Give me control over your cock

It’s almost a rite of passage.

The first bikini a woman purchases for herself can tell you so much about her. Just blossoming into womanhood, becoming the person she will be, and that choice of bikini like a litmus test for her sex. Does she go for a tankini or a thong? How much of herself does she bare, reveal, allow out into the bright summer sun? Did she pick something bright, or something subdued? That first bikini, purchased for herself, with her own money, to declare to the world something about her sexuality… it’s revelatory and important in unseen ways.

We tend to go swimsuit shopping with other women.

It’s a group bonding experience, honestly. We all stand around in poorly lit fitting rooms, in our underwear, trying on different styles and colors. We critique the fit, the way the color makes our skin look, how the bottoms flatter (or don’t) our bottoms. We giggle over the effect this tiny bit of clothing will have on the males around us. We choose, eventually, which one we want, the perfect bikini for our perfect summer.

I went shopping this morning.

I decided to be pretty and feminine for my shopping trip. I went with two friends of mine, as is traditional for swimsuit shopping, and we hit the store hard. First we scoped out the store: where are the swimsuits, the fitting rooms, a salesperson to help us out. All that located, we settled down to business. Picking out suits to try on. I selected a pretty neon pink, orange and purple striped bikini, a teal and white one piece and daring little bitty black bikini to try on.

I’ll tell you now, I already owned two bikinis. I’ve had one for ages, the other is newer. The older one is a tankini, a tank top and bikini bottom set in deep purple with pale blue trim. Yes, when I was younger, I was more shy, more reserved, more likely to try to blend into the background. The newer bikini is tan; tan lace over bikini material, halter style top, with a beaded belt on the bottom and beads on the tips of the strings of the halter. A little more daring, more flashy, more revealing… more sexy. But still, a bit reserved in color, still willing to fade back and let others have the spotlight.

Can you guess which bikini I wound up purchasing?

I’ll go ahead and tell you. I got the black one. The little bitty black bikini. The one with the removable halter, so the top can be worn as a tiny bandau (for when I feel like tempting gravity). The bikini that lets the whole world know that I am confident, secure, sexy, fantastic and just a little bit daring. I don’t fade into any background, take a backseat to anyone, or let anything keep me down. I will wear my tiny black bikini happily and proudly, knowing damn well that every man who sees me in it will promptly feel the urge to worship at my feet.