Baby, I went shopping today, and I was thinking about you the entire time. Not the groceries. Not the boring stuff. I was in the lingerie section, holding up the prettiest little things, imagining your face when I describe them to you.
I found this set that I knew you would love. Soft lace, the kind that barely covers anything but somehow makes everything look even better. The color is this deep, rich red that makes my skin glow. And the best part? I am wearing it right now. Just for you. Just for this moment, so I can tell you exactly how it feels against my skin while you listen.
Let me describe it for you. The bra lifts me up just right, and the lace is so delicate you can see right through it in the good light. The panties are tiny, baby. Barely there. Just a whisper of lace and a little bow in the front that I keep playing with while I talk to you. Can you picture it? I bet you can. I bet you are picturing it very clearly right now.
I love how lingerie makes me feel. It makes me feel beautiful and wanted and just a little bit naughty. And when I know you are on the other end of the phone, imagining me in it, I feel all of those things ten times more. I will tell you how the straps feel on my shoulders. I will tell you what happens when I slowly slide one strap down. I will make you feel like you are right here, helping me out of it piece by piece.
Because that is what I want. I want you here with me, unwrapping me like I am the best present you have ever gotten. Until then, my voice will have to do. And trust me, my voice can do a lot.
I have to tell you, picking out lingerie with you in mind has become my favorite hobby. I have a whole drawer now, and every piece has a story. The blue one I wore when you told me how much you loved my laugh. The black one from the night you kept me on the phone for an hour. Each one reminds me of you, and each one is waiting for its moment with you.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Quinn. I am still wearing it, and I am not taking it off until you tell me to.
Yours, Quinn