BOTTOMS WORN WITHOUT PANTIES

LEGGINGS

I WEAR THESE LEGGINGS ON THE DAILY, WITH NOTHING UNDERNEATH.

THEY SLIDE BETWEEN MY THIGHS, RIDE UP MY ASS, & SOAK UP EVERY DROP OF SWEAT, SCENT, & SPILL THAT HAPPENS... ESPECIALLY WHEN I’M TURNED ON.

SOMETIMES I TOUCH MYSELF IN THEM, SOMETIMES I DRIP JUST FROM WALKING.
EITHER WAY — THEY STAY ON.
NO WIPING. NO LINING. JUST FILTH.

YOU’RE GETTING THE PAIR THAT’S BEEN WARMED BY HOURS OF MY BODY HEAT…
& RUINED BY WHAT I LEAKED INTO THEM BEFORE I PULLED THEM OFF.

SHORTS

IT WAS HOT OUT SO I SLIPPED INTO THESE SOFT SHORTS — BARE.
NO PANTIES, JUST MY PUSSY PRESSING INTO THE FABRIC & SOAKING IT… ALL DAY.

THESE RODE UP WHEN I SAT DOWN. THESE STUCK TO ME WHEN I STOOD UP.
THESE SHORTS BECAME WARM, DAMP, FILLED WITH EVERYTHING I DIDN’T BOTHER TO WIPE AWAY.

I BENT OVER IN THEM ON PURPOSE — IN STORES, IN HALLWAYS, IN FRONT OF STRANGERS — KNOWING DAMN WELL I WAS DRIPPING & THEY’D NEVER SEE WHAT YOU GET TO OWN.

THESE AREN’T JUST SHORTS. 
THEY’RE EVIDENCE THAT I LOVE BEING BAD IN PLAIN SIGHT — & THAT I WANTED TO GET CAUGHT… FOR YOU.