Several months ago some of the naturist regulars got together and put together an undie-swap contri idea. Basically you'd buy a pair of undies for a randomly-selected participant and trade them through the mail, then take pics of the results. We were lucky enough to trade with Rose, one of the nicest people you could hope to meet. Fortunately, she's also understanding, because, true to form, we are sooooo late! Everyone else did theirs months ago, and we couldn't even get them submitted in the same year. *Sigh* See if anyone wants to trade with us again! They'll be all, "Fran & Paolo? Yeah, right! I wanna see the pics before I die of old age!" Sorry, Rose, we'll try to make it up somehow...someday... :)
It is sometimes hard for me to retain a realistic outlook when I have a tendency to default to utter optimism and hope. It sometimes displays my extreme naivete, but what can I say? After all, you can take a girl out of the suburbs, but you can't get that overly-protective, sheltered and safe upbringing off of the girl! At the urging of emails and comments posted here, I have decided to take some control in my guy situation and back off for awhile. The worst case scenario is that if I miss him that bad, I can just watch some of those videos we took on my site. LOL. He is just lucky I felt so comfortable to do some of that stuff with him and gave him access to me in so many ways. I had set aside these photos to surprise him with on his birthday, but my flatmate suggested I send them in. As she put it, he doesn't deserve them! And here I was prepared to use them as a means to entice him into some of my fantasies about sex in a skirt. My flatmate likes to tease me that she knows what I'm doing when I return home wearing a skirt or dress, then immediately lock myself in my room for a spell. What can I say? The problem with feeling like such a dork and being so easily embarassed is that when my only response is blushing, it means that I can't deny it!