I’m furious. There’s not a single piece of lingerie in my apartment sexy enough to match the level of pure, unadulterated lust that travels through my veins right now. I try on at least four different sets—sets that are inarguably slutty. I’m standing in front of my mirror in a sheer, black demicup bra and a matching pair of high-waisted cheeky panties. Both leave nothing to the imagination, but I still don’t feel like they’re enough.
