
The borderline girl gave me this dress and jewelry as I visited her. Being back at my home, I decided to dress up at the evening. I decided not to wear underwear :p the dress felt very nice on my shaved body, very soft and comfy.
It was a bit to large, it always felt down from my left shoulder. But it didn´t really bother me. Not at all. I looked even more naughty this way. The jewelry on my hair made me look innoncent. So innoncent and naughty, fatal combination ^^
This is my favorite pic btw. Interesting fact, some of the jewelry I bought in a supermarket :p some of the braceletts and the whole makeup I had have been a gift of a Nurse which worked together with me in the past. She gave them to me as I told her that I dress sometimes. That was after I left my wife. The borderline girl knew about the Nurse. She hated her. The Nurse hated her too. They never met, but they hated each other. Later after I left the Borderline Girl I have been coupled for a few months with the Nurse. That was the last Gf I had. Since then it doesn´t want to work for me anymore. No way, no chance, I meet and talk just to dumb girls, time is passing, over 16 months now, nothing happens. Like I am stucked. I doubt that I ever will have a Gf again. Things are to complicated nowadays. Females are to complicated, I am to complicated and dating apps and social media don´t bring people together, they rather keep the distance between people.
But at this time I was happy. I had a relationship, I had a job, I had an appartment, Covid was about to start, but it still was not there, not in our minds. So yes, I was happy. I thought the future will become good. I will live as I wanted to live, I will be free, I was so happy, couldn´t wait the good future to start. If I would have knew then........Good that I didn´t.
The hair on this pic the Borderline Girl bought for me too. I liked it. First time she used it on me with make-up, I just thought omg WOW! I looked hispanic on the pics I made, or better said, she made. That ain´t this pics here :) But I will show them off too.
This was the short story of me, wearing once a dress from a girlfriend. I never will wear this dress again, cause I don´t have it anymore. Like many things in my Life, this pics mean memories for me. They remember me that I had good times too. Nobody can say if I will have good times again. But this gives hope :)
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