It doesn’t happen very often but occasionally my mind is completely blown.
This week saw just one such situation.
My mind and body flowing over the edge repeatedly in the hands of a friend.
Dressing today I noticed the remnants of passion. Traces of his fingers framed by my bra. Thanking him with a picture and text he was glad I like the marks but he had not intended them.
As far as traces go these are a wonderful surprise.
I have mentioned before about wearing my latex underwear to public events. Since discovering how much I enjoy latex it has become apparent that wearing it is another string to my secret bow of confidence. A little hidden mischief makes the stressful things in LiFE feel much less challenging.
As with many things in life I am late to the party regarding the way that underwear can make me feel sexy, sexual and damn right horny. This set of Gummi rubber bra and moulded pussy knickers is no exception. They don’t have the smell that sets my cunt ablaze but they do have the feel and the sound of rubber that makes me needy for touch. The heat and constriction, and the way my skin sweats hot and then cold… Yes, these are the perfect attire for a play date with my Doxy.
Late last spring I was fitted for a bra for the first time since my teens.
As soon as I knew I had a size I quickly fell in love with lingerie and soon acquired a variety of lovely underwear. The black bra I’m wearing in this picture is the first purchase, the one I made off the back of that fitting. A very plain, tee shirt bra from Marks and Spencers. The selection of bras they had in my size, or at least the ones the fitting lady insisted on bringing for me, were not to my taste. Not fun, sassy or playful. Sir had tasked me to push myself out of my comfort zone that day, and I wasn’t leaving the shop without a bra!
I chose this comfortable, functional and understated piece of equipment.
Little did I know when I left the shop that my wonderful friend would be bringing her new rope for me to fondle when she came for dinner that night. Fondle is exactly what I did, and when she offered to tie me up in it I couldn’t have declined. Whipping off my blouse I decided to leave my new underwear in place, I hadn’t reached peace with what lay beneath and didn’t want to get them out in such close quarters to a friend who has marvellous breasts. It may have just been a basic black tee shirt bra, but it was the perfect backdrop for that beautiful blood red rope. It enabled me to stand proud in her wonderful creation.
Just because it is basic, doesn’t mean it can’t be sexy.
Sometimes a sheer body stocking and some light bondage is all you need to feel super sexy.
I love what a bra does to my clothed figure, but without the covering of fabric I still feel lumpy and bumpy in an unattractive way. With weight loss comes baggy skin, a delay in the shape change. A body stocking seems to soften the lines a little, and with some ropes over the top I’m always a happy bunny. I can control where the lines go, accentuate the waist and highlight the breasts.
In bondage I have the freedom to be me, and to be sexy.
Looking down she trailed her fingers along the parallel lines of her suspender straps.
The smooth sensation of the belt gripping her soft flesh; snug but not too tight, gripping but not biting. Picking up one stocking she worked her fingers to the toes, bunching up the flimsy nylon. Rolling the fabric over her toes, heel and then calf she stretched her leg away, pointing her toes. Admiring the length of her outstretched pin she continued to adorn herself, finally attaching the clips of the strap to the stocking top. First the front, and then standing for the back. Repeating the process on her left leg she sat down, and swung her toes out in front, both legs together and apart, watching the straps flex and the nylon shift as she moved gently on the edge of the bed.
Feeling sexy and glamorous she marvelled at the outward difference in herself.
And though she felt similar in some ways, her life had hopped from one course onto another track, in the same way as her fingers snaked from one suspender belt strap to the other one running parallel on the opposite thigh.
1. Picture the child you once were, what did that child do very well?
When I was a little girl I always had a talent for pushing myself further than people expected me to. Second best was never an option, particularly against myself. Grit and determination. I lost that somewhere along the line.
2. What are you really good at now?
I’m now really good at problem solving. Forget thinking outside of the box, I no longer have a box! And I have rediscovered that ability to push myself further than people believe, and I know that anything is possible.
3. Did you ever expect love in return and not get it?
I have known men that I have thought I loved and that they loved me in return when, quite clearly they haven’t. It is only very recently that I have come to understand what love really is, and I have given that without expectation. I have seen this clip many times, but never really understood it. Free, pure and unconditional. Is it returned? Actions always speak louder than words… I believe so. But in many ways it doesn’t matter if it is not reciprocated. I have enough self-love to be able to give some out without needing to hear those words.
4. Who do you need to get in touch with because it has been so long?
What funny timing??!! Today I have spoken with one of my favourite friends that I haven’t been in contact with since Christmas. And she is the last person who I need to “get in touch with because it has been too long.” I am so glad I sent her a message, she is going to help me with a task…
5. What are your thoughts on this: “Every woman deserves her special day. I get that. But does it really have to cost so much fucking money? I mean, c’mon. If you’re serious about building a future with a guy, why bankrupt him?”
Pfffft!!! I don’t understand why weddings cost so much in both finances and energy. My wedding cost £600, which is only £50 more than my divorce! Rough calculations…. 14.5 years of marriage = £1.54 per week for costs… In other words I have no idea why it costs so much money. No relationship is defined by ONE DAY, it is all about the picture you paint rather than the cost of the canvas you paint it on!
Bonus: What is your number one priority?
Right now my number one priority is building a happy life for me and my beautiful children. It hasn’t been plain sailing, but so far 2018 has given me an insight into what that can look like and, more importantly, how I can achieve that.
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