Oooh, I want this!
I found this lace-bodiced peignoir set that would look SO sexy on my wife, Delia, so I bookmarked it online, which then told me about someone else who’d tumbled the same very mature (yet 80’s retro) gown and robe: a young (not at all mature) woman fantasizing about marriage.
Complete with visions of white veils and romantic cuddly-yet-intimate man+woman couples, she also features quotes from contemporary Christians like this:
I can’t help thinking about how this particular womanly nightgown fits into a chaste young lady’s visions of the perfect, loving, bible-true marriage. Did she ever dress up in her mom’s or friends’ moms’ discarded nightgowns the way my friends and I did, developing a love for slippery shiny nylon and slutty vintage porno lace? Or has she never ever ever felt the cool wind of nylon gliding over her naked body and peach-fuzz hairs? My guess is the latter.
As much as part of me sees the storybook silliness of her obsessions and fantasies, a bigger part of me senses the sensual enchantment amongst the bible verses and Christian music and all the pretty fairytale details that are so decadent yet pure, knowing that there is poignant, raw, desire and obsession among the fluffy white rabbits wearing sparkly tiaras and the super-short cut-off jeans turning Daisy Duke into a princess by adding white Battenburg lace trim to the denim. This is a girl with an imagination and love of detail who can’t help wondering what it will feel like and look like. This is a girl who longs for the day when her prince charming takes off his white poet’s shirt and holds her tight with strong arms against his blazing hot naked torso, telling her how she’s so so pretty he can’t bear to leg her go . . . and now that they’re married, she can officially be sexy JUST FOR HIM in her clean nylon nighty smelling of her cedar hope chest.
What will it feel like when they are *joined* and she is exposed and the whole loving encounter is sanctified by God? What are all the pleasures she wants to learn to provide with the blessing of the church? Will she love Prince Charming’s cum or daintily ignore its dripping wetness?