Meadhbh has long been a fan of what she calls the princess of the insect world; the ladybug. Whenever we come across one it has to be caught delicately in my hand so she (and I) can examine it as carefully and quietly as possible. So when she spied the underwear that Samantha was wearing that day – completely oblivious to my voice’s obsession with the insect – Meadhbh had what can only be called a complete meltdown.
Clinging delicately to her nether regions as if a second skin were a pair of bikini-cut briefs of the deepest, darkest forest green; and crawling all over this layer of cotton were dozens upon dozens of the cutest, happiest ladybugs Meadhbh had ever seen.
Of all the underwear I’ve seen women wear – from see through purple, to butterfly adorned, to owl patterned – this underwear was by far and away the cutest, sexiest, most delicious undergarment the world has ever known; especially when covering a posterior as decadent as Samantha’s was.