As it was Friday today I thought I’d treat myself to a bit of personal naughtiness.
I find there’s naught more sexy and ego-boosting than doing something that makes you feel that little bit of a minx in an everyday situation. So today as I was getting dressed at god-knows-what o’clock this morning I peeked into my underwear drawer for something a little more exotic than the usual black underwear I usually plump for. Not only did my pretty turquoise bra say to me ‘Please oh gorgeous one, wear me today’, but my suspender belt also was looking at me in a despondant light. Now I have somewhat neglected my stockings and suspenders of late, and as it was Friday and a special occasion (last day spent at a particular point in my course) I got myself dressed in the full garb: stockings, suspenders, pretty bra and my skirt get up. Teehee!
It really puts a spring in your step if you go to work/evening out etc.. knowing you’re wearing something that’s considered very kinky and alluring these days. Add that to the fact it makes you feel oh-so feminine with a slight sense of empowerment in the knowledge that no-one else knows you’re wearing stockings and suspenders and you are really set up for the good few hours ahead of you.
So I was walking around during the day with the occasional smile emerging from my lips – people must have thought I’d finally cracked under the pressure – saying hello to everyone I passed on the stairs. A really lovely day was had today.
I believe my inner minx was quite sated by the time I got home. I do so love to get her going. Not many people get to see her. The privileged few I could probably count on one hand. And then, Mister has been the only one to see her in the full light of discovery. She’s a tricksy one, our inner minx. She loves to come out to play, and gets upset when she’s not taken out often enough – possibly why Tuesdays are hard! (see earlier post) I have come to the conclusion she must be released every 4-5 days or else things start to get a little…tense, shall we say?
Now. Inner minxes are not to be confused with sex-drive. Minxes in this sense refer to the mischievous sides to our sexuality. I do wonder what the male equivalent would be called…answers on a postcard please!
Well…anyway. Day spent in stockings would have been absolutely perfect, except for getting a bloody hole/small ladder in them at about 10.30am. Bugger. Ah well…who cares…the slightly dishevelled look never hurt anyone. And it was a quite sweet/sexy little ladder too! Maybe I should rip my stockings more often…I did have a pair of fish-nets that turned into something that would have let a whale through in the end…but even they had their uses.
So, gentlemen. Take heed whenever you see a lady with a smile to herself – especially if she appears to be in tights. Maybe, just maybe she’s in something a little more exotic and your complimentary salute will mean the world to her inner minx.