November 24th, 2002


In olden days, a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking...

Finally feeling awake enough to post coherently, after Erotica yesterday when we shopped until we (almost literally) dropped. I'm just glad I decided to wear flat shoes -- and impressed that I managed to survive over 12 hours in a 26-inch-waist corset!

Let's see if I can remember where my money actually went: some posh fudge from "Back to the Past Confections" (not very erotic, but dangerously delicious), a riding crop (which either carelessness or criminality managed to lift from my bag while we were shopping, so huge thanks to Sion for buying me a replacement!), a subscription to the Erotic Review, a moderately petite inflatable toy (not for me), and a metal finger-claw (très pred, but cheap and cute). Oh, and dinner at PizzaExpress afterwards.

I think you could say that I was comparatively restrained (at least, I let other people buy the restraints this time). And when I got home, I discovered that Sion had managed to buy me a fantastic black lycra catsuit while my attention was elsewhere. It fits almost entirely unlike a glove -- at least, I've never owned such a perfectly figure-hugging glove before.

I must admit that before yesterday I was thinking that it was going to be a bit pointless going to a showroom full of erotic paraphenalia, given that my libido has been practically nonexistent for the past goodness-knows-how-many months; however, I think it actually helped.


Still can't believe lnr got her belly-button pierced on impulse like that. Can't wait to see it when the piercing's healed enough to show off in public! Not to mention another impulsive piercee who will remain nameless until/unless they decide to mention it themselves...
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