Eighteen

Martha

After a long hour of restlessness, I couldn’t help myself and my urges. I couldn’t even focus on the work in front of me, my mind kept straying back to what Alex said back in the cafe.

With a slightly red face, I grabbed my keys off the desk and walked back to my car.

“You’re doing this for yourself. There’s nothing wrong in buying sexy underwear for yourself,” that was my mantra as I walked through the rows of lingerie and sex items in the store.

My face burned with embarrassment and I was glad that my hoodie covered most of my face.

I was at a sex store, and I never felt more out of place than I have now.

There were lots of intimidating objects and clothing that had me staring both with awe and excitement.

I can’t remember the last time I put on lingerie or sexy outfits.

With Lucian, there was no point in doing so.

He never appreciated foreplay, he only sought for his own pleasure, talk less of for me to dress up for both him and myself. He always made me feel unsexy an