My lucky knickers

Do you have a pair of lucky knickers?

These always get me laid.

ALWAYS.

Except today. I wore them because I ran out of underwear – obviously the laundry fairy hasn’t visited so I didn’t have any clean ones. Or I could possibly have some clean ones, in the great big pile of clean washing waiting to be put away. Oh laundry fairy, where are you?! Plus I now remember why I don’t like g-strings with literal strings on them. I feel like I have something trying to cut my ass open. How do girls wear these every day?!

So anyway, these undies, they are black satin with clips on either side that make them easy access. You know those clips they are like the back of bikini tops but smaller. They latch on and latch off. Instead of bows I have one hand unclip knickers.

Think these, but with clips on the side…

I remember a night we went out for a friend’s birthday many many years ago to some goth night somewhere and I thought I’d wear my lucky knickers and see if anything happened – I generally don’t do Goths as I just don’t find them sexually appetising. So I got all dressed up, in a corset – which there’s a picture of me in one, with one of my beautiful velvet skirts that had a split up the side all the way to the waist with buttons down so you could undo them to whatever thigh length you wanted. And my knickers.

The thing I really get bored with at goth events is the fact that no one wants to be stupid and silly. And then we arrived. A bunch of misfits that don’t really fit the goth scene very well. For one, we’re loud. We laugh a lot. We drink, we grope each other inappropriately, we make out with each other’s husbands and wives and mostly? We have a bloody good time. It ruffles feathers apparently. Who knew?

As we danced and groped, I noticed a guy standing leaning against the bar staring at me. I asked my friend if there was something on my face. She advised me there wasn’t. So when I went to get a drink of water he touched my arm and asked if I came to these events often. When I mentioned that we only go so goth events annually he looked a bit confused. You see, for his birthday my friends husband gets to choose where we all go. He always chooses a goth event. Probably being that he’s more goth than a roomful of us put together.

I’m sure the guy asked me about how our nights going and why we were there. He was cute enough as I scoped him out. Tall, I do like them tall… he had a good amount of hair and he smelled divine. I think it was his scent that drew me more than anything.

That and his smile.

After about 15 minutes of talking about inconsequential things that didn’t really matter in any shape or form, I had mentally decided that I would totally go there if he was interested. So after another 15 minutes of talking we somehow made it to the wall where he was plastered against me and his hand couldn’t stay out of the slit in my skirt so I moved his hand a fraction of an inch to the left and whispered in his ear that I had easy access underwear on as his fingers grazed the satin. He grinned at me and said he wanted to see, so I hiked up my skirt and showed him. He was transfixed and asked if he could try to get them off with one hand. I literally had to bat his hands away and remind him that we’re in a public venue. So we went back to making out, except his hand wasn’t just on my thighs anymore… it was all over.

When I got tapped on the shoulder about midnight, my friends advised that they wanted to go home and shag for his birthday now, they were over dancing I laughed and agreed. I looked at the guy I’d been swapping DNA with and smiled as I said I have to go now. It was lovely making out with you.

He held my hand as my friends tried to pull me away. I might have laughed at him. After a brief moment of eye conversation with my friend I offered for him to join us and make out more. He was delighted with the offer and followed us home like a puppy dog.

As my friends ran off to lock themselves in their room I dragged cute boy into the front room that was unofficially my bedroom. We spent the night having wickedly wonderful sex. He asked what the rope was tied to the bed for, I told him and before I could finish my sentence he had me tied up and begging for more. For a straight non-kinky guy, he picked up the ropes pretty quickly – especially with orgasm denial to the point of me nearly crying.

I think we may have gotten a few hours sleep.

He faded away the next day into the crowd at the pub we went to for breakfast/lunch. I waved and didn’t care that I didn’t have his phone number.

I later found out that he had a girlfriend and they were living together.

I hope for her sake they had an open relationship.

For my sake however? My magic knickers got me totally laid, again… and it was sooooooo worth it.