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*