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Adrienne’s Ironic Lingerie
“Did you say ‘erotic lingerie’?”"No, ironic lingerie. It’s erotic, too, of course. But this was not the point I was making.” Adrienne’s eyes glinted with sharp intelligence and dry humor, as they usually do.

Okay. I had no idea what she was talking about. But I was used to that. I love Adrienne madly, and when her eyes glimmer that way she can speak nonsense or Old Norse, and I won’t mind.

Furthermore, I’d learned that this was a woman who could teach me a thong or two about underwear, and that the lessons were always most enjoyable. Like the night she’d explained “boyshorts” to me - with the vivid, hands-on approach favored by all the best teachers.

“What do you mean you want to show me your ‘boyshorts’?” I said cluelessly. “Is all your own underwear in the laundry or something?”

Adrienne tried not to laugh too hard as she slipped off her jeans. She didn’t say a word as she rubbed her palms slowly along her hips, emphasizing how nicely the “boyish” cut of these baby-blue panties flattered a feminine shape. A flutter or two of her fingers along the front served to underscore that these ultra-brief briefs had no fly, and that they had been designed for nobody but a girl. Even before she turned around to slap her own butt cheeks and show off the way the perky cotton hugged them, I was sold.

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