Rebound Sex, Rebound Sexy, Rebound Femininely Desirable

You've heard it a thousand times, rebound sex, rebound love, rebound blind to your best interest. I was dumped for a younger woman, my things on the sidewalk, the locks changed. Not a word, just a college girl seen going and coming from where I used to sleep.

I went home for a while, then moved back to Seattle, lived with a friend. I changed jobs, something more interactive, nothing remote. I got a job as a hostess at a gallery that put on art exhibitions. A place where my artistic soul could be nourished, no more 'tech', which was really a call center.

The woman was nurturing, she felt my pain, she introduced me around, a totally new crowd, older, rich, influential. I didn't expect that a man would be interested. He had a habit of taking in down and out girls. In no time he was fucking me, and slapping my naked behind in the morning. He loved buying girls clothes, trinkets, taking them on holidays. The proverbial arm candy, in return for g*fts, money, sex. He didn't care that I was a hurt girl, it just meant he had to work harder to seduce me.

One afternoon, I was off on Mondays, I was shopping for sexy underwear. I had been to the spa earlier, freshly groomed, my pussy the way he liked it. Now I needed some special underwear. I was at a lingerie boutique, the sales girl all over me. She helped me choose, standing naked with her, she chose to flatter my pussy. Lots of girls came to see her, men liked their little ladies in pretty underwear. When money is no object?

After several pair of panties she turned her attention to my titties. Bra after bra, finding the ones that accentuated my titty movement. Your boyfriend wants his lady to move natural, nothing is better than an almost nothing bra, to cover your titties. I left several hundred dollars later, with such a small bag with my new goodies.

I wore my new panties, let him kiss my pussy. I wore my bra under a small top, he loved the way I looked for him. A few hundred dollars made me feel so desirable, nothing I had ever felt before. I 'wanted' him to fuck me. I didn't realize I was falling in love with him.

I learned something, when you wear underthings, wear things that make you desirable. Men want pretty, men want sexy, who gives a fuck about equal, being wanted sexually tops everything. And for a few hundred dollars for new undies and a freshly shaved pussy, he'll turn off the game to fuck you.