So for my fellow Northern hemisphere dwellers, it’s nearly summer. That means it is probably starting to get hot. Skirt season! Hot damn!
But YE GODS, THE THIGH CHAFING. Sweat plus friction equals pain, redness, and extremely unhappy legs. If you have experienced the dreaded ‘chub rub’, you know how much it fucking sucks.
Not anymore, bitches.
Slap on a pair of Bandelettes. They come in black, white, red, beige, and brown if you want lace – and trust me, you want lace – or black and beige if you want a solid fabric like the ones pictured above. But the lace is sexy as fuck. Trust me. Go with the lace. It isn’t the horrible and itchy stuff, it’s nice.
So what you do is you measure your thigh right at where the chafing happens, right at the thickest part of your leg. You compare that to the Bandelettes sizing chart, you pick your size, and you’re off. I bought a pair (Beige Onyx, size C) and they don’t move around on me. No slipping. But also, no digging in! I can wear these for hours and they’re still very comfy.
You slide them up into position and they just… stay there. And they protect your gorgeous thighs from the ravages of summer rubbin’.
They’re lightweight, so you don’t feel like you’re wearing a ton of extra fabric. They’re washable – handwash and hang dry, but still washable! Did I mention they’re sexy as fuck?
SEXY. AS. FUCK.
Seriously, if thigh chafing is an issue for you, try these. I am loving my pair so far.
Dude I got a black and a white pair and they are MAGIC. Get them now. Don’t just “like this so that I’ll always have this as a ref” or whatever. NOW. They look great with shorts too. The lace isn’t uncomfortable at all and it looks super cute. I have HUGE thighs and I am one size below the largest size so if you think they won’t fit you, they probably will. I’m probably gunna have a pair in every color by the time the summer is over. Get them get them get them. End of PSA
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I went to a big kink event for the holiday weekend – an event that I lovingly consider my kink anniversary. I haven’t had a chance to write (or, honestly, think) very much about it, but the whole weekend very different for me this year. Circumstances and situations are different. I’ve changed a bit.
I did a few really wonderful scenes. After the weekend, though, I realized that almost every time I bottomed was a growth experience for me. There’s nothing wrong with the stretch, but I didn’t get to experience much of the soothing, mindless catharsis that gives me a restart. There’s sometimes a point where all the tertiary voices quiet down, and you float in the present sensation with absolutely no thought.
I did not get much of that. And I think I need it.
