I'm a girl. What's a GHD?
Thongs. I usually wear girl-shorts or fairly sensible knickers (comfort and practicality, plus, if you buy knickers a size too big you don't get such a bad vpl).
Anyway, I was prevailed upon by the incumbent BF to wear something more sexy, so I thought I would practice wearing the hated thong. I decided to wear one to go shopping in the local Sainsburys (although the type of supermarket is not central to the story). I drove there, parked up, got my trolley. I started walking round the shop, feeling rather sexy, it must be said, when, to my horror and extreme discomfort, the bloody thing sort of slipped sideways. Instead of the thong-bit sort of riding flat between my erm, cheeks (as it were) it was now BETWEEN them. It was made of nylon and there were scratchy bits! OMG! What to do? Had jeans on, couldn't fish it out of ar$e-crack because the shop was full. So I sort of clenched a bit, and wriggled a bit, and tried by sheer force of will (and I'm absolutely sure I was making a very odd face by this time) to somehow move it.
I got round the shop, paid, and out into the car park, the mental effort had me sweating by this time. I got to my car, abandoned the trolley and scooted between my car and the car parked next to me. Joyously, (and thinking I was in private) I stuck my hand down the back of my jeans, and with a great sigh of relief I jerked the offending thong back into the comfort zone. I sagged against my car, relaxed … and noticed there was a man sitting in the next car watching with great interest…