GentlemanToBe
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So, a few years ago my wife and I started a tradition that we've come to call “Trophy Wife Day”. I plan to post in detail in the future about what exactly Trophy Wife Day entails, but it essentially boils down to a day devoted entirely to her sexual objectification (to her great pleasure, I might add). I know there are likely some in the crowd that are offended by the notion of such a day, but I hope you'll reserve judgement – or perhaps first consider the type of life she must lead if we seem only able to find one day for that sort of thing each year.
Trophy Wife Day usually culminates the way you might expect it to, and usually, for us, that involves some lingerie. In the past, my wife has taken it upon herself to choose the lingerie – she has surprised me with something new every year – but this year I've decided to take on that responsibility, and present my favourites to her as Christmas gifts.
Now it's not that I've never purchased lingerie before, it's just that I've never felt completely comfortable in doing so. I'm guessing I'm not alone there, but I'll leave it to other men to speak for themselves. In any event, as I continue to try to improve myself as a man, I have decided that this is the sort of thing that one shouldn't fear. So today, I went and picked her out a few really sexy numbers, and I have to say I really enjoyed it. Perhaps the most enjoyment came from how I was treated by the women who tended to me at the store. They were very welcoming, helpful, and flirty. They made the whole thing fun.
So it wasn't until a few hours after I'd gotten home, and was reflecting on the experience, that I really started to think about those women. Anyone who knows anything about my sexuality knows that I am very cerebral. I like a woman with an active mind and an active imagination, and I'm always curious what's going on in her head when things start to get sexual. This natural tendency of mine has gotten me incredibly curious about the minds of the girls in the lingerie store. What do they think about when men come in to buy lingerie? To they laugh, inwardly, at our varying degrees of discomfort? Do they wonder what sort of woman we're buying for, and whether she'll even be interested in our purchases? Do they flirt because they feel it helps them make their sales, or do they do it because it's fun, and makes them feel sexy?
What do you think? Is anyone as intrigued by these sorts of thoughts as I am?
Trophy Wife Day usually culminates the way you might expect it to, and usually, for us, that involves some lingerie. In the past, my wife has taken it upon herself to choose the lingerie – she has surprised me with something new every year – but this year I've decided to take on that responsibility, and present my favourites to her as Christmas gifts.
Now it's not that I've never purchased lingerie before, it's just that I've never felt completely comfortable in doing so. I'm guessing I'm not alone there, but I'll leave it to other men to speak for themselves. In any event, as I continue to try to improve myself as a man, I have decided that this is the sort of thing that one shouldn't fear. So today, I went and picked her out a few really sexy numbers, and I have to say I really enjoyed it. Perhaps the most enjoyment came from how I was treated by the women who tended to me at the store. They were very welcoming, helpful, and flirty. They made the whole thing fun.
So it wasn't until a few hours after I'd gotten home, and was reflecting on the experience, that I really started to think about those women. Anyone who knows anything about my sexuality knows that I am very cerebral. I like a woman with an active mind and an active imagination, and I'm always curious what's going on in her head when things start to get sexual. This natural tendency of mine has gotten me incredibly curious about the minds of the girls in the lingerie store. What do they think about when men come in to buy lingerie? To they laugh, inwardly, at our varying degrees of discomfort? Do they wonder what sort of woman we're buying for, and whether she'll even be interested in our purchases? Do they flirt because they feel it helps them make their sales, or do they do it because it's fun, and makes them feel sexy?
What do you think? Is anyone as intrigued by these sorts of thoughts as I am?
