Slut-shaming: A Lazy Man’s Defense

A tale of contrasts

Photo by LOGAN WEAVER on Unsplash

The topic of my underwear does not deserve a separate chapter but it does. Black lace or red? I think I prefer the red, against my skin. The red feels nicer, luxurious. Your fingers dance over the lace and tease me through the fabric. Don’t go inside just yet.

Not the hands of my husband he was long gone. My skin recoiled by his touch long before…