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.
Certain foods, drink, candle light, a certain song, a particular scent, Wednesdays; there are all kinds of things that people consider aphrodisiacs.
Different people are turned on by different things, so, this week, what we want to know is:
Do you have a go to aphrodisiac?
What things help put you in a sexy mood?
Do you have a favourite “love potion/cocktail” that you know your partner cannot resist?
Food for Thought Friday likes to share questions that I struggle to answer. Sometimes the answers just come to me, and the posts write themselves, but weeks like this provoke an internal argument.
I don’t eat Oysters, sip Champagne or nibble strawberries from a lovers fingers. “Pah” I thought “I don’t need aphrodisiacs!”
And then I read the original post again. It wasn’t all about food as I had initially read it. And there is so much more to my state of arousal than what I perceive to be “the norm.”
Over the years I have found that my sense of smell has a direct line to my libido. I like men to be clean but naturally scented. The pheromones which they give off, particularly from their armpits (during an embrace before the clothes come off) or on their balls and in their pubic hair (when I’m nuzzled down there) can make me soak through almost instantly. I am a very happy masturbator, but the thing that I am unable to replicate is testosterone laced bodies. I miss that extra layer of arousal.
I would describe my sexuality as submissive, mainly craving the Dominant male to stimulate my desires. Intelligently fucking with my mind presses all of my buttons and leaves me helpless in the face of my need to please Him. It takes some time and effort for Him to weave His ways but… once in there, so long as it is good for him, the slut will come out to play. Simply saying:
- Entertain me.
- Amuse me.
- Make me proud.
- I’m not sure what I want to from you next. You know what I like… Please me.
I love this quote:
It more or less sums up my aphrodisiacal (I think I made this up?) needs.
My magic potion for seducing my partner is….
Non existent. I have been told my open, honest and direct manner gets men excited. They know where they stand with me I guess? But I think also my eyes, I’m told they are very twinkly and mischievous. I shall try to be more observant of what works in future.
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.
What a difference a purple pinky makes.
Suddenly I’m feeling sexy again; desirable and deviant.
This same bra last week, functional and appropriate for the day.
Last night I felt like a new woman, a mellow state of arousal engulfed me.
Did I look different to the friends I saw at the munch last night? No.
The difference was all inside me.
I’ve had so much fun this weekend.
My children have been away for 2 weeks, and I’ve been hovering between feeling mopey and trying to be grateful for the time to be grown up.
This weekend saw me attending two events, which I shall write about when I get to this point of time, but I love the picture that the wonderful Drlovelace took of me last night at Twisted Boudoir’s Saturday shenanigans.
I barely recognise myself.
With the children home now I can get back to my routine, and stop all of this socialising!
Click the lips to see what everyone else is saying.