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Thursday. Not long after I started writing this blog, I decided to stop tagging the posts because it took too much time to decide how to tag them.
Every now and then I check the search terms just to see what drags people here.
Mostly it’s the ass groping, boob grabbing what brings all the attention so when I see a different search term, I try to recall which post may be associated to it.

These are this past week search terms:

Of course you can see the always present ass groping there.

There is a new search term: “I thinking I waiting” which I have no idea what the person who looked for it found in this blog.

“A message to you… my ex” I’m sure they found plenty of messages I said or wanted to say to my ex but I don’t think those were very useful.

And the one that caught my eye: “I caught you looking at my panties”. That one made me think for a while. Did I ever caught someone looking at my panties? If so, how? I don’t remember I had ever recreated the Basic Instinct scene where Sharon Stone open her legs and reveals that she wasn’t wearing any panties (and I don’t think that will happen to me because I can’t be without panties for too long and if I did try to do that for someone I’m pretty sure I won’t be writing about it in this blog).

Also, I don’t think I showed my panties while I was sitting down because mostly I wear high waist pants.

And if you wear low waist pants and you catch someone looking at your panties you can feel you accomplished what you were looking for because I believe that the panties display is no accident in that case, but I may be wrong.

Another option could be that someone was searching in my night stand. But that never happened either.

The couple of times that the weather was nice and I decided to hang the wash outside, I took special care of hanging my panties on the last line and they were impossible to see unless you removed all the other clothes in front of them.

So the last option is my ex mother in law. Remember the time when I asked a friend to get red panties for my cousin, put them in a bag with my name and let them in my ex’s house? That had to be it. The super nosy and invasive woman couldn’t resist the urge to know what was in the bag that had my name and had to look.
I’m really sorry I didn’t catch her looking at my panties, I would have LOVED to see her face when she saw the red tiny panties delivered to her son’s house. Take that, bitch!

See what happens when I have time to think?

~ by DotedOn on March 10, 2016.