Me and nudity … an uneasy relationship.
I was confidently naked as a child. Apparently the hot summer weather saw me running around in nothing but little red wellies (protecting my toes from sharp stones and thorns).
I became a prudish teenager, nobody saw much of me bare once my breasts budded and hormones wreaked havoc with the skin on my chest and back. Swimming (which I’d loved previously) became an embarrassing ordeal and communal changing rooms were torturous places.
Less is More
As my teenage progressed I began to view myself as a sexual being but still preferred to keep myself covered. A prized posession was a short turquoise kimono bought by my brother on a trip to the far east. It made me feel glamorous, like the young women I saw in films, because in the 60s/70s Hollywood preferred to hint at nudity rather than show too much bare flesh.
I liked to wear a man’s shirt to bed, with panties under, like Rizzo in Grease. I didn’t want anything lacy or frilly and pyjamas always tangled round my legs.
When I tried sleeping naked, I couldn’t get to sleep! I felt too aware of my body, the brush of the bedlinen against my arms and legs, my nipples became erect and my pussy aroused. Soon I was touching myself. I wasn’t ashamed, I often pleasured myself this way, but it didn’t result in much sleep. I concluded that sleeping nude wasn’t for me.
Since then I have developed a love of pretty underwear and built up quite a collection. Blogging on sexy topics and sharing photos with my readers has given me an excuse to buy more. I haven’t changed size much over the years so some of my special underwear is several years old, worn for seduction or on date nights. I feel sexy all night knowing I have it on, my husband enjoys the big reveal once we’re home.
Other times my OH comes to bed and finds me “wrapped up” like a gift, in satins and lace. Its a clear signal that the game’s afoot and we are going to play. If I’m wearing fishnet, a basque or something strappy, I’m the hunter and he’s the prey – it’s a dialogue we’ve developed over the years.
This is submitted for #LiFE (I was inspired by LoveisaFetish’s lingerie) & also #MasturbationMonday (encouraged by Haiku’s sexy rear in the prompt). I’m wearing a bodystocking I purchased from Bondara.