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Subject:  Have you ever got my number! Now illustrated! |
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Author: micheleFFS |
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Date Posted: 18:39:17 05/10/16 Tue In reply to: Julie Wilson 's message, "Power Dressing" on 19:24:58 05/09/16 Mon I have too many minifetishes to count! I was born in 1950. Up until I was 14 or so, women wore all sorts of intriguing, pretty, lacy undies of in a variety of colors and styles. Skirt and dresses didn’t always conceal everything. We boys walked around with our eyes fixed on hemlines. Slips provided the most glimpses, with stocking welts a distant second. Bare thighs and suspender straps? Very rare. The Holy Grail? Almost never. When I was 12, my father had a few stories published in Playboy, so there were a few issues lying around for my testosterone-fueled imagination. This picture didn’t affect my sexuality, no, no, no!  Nor did the photography of Elmer Batters in magazines like Tip Top and Thigh High (I easily passed for 18 ‘cause the shopkeepers didn’t care):  How intriguing were these garments and the women who wore them? My fascination with stockings led me to my first crossdressing experiences at age 15. I’ll try to count my fetishes aroused by this iconic photo:  Red hair, the imperious, slightly amused expression, the hint that if she wished, she could tug down the bodice zipper, tight skirt, stockings, the welt, bare thigh above, is that her panties or a shadow, boots, spike heels and a riding crop, the viewer kneels before her — I count 11! And I didn’t include leather ‘cause it isn’t a fetish of mine. So, in a cruel joke from the universe, about the time I held hands with a girl on a date and felt her garter strap as our hands rested on her thigh, some idiot marketed pantyhose! Off went the full-fashion hose. Girdles? Gone! Garter belts? Perish the thought. Slips are nearly extinct. What’s a poor besotted lingerie freak to do? Spanx? Sexless garments of no eroticism. Perhaps the abandonment of lingerie is a sign of women’s superiority, as an example of voluntary disarmament much needed in the rest of the world. No! Ladies! Rearm yourselves! Intrigue me. Tease me. Put me in my place! Enslave me! Thank you for your post, Ms Wilson. It goes into my permanent collection. Your worshipful and obedient servant, micheleFFS [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |