Connie graduated from UC Berkeley with degrees in media studies and business administration, which help inform her perspective on and coverage of industry trends, as well as the competitive e-commerce landscape at large. She has represented the team at CES and moderated panels on media business and the future of retail. You can see more of her testing process and other behind-the-scenes of being a product journalist on her Instagram Connie joined Insider Reviews as an early member in 2017 and has also reported on products and services in the style, tech, fitness, travel, and e-learning spaces, with a particular interest and expertise in emerging startups.
When she's not changing duvet covers or washing towels twice a day for articles, she loves talking about and trying the newest snacks, drinks, and food gifts. She combines rigorous testing methods, conversations with professionals, and active knowledge of the home and kitchen space to help readers get the most out of their money. She specializes in all the things that enhance life at home, from the most comfortable bed sheets and fluffy pillows to cool online wine clubs and bartender-approved cocktail shakers. Like a ninja, she’s gone stealth commando.Īnd with her panties in my pocket, my mind is really reeling! A wife going commando is one of the simplest mind games she can play.Connie Chen is a senior reporter on the Insider Reviews team, where she leads coverage of home textiles, home entertaining, and food and drink. She’s just pulled off - literally - one of men’s favorite moves. Wide eyed, I pull it out to inspect it - sure enough, blue lace. I reach into my pocket and feel the warm, moist coarseness of lace. Then another whisper in my ear: “A little gift.” Then I feel her hand in my pocket, the pressure so near my hips sending me on high alert. She snuggles up to me again, and I’m still thinking about the thighs, butt, and other goodies under her skirt as I reach for a fork. I’m still relishing the thought when she comes back, just as the waiter drops off the brownie we’re to share. The image of her backside is tattooed firmly in my brain, and I’m happily helpless prey in this trap she’s laying. Now that she’s gone, you’d think I’d be calming down. Like magnets, my eyes attach to the swaying of her skirt as she walks away. With that, she slips out of the booth, and I get to see the slightest hint of cheek as she stands up. The waiter orders our dessert, and as he leaves, she whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine. My hands almost immediately creep to her thighs, savoring the short skirt, but she moves my hand away every time I get a little too explorative.ĭespite the battle of wills going on under the table, we eat dinner and have a great conversation. We’re shown our booth and she scoots up next to me, intoxicating me with her warmth. I’m imagining that thong under her skirt as I follow her inside, my eyes glued to her booty the whole time. Like a left hook to a glass jaw, the sight leaves me reeling.
I catch a brief glimpse of blue lace that I immediately recognize as a skimpy little thong that I adore. Once we arrive at the restaurant, I open the car door for her -’cause I’m a gentleman and that’s how I roll - and she climbs out, deliberately flashing me in the process. As I drive, I can’t help but notice her skirt slipping higher, a little mind game she’s playing with me despite her acting innocently oblivious We say goodbye to the kids and the babysitter and climb into the car. I hesitate just long enough to wipe the drool from my chin - the only acceptable hesitation when answering this question, by the way - and stutter out something that resembles “gorgeous”. In answer, she steps out of the bathroom with a twirl, her short skirt flowing out (and up) to reveal a tremendous amount of thigh. I waste entirely too much time focusing on time. My wife doesn’t take that long, and we’ve got plenty of time, but I’m ever vigilant about time. “You ready, hon?” I ask rather impatiently, and rather unreasonably.
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