So this is a bit of a long story, but I figure you depraved souls enjoy the details. I’ll try to keep the story as accurate as I can, but I’ll obviously change some names for privacy sake.
Back when I was 20, I’m 33 now, I was not as sexually open as I am currently. I would wear thongs, but typically as either a last resort, or if I put on lingerie for my boyfriend. I just didn’t like the feeling of them, I didn’t like the fabric, or the proximity of it to my asshole. No matter how long it was on, I was still aware of it. Some girls are able to just get used to it after a while, but that didn’t happen for me. I would be consciously aware of it all day, and it was irritating to me. But my boyfriend had commented a few times about me not wearing them, or made a big deal out of the abnormal day when I did. I was also a bit aware of the fact that my friends wore them much more often. I didn’t mind, but i wished I was able to be more comfortable in them. That’s the back ground.