In preparation for Valentine’s Day or S.A.D. (Single
Awareness Day) I have written a letter to my favorite pair of sexy
underwear. Don’t worry, this is suitable
for work. My sexy underwear is neither
racy nor obscene but probably better suited to a mother of four, trying to come
to terms with her perceived “ruined” body. Let’s read on shall we?
Ahem…. *whips on reading glasses* *imagines its James Earl
Jones reading this*
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| Mmm....yes.... |
Dear Sexy Underwear,
I must congratulate you on this highest accolade. I knew you were my sexiest pair, black with a
bit of lace around the waist band, when I first laid eyes on you. Shortly after my 30th birthday
party, when my mom slyly handed over a gift bag from Soma Intimates. Her well-intentioned present to assist me in
my laughably non-existent love life. You
were nestled among two seamless, nude-colored everyday bras and multiple pairs
of seamless briefs in an array of colors.
I knew you were my sexy pair, because you were black and….well, that’s it
really, sorry.