One order for an itty bitty v-string and you are on the Victoria Secret mailing list for life. This means that you will get a little dose of super soft porn in your mail box about every other week.
On more than one occasion, my man and I have perused the catalogue with our morning coffee and ended up having some really great sex.
I start by showing him what I would buy. He shows me what he'd buy for me.
We make up funny names for the models: Horse Tooth, Freckle Face, Bedroom Eyes.
There are a few of them though, that we’ve never named.
“She is way too skinny. Yuck. That is not sexy.” (Hint for guys: Women get wet when you say this.)
As my man tosses the catalogue aside, I lunge across the couch and straddle him.
So now that I’m blogging me sexy, I want to know:
What is sexy? Really.
We all know what the American media and Victoria Secret are dishing up.
But are we eating it?
Stayed tuned for the results of my first Sexy Survey when I head out on the town and do a little investigative reporting to see how we (well, Northeast Oregonians this time around) are defining sexy.
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