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la fille d'O
la fille d'O
(Belgium)
You know, when you wish upon every star you see, when you pray God and the Devil, when you full moon ritual and black and white magic for one particular thing. And somehow the stars align and you can actually hold the object of your desire in this realm. The anticipation becomes unbearably; you are sure to be disappointed. But you are not. Never even close. And everything is just better than expected. Even after...
I had not. But one day while lurking through images i came across a picture of a lingerie collection by la fille d'O. The briefs were sophisticatedly provocative but its how the model moved in them that was screaming freedom. The seed was planted.
It was like that feeling you get when you see something you have to have. That you need to have. But no clue on how on earth is that going to be possible.
That was 2 years ago. I thought it was out of my league. Yes i was intimidated. But i couldn't look away. Desire was making roots.
My interest for undergarments grew. I started reading lingerie blogs. And came across one particular post which was describing the ethical fight the visionary behind la fille d'O was facing. Made me feel like i was on my way to do the same for my life, so i wanted to know more about Murielle Victorine Scherre.
So i peeked around her collections on her website. I was choked and seduced. The wisdom in the sexuality her designs portrayed made me uncomfortable. But i couldn't look away. The desire was blooming.
My life changed and all of the sudden i was explaining sexuality to my daughter and had to assume my own beliefs. Assume, and practice! The talk had to match the walk. Individuality. Ethics. Love. Lust. Respect. And there i was. Healing. My daughter was teaching me. How to be the woman i needed to be. Even after the storm, the desire was still there.
And then, one day, i had the guts to make a wishlist. Of lingerie i had been lurking on. When i made this list public, la fille d'O contacted me right away. Even reposted my desire.
Now im not a popular lingerie model. Im a former biochemist turned acrobat who became a single mother flamenco dancer and who makes a living working in a boxing gym as a gyrokinesis and kinesiological stretching trainer. Lingerie is a selfish pleasure i shouldn't indulge in. But its who i am. So i indulge. And angels sings in my heart. And they make sweet love to my demons and they cant get enough.
But thats another story.
I ordered Bonte on June's fullmoon. A week later she was home.
The most beautiful packaging i ever laid eyes on. Intact from travelling across the atlantic ocean and through customs. Protected by a solid cardboard envelope, the Belgium asymmetric black package ended up on my Mile End apartment floor. And it was gorgeous. Unexpected. Surprising. Interested in little me! it felt - A personal note was hand written by Annika... to me! I cant decifer it but it felt like a love letter. And you see i never received any love letter... less so accompanied by such an erotic presentation... and even lesser so with anything even remotely close to what was hiding in the multiply folded black silk paper letter.
Bonte.
Was laying in front of me.
Finally. I was about to be consumed whole by my desire.
It took me a moment to figure her out. I was touching her so delicately. She was mysterious and building up tension. But when i comprehended how to put her on, what she wanted where, in the right sequence, she embraced my body like a desiring lover. We held there. In bliss. Alone. Sun-setting. Perfect.
I havent recovered yet.
I hope i never do.
Je suis enfin une fille d'O.
