“Naughty” is such a young, gentle-sounding word, not a word I would use to describe myself.

I negotiated a treat with my Sir today.  Out of wine (my nightly treat for surviving the day as a mother), I requested the luxury of a sweet tea at lunch – lunch with one of my best friends, a woman who is a second mom to me.  Sir acquiesced with a condition.

“No panties at lunch.”

Gulp.  “Yes, Sir.”  Like I would have answered any other way.

For the record, I enjoy going commando.  I sleep in a shirt only to provide a modicum of modesty if a small child climbs into bed with me, but frequently go without panties.  I went grocery shopping this weekend, in a dress sans panties.

The idea of going to lunch with a mom-like figure with no panties felt well, naughty.  

I had my panties stashed in my purse which I surreptitiously checked because of a growing paranoia that I left them in the ladies room at work.   A continuous thought ran through my mind, “What if she found out? What if she knew? How would I explain that?”

Yes, I am well aware that short of dropping trou in the middle of the restaurant, she was never going to know. Between bites and chit-chat, I stayed aware of the seam of my pants rubbing against my pussy and pushing against my clit.  As we walked out of the restaurant, I felt the lack fabric normally pressed up against cunt.  I felt loose and free.  I felt naughty.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


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