Dress up time
Well, it’s time to get ready for my date. The outfit that you have sent me is lying on the bed. I just have to raise the nerve to put it on. A large glass of white wine, may help, I tell myself as I pour it with a slightly trembling hand. I sip it slowly as I look over the various parts of my costume for the night. With a small sigh of anticipation I put down the glass and step out of my dressing gown. ‘In for a penny . . ‘ I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my...