How old is too old to fuck in the backseat of a car? The answer is: I should have stretched first.

It's no secret how much I like fucking younger guys. It's hot. Don't hate. Well, how about fucking a younger guy in the backseat of my coupe? Uh huh. I win.

So did he.

It started out an an innocent date of Chinese takeout in the park. But it was getting cold so we decided to sit in my car. When we finished eating we talked a little and then kissing happened. I sat on his lap, facing him, straddling him. His neck was ticklish. That made me want to lick it even more.

I can't remember who took my shirt off, but then his was off, too, and we were pressed against each other. Skin against skin. Tongues entwined.

"Do you want me to take my pants off?" I whispered seductively.

He moaned and they were off. My lacy, orange panties were soaked. Within seconds he placed me on the seat, spread my legs, pushed my panties to the side and had his head between my legs. All I could feel was his tongue inside me. Somehow my panties disappeared, enabling him to lick my pussy with more ease. I am getting goosebumps right now thinking about his mouth on me. I was sweating and moaning and in that moment wanted to get his dick in my mouth; wanted to return the favor.

His pants disappeared into whatever abyss mine had fallen into and we shifted around the tight space of my coupe, trying to figure out how to continue. It was precarious, but I made him sit and wrapped my mouth around his cock.

"That's better than I remember," he said, alluding to previous blow jobs, I suppose.

Just wait, I thought to myself. Then I did those things I like to do and licked those places that he may not have realized existed. His look of pleasure and surprise confirmed this and prompted me to continue. The more he moaned, the more I enjoyed myself. A little ego boost? Perhaps. But I think more than that I was genuinely enjoying making him feel good. He is definitely someone who deserves pleasure and it was worth my sore legs and back the next day.

He pulled me on top of him and I know he could feel how wet I was. I was dripping all over his lap. Kissing. Arms around each other. Caressing. Grinding our hips together. I moved so that he slipped inside me and then I slowed down. Gliding myself up and down. There was so much wetness between us. Then back in my mouth again and I could taste myself on him.

He grabbed me, urgently, and brought my face to his. Inside me again. I turned around for a little Reverse Cowgirl action and increased the pace, bouncing up and down. He tried to lay me down, but the car was too small and there was no good angle for penetration. Frustrated, I flipped over and lay him down, getting on top of him.

The windows were steamed and it smelled like sweat. I rode him faster and faster, my hands pressing on the ceiling of the car and I could hear myself growling. The look of pleasure on his face made me slow down and push deeper. I could feel myself getting closer to climax. I pressed my body against his while I squeezed my pussy tight around him. I came in pulses, that made my legs shake. I knew my legs won't hold out so I moved down and put him in my mouth. I wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to cum in my mouth. He did. Oh, boy, he did. Never have I had so much cum in my mouth. I was impressed.

You know what else is impressive? I wrote this whole damn story one-handed.

xo
Daisy

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

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

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

Today I Stop Fucking Around and Just Post Something.

Fuck the template. I just want to start writing. I can make the page look pretty later, right? Will this keep me from getting you as a reader? If I can't decide between a flowery swirly jawn in the background and plain grey, will you still love me?

My goals:

I want you to get to know me.

I want you to lust for me.

And when you can't take it anymore,

I want you to by my used panties.

I've spent the last few months trying to think of an angle for this. What persona should I present that will make people want me? I finally decided to just be myself. I can't pretend to be something I'm not. This blog is going to be brutal honestly. I'm just gonna lay it all out there. I'm not a 25-year-old poor college student and I can't pretend to be. But I like to feel sexy. When I turn someone on, that turns me on. I want to use this blog to turn you on, and in turn, get myself wet.

The blog version of putting my hand down your pants.

I'm 30-something-or-other, I'm nerdy, I like punk rock music and I love wearing sexy undies. I could be having one of those sweat pants and t-shirt days, but underneath there is always something lacy. I'm also broke like a joke and I can't afford to buy more silky things at this rate. If you buy them, I can get more. Yum.

This blog will be a compilations of sexiness. Fictional stories. Factual recounts. Photoshoots. When you read it, you'll be compelled to ask me to take off my panties. And I will. Then send them to you.

xo
Daisy