HNT : Cake and Cream

I'm not really much of a one for dairy produce - a hangover from the anorexic, low-fat diets of my past - butter, clotted cream and the like are now too sickly for me. I much prefer my cakes and patisserie to be made with vegan ingredients and served naked.

However, my antipathy to cream itself does not extend to other areas of my life.

There is a lingerie set which I absolutely adore. Delicate and expensive with a cute little bow made from the leopard print trim at the back of the panties.

Ruf doesn't even remember taking this picture. We'd been on a night out and were full of curry and beer, leaving us a little the worse for wear.

But I do vividly recall the first time I wore it. Ruf was rampant. Desperate for me. It had been several weeks since we had last been together. After the long drive, full of anticipation, the panties lived up to the title of this post with more than their apparent colour.

In his haste, he ripped and tore at the thong to get at me. Shredding the fine lace with his fingers.

It was a glorious moment... which I paid for later with a good hour of careful darning as I tried to repair the damage his lust had caused.