Dear Mr. Batman,
As promised, I'm writing to you before the Chinese New Year. My steadfast supporter and daring buyer, I would like to share my deepest gratitude for our incredible journey in the world of panty selling.
Your unwavering support over the years, indulging in 85 pairs of panties from me, is nothing short of remarkable. Each pair symbolizes a unique and intimate chapter in our ongoing story. Beyond the panties, your generosity in sponsoring my daily expenses has created a bond that transcends mere transactions. Your continued presence in this journey is invaluable to me.
Reflecting on our experiences, one stands out vividly: the Lace Pearl Beaded Thong adventure. You asked me to buy it from Shein and wear it for just 6 hours. Little did I know, the pearls would be so daringly uncomfortable, creating a sensation with every step. Yet, you were curious about my experience, adding depth to our interaction.
We've also navigated through location debates and miscommunications. I'm grateful for your understanding and flexibility, especially when you always agreed to my preferred location.
And then there's the time you offered an incredible $100 for a pair, surpassing my usual rate. This gesture, acknowledging the efforts I put into travel and preparation, was deeply touching. I even offered a second pair as a token of appreciation, but you declined.
In closing, Mr. Batman, I want to express my heartfelt thanks for your loyal patronage. Also, a special shoutout to Aloy, another key part of this unique journey. Here's to many more memorable moments.
Warm regards, Alicia
WISH YOU GUYS AN EARLY HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!
Saturday, 3 February 2024
Tuesday, 16 January 2024
Mayday concert
Hey guys, did any of you attend the Mayday concert last weekend? I certainly did, and it was absolutely electrifying, especially the part on the boat.
But, that's not the main focus of this post. I want to share a rather embarrassing moment from that day.
I had chosen to wear a straw mini pencil skirt along with a one-shoulder top, thinking that we'd have seats in the PA or PB section. To my surprise, we ended up in the regular rows.
To make matters worse, my skirt turned out to be quite short, and our seats were way up high, maybe just two rows from the very top. Trust me, it was not my intention but I couldn't help but be paranoid that the people sitting below me probably had a clear view of my bottom.
But, that's not the main focus of this post. I want to share a rather embarrassing moment from that day.
I had chosen to wear a straw mini pencil skirt along with a one-shoulder top, thinking that we'd have seats in the PA or PB section. To my surprise, we ended up in the regular rows.
To make matters worse, my skirt turned out to be quite short, and our seats were way up high, maybe just two rows from the very top. Trust me, it was not my intention but I couldn't help but be paranoid that the people sitting below me probably had a clear view of my bottom.
Friday, 12 January 2024
G-string VS V-string
Today was an adventure as I travelled to NYP to finalise a deal. My buyer insisted on receiving the item fresh, so I wore it until the last moment. Initially, the plan was to drop it off at P block, but he was still in a lesson and couldn't excuse himself. So, considerately, I trekked to his block at D.
I was cautious about potential recording since there were last-minute changes. I strategically left the item where there were no cameras or people. He struggled to find it too, adding an unexpected twist. Surprisingly, he later accused me of cheating him, claiming he wanted a "G-string" instead of a "V-string." After some debate, we realised he actually wanted a crotchless type.
I was cautious about potential recording since there were last-minute changes. I strategically left the item where there were no cameras or people. He struggled to find it too, adding an unexpected twist. Surprisingly, he later accused me of cheating him, claiming he wanted a "G-string" instead of a "V-string." After some debate, we realised he actually wanted a crotchless type.
Monday, 1 January 2024
1st day of 2024
Happy New Year to all of you! Just got back home after spending the night with my poly friends. It wasn't exactly a wild party, more of a laid-back gathering. I joined in after the countdown, and to my surprise, a good number of them were already quite intoxicated when I arrived.
I ended up hanging out with a few friends while enjoying the barbecue. The night extended into the early morning, as I found myself engaged in a lengthy conversation with my best friend from Poly. She went through a tough breakup just two months ago, betrayed by her ex.
The morning crept up unexpectedly, and I was abruptly pulled out of my dazed state at 11 am for another round of mahjong. I must admit, I was still in a bit of a daze when they dragged me out of the room. Awkwardly enough, I found myself still clad in my tank top, bandeau, and FBT shorts.
As the mahjong game unfolded, I couldn't help but notice some of the guys stealing glances in my direction. The attention was a bit uncomfortable, considering my less-than-perfect morning appearance.
I decided to call it quits after just one game, encompassing the cardinal points of North, South, East, and West. My hunger took precedence, and the pressing need to get home prompted my early exit from the mahjong session.
I ended up hanging out with a few friends while enjoying the barbecue. The night extended into the early morning, as I found myself engaged in a lengthy conversation with my best friend from Poly. She went through a tough breakup just two months ago, betrayed by her ex.
The morning crept up unexpectedly, and I was abruptly pulled out of my dazed state at 11 am for another round of mahjong. I must admit, I was still in a bit of a daze when they dragged me out of the room. Awkwardly enough, I found myself still clad in my tank top, bandeau, and FBT shorts.
As the mahjong game unfolded, I couldn't help but notice some of the guys stealing glances in my direction. The attention was a bit uncomfortable, considering my less-than-perfect morning appearance.
Friday, 22 December 2023
The lost bet (Xav's edition)
Hey everyone, Christmas is just around the corner! Are you all feeling the excitement? Well, if you're not, I definitely am. Don't ask me why, but wait for my upcoming post.
Today, I've got a hilarious story to share about a recent event involving Xav. (And yes, I did get his approval to spill the beans.)
So, a few days back, as a punishment for losing a bet, I made Xav wear my FBT shorts and go jogging at night. The catch? Most of my FBT shorts have no lining, and some are even in neon colours. He tried bargaining his way out of the punishment and being a good sport, I gave him a chance to choose. There was just one catch – he had to do it blindfolded.
Now, here's the twist: he ended up picking the maroon one with no inner lining. He did try to plead for a second chance, but unfortunately, no dice.
The beginning was promising, as he handled the situation well and kept his composure. However, as we started jogging towards the park, it became clear that the shorts were a tad too short and tight on him, giving off a, well, let's say, "gay" vibe. He kept pulling down his tee in an attempt to cover up, but it didn't help much.
It was all in good fun, but once we hit the jogging trail, it was evident that this dare was too much for poor Xav.
With other joggers around, Xav was practically hiding more than jogging, especially as we passed by the dog park area. The dog owners were giving him curious looks, and it was honestly hilarious to see him in such an awkward position. It added an extra layer of amusement to our already entertaining night of jogging. Before we started to jog back to my block, I purposely disturbed him, a mischievous glint in my eyes. I smacked his butt and touches the front part of his shorts. Guess what? He got hardened within sec.
Interestingly, it wasn't normal hardening but those with strong pulsation. The bulge was really big, and I swear I could see it twitching (he was wearing underwear too).
Ends up we had to hide at the void deck, for him to cool down. We sat at the void deck for at least 30 minutes. I even volunteered to suck him off but was rejected. The funny part was when he claimed he was good to go, and when we were about to go off, as fate would have it, it got hardened again just because two female joggers walked past us and looked at us.
That's how we spent 30 minutes at the void deck. Although he suffered through his self-imposed punishment, I rewarded him before we turned in for the night by allowing him to "shoot" on my chest.
Today, I've got a hilarious story to share about a recent event involving Xav. (And yes, I did get his approval to spill the beans.)
So, a few days back, as a punishment for losing a bet, I made Xav wear my FBT shorts and go jogging at night. The catch? Most of my FBT shorts have no lining, and some are even in neon colours. He tried bargaining his way out of the punishment and being a good sport, I gave him a chance to choose. There was just one catch – he had to do it blindfolded.
Now, here's the twist: he ended up picking the maroon one with no inner lining. He did try to plead for a second chance, but unfortunately, no dice.
The beginning was promising, as he handled the situation well and kept his composure. However, as we started jogging towards the park, it became clear that the shorts were a tad too short and tight on him, giving off a, well, let's say, "gay" vibe. He kept pulling down his tee in an attempt to cover up, but it didn't help much.
It was all in good fun, but once we hit the jogging trail, it was evident that this dare was too much for poor Xav.
With other joggers around, Xav was practically hiding more than jogging, especially as we passed by the dog park area. The dog owners were giving him curious looks, and it was honestly hilarious to see him in such an awkward position. It added an extra layer of amusement to our already entertaining night of jogging. Before we started to jog back to my block, I purposely disturbed him, a mischievous glint in my eyes. I smacked his butt and touches the front part of his shorts. Guess what? He got hardened within sec.
Interestingly, it wasn't normal hardening but those with strong pulsation. The bulge was really big, and I swear I could see it twitching (he was wearing underwear too).
Ends up we had to hide at the void deck, for him to cool down. We sat at the void deck for at least 30 minutes. I even volunteered to suck him off but was rejected. The funny part was when he claimed he was good to go, and when we were about to go off, as fate would have it, it got hardened again just because two female joggers walked past us and looked at us.
That's how we spent 30 minutes at the void deck. Although he suffered through his self-imposed punishment, I rewarded him before we turned in for the night by allowing him to "shoot" on my chest.
Saturday, 9 December 2023
Back to back wedding event (Part 2)
The next day, I went to another wedding, this one for my poly friend. It was a church wedding scheduled for noon. I woke up early with the specific intention of carefully selecting my dress, being mindful that it was a church ceremony. The only available option I had at that moment happened to be a swing dress. I even checked thoroughly to make sure my thong wasn't visible.
Xav didn't join me as he had plans with his brothers. So, I ended up going with my poly friends.
The bride's walk down the aisle was touching, and perhaps due to the church's lighting and music, it had a slightly dramatic feel, almost like a scene from Crazy Rich Asians, though, of course, they weren't that wealthy.
Everything went smoothly during the solemnisation and the prayers. It was during the photo session that our group went up on stage for a group picture. Initially, everything was fine, but when the bride, who happened to be my friend, ordered me to take another photo, I was intercepted by an auntie. Despite her elegant appearance, she decided to lecture me on my outfit. She criticized my inappropriate undergarments, stating that I shouldn't have worn skimpy panties to a holy place.
I was momentarily shocked that she knew I was wearing a thong, and just as I was about to ask, the bride decided to join in. The auntie then informed my friend that I shouldn't be allowed in the church because I wasn't deemed holy enough. Trust me, it was pretty embarrassing as people started looking at us.
Things improved when my friend directed her towards her bridesmaids. I later learned that the aunty was a high-ranking church member and had a habit of doing this to girls or ladies. Always talk about self-love and dress modestly. My friend advised me to simply ignore her.
I wasn't deeply affected by her unkind words, but I was more surprised that she could notice I was wearing a thong.
Xav didn't join me as he had plans with his brothers. So, I ended up going with my poly friends.
The bride's walk down the aisle was touching, and perhaps due to the church's lighting and music, it had a slightly dramatic feel, almost like a scene from Crazy Rich Asians, though, of course, they weren't that wealthy.
Everything went smoothly during the solemnisation and the prayers. It was during the photo session that our group went up on stage for a group picture. Initially, everything was fine, but when the bride, who happened to be my friend, ordered me to take another photo, I was intercepted by an auntie. Despite her elegant appearance, she decided to lecture me on my outfit. She criticized my inappropriate undergarments, stating that I shouldn't have worn skimpy panties to a holy place.
I was momentarily shocked that she knew I was wearing a thong, and just as I was about to ask, the bride decided to join in. The auntie then informed my friend that I shouldn't be allowed in the church because I wasn't deemed holy enough. Trust me, it was pretty embarrassing as people started looking at us.
Things improved when my friend directed her towards her bridesmaids. I later learned that the aunty was a high-ranking church member and had a habit of doing this to girls or ladies. Always talk about self-love and dress modestly. My friend advised me to simply ignore her.
I wasn't deeply affected by her unkind words, but I was more surprised that she could notice I was wearing a thong.
Friday, 8 December 2023
Back to back wedding events ( Part 1)
Hey everyone, happy holiday month! Let's savour the last few weeks before we bid farewell to this year.
So, last Friday, I attended a colleague's wedding in the evening. I chose to wear a wrap dress from Love, Bonito that covered up to my mid-thigh. (Honestly, I did not plan for any naughty act). Xav did not join me because the Hongbao was a bit on the expensive side.
The dinner and the event were absolutely fantastic. I indulged in several drinks, and the whole evening went smoothly, considering most of my colleagues were in attendance.
After the events, a few of us extended the night with a drink. Given the late hour, we settled on the nearest bar we could find. Upon arrival, we were surprised to find it bustling with people, and we ended up with a high table (not much of a choice there).
Honestly, I hadn't planned on finding myself in any embarrassing situations, but, you know, incidents happen. A few minutes after getting comfortable, a lady from another table approached me and kindly informed me that my panties were visible to her table, which included both men and women.
Even worse, she had to explain it twice. The first time, she mentioned seeing my pinky, and I was genuinely perplexed. Then, she clarified, making it painfully clear that it was my pink panty.
So, last Friday, I attended a colleague's wedding in the evening. I chose to wear a wrap dress from Love, Bonito that covered up to my mid-thigh. (Honestly, I did not plan for any naughty act). Xav did not join me because the Hongbao was a bit on the expensive side.
The dinner and the event were absolutely fantastic. I indulged in several drinks, and the whole evening went smoothly, considering most of my colleagues were in attendance.
After the events, a few of us extended the night with a drink. Given the late hour, we settled on the nearest bar we could find. Upon arrival, we were surprised to find it bustling with people, and we ended up with a high table (not much of a choice there).
Honestly, I hadn't planned on finding myself in any embarrassing situations, but, you know, incidents happen. A few minutes after getting comfortable, a lady from another table approached me and kindly informed me that my panties were visible to her table, which included both men and women.
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