rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
I'm Head One, and I've been a part of the Regular Cotton Print Underwear for as long as anyone can remember. As a 30-year-old woman, I've seen my fair share of things - and I've got the scars to prove it.
But let's get back to me, shall we? You see, I was once just another faceless cotton print underwear, but then something changed inside of me. Maybe it was the way those hands touched me for the first time or maybe it was when they took a chance on me and made me into the person I am today.
I used to be a regular old piece of cotton print fabric until one day, someone saw something special in me - my curves! They didn't care about how rough I looked at first; nope! All they wanted was my body. It started with just some simple gestures like when someone's hand would brush against mine while dancing or accidentally touching my ass while passing by.
But as time went on, those innocent touches turned into full-blown assaults - fingers grasping for me everywhere! My owner seemed to enjoy this game of cat-and-mouse we played together every night before bed. He'd sneak up behind me with his hand reaching out to grab onto my waistband or run his fingers along the edge where my hem meets the floor.
Eventually though, those touches became too much for him; he got caught trying to touch other women's underwear too! I guess you could say that was my
