World Cup 2010.... not like they used to be, corsets are the answer!

Is it me or have i reached that age..... "where things aren't like they used to be"?

Now for once i'll try and keep on topic..... the World Cup.  The 2010 World Cup.  Now granted I've not seen oodles of it this time around.  But what little i have has been rubbish.

I mean to say the poxy horns (give them as fancy a name as you like, they are still poxy horns... they are a horn *check* and they are poxy *check*).... so.... the horns.  Why is there so much discussion about it?  Because the football is poo.  Why is there so much discussion about the ball wobbling all over the shop (as Robert Green would try and testify to)... because the football has been poo.

And why is there discussion about the parking and time taken to get away from grounds.... yes, because the football has been poo.

So the power of three has it, the South Africa World Cup 2010 has been poo so far.

Maybe the problem is comparing it to the past (and before i get ageist comments... i'm 35 ok?).... I remember the world cup in Spain in 82.  Bryan Robson and his dodgy shoulder.  The legacy images of the Brazilians.  Stunning goals from distance, guile, skill, audacity.  I remember the Mexico 86 World Cup.  Vasily Rats, Bellanov and Bessanov of the USSR scoring from obscene distances at altitude.

The expression of Tardelli of Italy, Lothar Matthaus at Italia 90.  The magic of Cameroon and their run, the tears of Gascoigne, Claudio Caniggia and his stupid elastic band round his hair.  The dribbles of Maradona and the gifted but cynical Argentinians.  And there are so more many memories.

Yet why is since 1990 its been downhill?  USA 94.... well lets pretend that didn't happen.  98...... well that was in France so lets forget that too... cant praise anything French can we?  2002 in Japan and Korea, Germany doing the brits over to get to host the 2006 finals and now Sarf Africa.

Ok so there have been good games in 98, 02 and 06.  But the games seem to have less goals and the players higher paid and bigger cheats (fall over easier).  There seems less romance and all in all.....

It just smacks of Sepp Blatter all over!

Maybe we could spice it up by weighting the players like they do in horse racing.... handicaps!  Tighter laced corsets for the better teams?  Ok so you couldn't wear stockings as they'd get laddered (and that would make me cry!).... so maybe we could ban tackling as Platini wants.

And we'd ensure there wasn't loads of sponsors over the corsets to get back to grass roots.... and we could maybe make the better teams wear increasingly high heels..... a bit more of a handicap.....

Ah well..... suit yourself.... back to watching North Korea then!

How does it feel?

I was chatting to a chappy just the other day.... and he said ....."How does it feel?"

No... he wasn't breaking into Blue Monday song and no he wasn't hitting on me or.... well.... nothing smutty (i'm not that kind of girl i'll have you know!!!)

I'd been telling him about a new lingerie and stockings set i'd gotten and how eager i was to try them.

So that got me thinking.... how does it feel?  I mean it's a little like trying to describe what coriander tastes like.  It tastes like coriander.  There's nothing else like it.  Unless you've tried it you can't really know what it resembles because it's incomparable.

And that's lingerie..... and that's definitely a fresh pair of stockings gliding over smooth legs.

It would be a bit of a kop out to say "try it".... but i feel obliged to try and describe the indescribable.

Ok.... first.... it's the tremble of anticipation, knowing the delicious sensations that are awaiting.  The sensuous materials, the rasps the ssssshhhhhhh noises of sheer fabrics on naked skin.

The smells of unworn items, like the first morning of spring, making the senses reel, the eyes close and allowing the mind to wander, drift and surrender.

The first garment makes the pupils dillate like the first slither of chocolate after a summer of salads.  The constriction of shapewear a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.  The waist pulled and the hips more pronounced.  Layer by layer adds to the feeling til most areas of flesh are covered..... and the crowning glory.... the stockings.

I can still remember now the vivid first memory of stockings.  What amazes me is how the sensation hasn't diminished in the last 25 years.  It's as strong and alluring as it ever was.

Slipping the stocking over the toes, keeping the seam straight and deliciously revelling in the soft smooth texture grazing the ankle.  Slowly tugging them inch by inch past the calf, keeping the seam straight, over the knee until it gracefully hugs the thigh.  Settling...... a sense of being home.  Familiarity, safety, comfort.

Not the sensation you'd expect?  Perhaps that's why it's so addictive and so strong a desire.

Taboo.... safety..... known and unknown, eroticism and comfort, physical and mental pleasure.

Perhaps thats not the most detailed account of what it's like for a cd as they dress..... maybe i'll try again.  Maybe i can help share just what it is that makes it all feel so right.

But til the next time..... i'm off to the underwear drawer.

chloe
*kiss kiss*