I want to drink every drop.


And he did. Hopefully next time in person.


xo
Daisy