Seyi had never worn a bikini. It pained her, bothered her to the depth of her soul. At least if she could wear a bikini, then she could wear body hugging dresses and shirts. But the bikini, that unashamed goddess strut bikinis gave a woman, would be her show of victory. She pulled on her belly fat and sighed. She went to stay with her friend, Sheila. At nighttime Sheila pulled out a corset and began to wear it.
“Hmm, which one is this one again?” Seyi asked, eyeing her. Sheila laughed “you …Read More
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