BB's dirty thoughts, 3 Oct

Stockings and garters are such a simple fetish, but my god, do I have it.

I have an entire drawer of regular use tights, stockings, nylons, cuban-heel, backseam, fishnet... fencenet is perhaps my favourite. I love the look- sexy but with edge and style. My lingerie drawer contains my high end, rarer use silk stockings (which were, once upon a time, the standard of style in the US. Now they're a fair bit more expensive than your standard poly/nylon blend, and run more frequently so I can't often justify the expense, but... lord, is there nothing that feels and looks like pure silk). With those, I must use garters; they were simply constructed for such. A have a small collection of garterbelts, but none gets more use than my satin workhorse. After that, I'm rather fond of a more vintage look, my German wide strap, and it also does a bit of nice shaping, and those industrial clips aren't going Anywhere.

I love how powerful I feel in them. They're not a daily for me, especially not in the time of Covid; too fussy. But for special occasions, evenings out, and of course, the right dress insists upon having them. Being in them is a feeling of exotic and sexual power; whether I chose to dominate or submit (or simply enjoy! Power dynamics aren't always necessary), they give that added edge of stimulation. Physically, but all the more importantly, psychologically. I'm not certain who first said that the largest erogenous zone was the brain, but they were undoubtably correct.

I even have spot for stockings (and other lingerie, at that) that have become damaged... strictly for being shred off me. I'm very careful to let lovers know which these are. One can expect that any item worn carries the risk of damage, but shredding highly expensive Anything is a crime... (unless purchased for such a purpose, and if that's the case, you can bet someone else is picking up the tab. ;) I like to keep my nice things nice.) But it's lovely to give that final, invigorating, werewolfy LIFE to something that's already been assigned to the scrap heap. It's a kink arrangement to itself; tonight, I need gentility and tender touch and tonight, you better tear my panties off me and fucking not let anything, not even me, stop you; here's our safeword, SCARE me. Each have their time and their place. I would never say I was so organized to know when that time and place will be, but I can say that it's like porn: you know it when you see it, and it's simply convenient to have a collection on hand for use, destruction, or gentle reverence.

And let's talk about burying our faces in a woman's stocking-ed thighs!!! Is there Any sensation more divine? I miss having a woman to bury my face into the rear thighs and ass of, right where my tongue can get access to her most sensitive places. Different women work differently of course, but I would be Perfectly happy to have a not-too-quickly-through female lover who would enjoy thirty minutes of being sensuously and deliriously licked, before upping the tempo to a mad tongue lashing that makes her come.

The Japanese refer to this area of flesh between skirt and stocking as zettai ryouiki- absolute territory. The English were the first to wear hosiery in the 15th century, but we have Good Queen Elizabeth the First to thank for having the first knit silk stockings recorded, but it was the flappers of 1920s (England, the US, France, Berlin, and beyond) that brought immense stylization, lace and patterns into popularity. In 1939, the infamous company DuPont invented nylon, and that has it's own intriguing history, especially in their donation to WWII efforts to make parachurtes, tents and such, leading people to actually paint their legs- either a rear seam or the whole leg- to achieve the look!

Personally, I tend to trust European (specifically French and Italian) product first, lace having originated from somewhere in there. But thank Jolly old England, once again, for bringing latex into the fetishistic fray, John Sutcliffe, a British designer who gave the world it's first catsuit.

But the curves... the delicacy of silk or nylon, the hard edge of latex or fencenet, the cream of a woman's skin, the suggestion of elegance, formality or at least rigorousness... or, the opposite, the naughty, debauched, sleazy and scandalous. Any of these are enough to set my mouth to watering...

Panties, of course, will have to be a different dirty thought.