Posted on : 03-23-2010 | By : Sadie Smythe | In : open marriage
Occasionally he asks me to “wear something sexy” for him when I see him.
A request such as this is totally dependent upon personal interpretation. What constitutes “something sexy” might mean one thing for one person, and another thing entirely for someone else. I used to know a guy who was totally and utterly slayed by white sheer panties to the point that he would become as hard as a diamond in an ice storm at the mere thought of them, or more specifically- me in them; my pussy straining against the crotch of the panties’ see-through fabric.
Dominic, like many men, digs a girl in fishnets.
The first time I dressed up for Dominic I wore a tiny pair of skirted black thong panties adorned with teensy pink polka dots, a sheer, white (and very tight) tee-shirt knotted at the waist (under which I wore no bra,) a pair of white, thigh-high fishnets, 4-inch black Mary Jane heels, and my hair in pigtails.
I’m pretty sure that this fell into Dominic’s category of “something sexy.”
He walked into the bedroom and stopped in his tracks when he saw me, at which point a smile crept slowly across his face. I stood there for a moment, watching him watch me. Because he had caught me a little off guard with his early arrival, I wasn’t quite ready for him. So I skipped over to the other side of the room to procure a particular vibrator from it’s place in the silver box in the dresser.
It was then that I was ready.
He eyed me intently, a cat preparing to pounce.
I came toward him slowly, took his hand, led him over to the bed, and pushed him down so that he was seated upon the edge. Then I climbed on top of him and wrapped my legs around his waist, straddling him. He held me; I was his babydoll.
His plaything.
I kissed him.
I had missed him.
And it wasn’t too terribly long before all of the seductive frippery that I had assembled just for Dominic, the “something sexy” that he had previously asked for me to don, were all lying discarded on the floor; the seductive, scatological castoffs not only a reminder of a request, but also an obvious indication of my willingness to fulfill it.
And that is the point.
Because I certainly like wearing something sexy.
But more than that, for him … I like being something sexy.
Which make us feel even more sexy!Interesting post. All that prep work for a few seconds of "wow she's wearing that for me?" is so worth it!
I love your last words…"I like being something sexy" that is so true!
It's fun to put on sexy clothes, but I have to say my favorite part is the taking off of the sexy clothes! For both of us : )