Dear Diary !
What happened last night, shouldn’t have. But it wasn’t entirely my fault. Or was it? No. Most certainly not. In Fact i had no role to play in it at all. It happened to me. I am the Victim here, if anything. But why do I feel a deep sense of guilt within? Let me try and piece back the story from the bits I can recollect.
I was invited to Sean’s dinner party. He was finally going to introduce me to his friends as a token of his commitment to our now year-long relationship. I remember being nervous. I knew that his friends had a heavy influence on who he dates. I wanted to impress them all. After all i loved Sean. Almost to the point of madness.
I dressed up sharp in my new black satin slip dress that i had been wanting to wear for Sean. He was really into Satin. The dress fit me beautifully with a snug body fit. I knew Sean wouldn’t approve of me wearing this infront of his guy friends but i thought ‘what the hell’, the agenda for tonight was to impress those very friends. Also, given that I’d likely be spending the night at Sean’s place, I put on my matching pearl white minimal thongs and polka dot cotton lacy bra.