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We are living in a Vanilla World...Which Turns My Face Cherry Red!
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We are living in a Vanilla World...Which Turns My Face Cherry Red! Though I make unconventional choices for myself, I try not to inflict my lack of inhibitions on others. For example, this past weekend at a workshop full of "vanilla" women aka "civilians," people who are not acclimated to poly, public nudity or group sex, I wanted to go in the hot tub. I knew The Vanillas would arrive back at the house and, likely, would drop by to chat with me in the tub. My bathing suit was locked in the vacation rental house...but I had a suitcase full of sexy lingerie in my car. Doesn't every woman travel with a suitcase of lingerie? Or perhaps only professional Dominas do. Anyway... I pulled out of the car a lovely longish turquoise bustier (with no panties because I'd lost the G-string that came with it) and decided that was good enough. They'd see my dark pubic hair in the bubbles and assume it was the lacy bottoms. I protected their delicate sensibilities from my preference for nudity. "Good job, Angie!" I praised myself. As a further good deed, when the woman who has had sex with TWO MEN IN HER ENTIRE LIFE complimented me and asked where I got the bustier, I gave it to her. Her 38DDs looked great in it! And I got to show her how to plump her breasts up in the cups. I stared at them longingly, knowing she was about to reduce the size, and because she hadn't invited me to adore them up close. Then I hit the road... A practice I favor while driving is NO PANTIES with a skirt in order to let my lovely yoni breathe. The doctor who prescribed this practice wears long, flowing skirts. I only own short skirts so I wore my jean skirt, which hits just above my knee (Not super short, right?) as I drove into Mojave on my way back down from Yosemite. I stopped at a non-chain diner, placed my order and sat down at a booth, still listening to an audio book through my head phones, oblivious to everything around me. As I was digging into my food, a young bleached blond waitress with heavily made up eyes --thick eyeliner stripe and mauve eye shadow-- came out carrying a kitchen towel which she offered to me, whispering, "Sweetie, I don't know if you know this, but they can see...in the back." She gestured toward the cook staring through the order window. I looked up at him staring at me and then down at my skirt.  My face turned bright red and then I burst out laughing. I declined the offer of the towel but requested a "To Go" box. Now I understand why my barbecued chicken wings were so overdone! So what's your most recent experience of running smack into the vanilla world?!? {=}{=}{=} BiPolyBabe69 P.S.--No vanilla sensibilities were offended by this re-enactment of an up-the-skirt selfie taken this morning at a local IHOP. |
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5/26/2016 11:07 am |
Nice
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Ha ha some times it is a job to fit in. I tend to be nude while at home, I don't have much company, and what company I do have doesn't seem to offended. I did wake up from a nap one Sunday afternoon to someone knocking on my door. It was a young girl maybe 15, her mother was sitting on her horse right outside my window watching me then she told me that it was her daughter that was knocking on my door. It didn't seem to bother her in the least bit. If I know someone is coming over, I will be dressed Anything worth doing is worth doing right
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must have been a really nice view
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The closest I have come is showing someone some pictures on my phone and they proceeded to look in another album with a lot of naked pics of me and others doing things that might be kinky to some, but they kept looking.
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