Pulling the fabric over my head, it slides effortlessly over my shoulders, down my spine, settling at the small of my back. Tugging gently, I pull the gauzy material into place around the round globes of my buttocks. Turning this way and that, I admire my reflection. The way the fabric hugs my curves, displaying my sensitive areas with barely a hint, a tease. The way my legs are highlighted, appearing to stretch for miles. Sliding my hands up my body, I smile at my reflection, knowing I can take on the world.
I love lace. I love the feel of the thin fabric brushing against my body, the way it makes me feel sexier, just sliding it over my skin. I love how it looks, giving me a feminine edge but loads of sex appeal. I love the way Mister K reacts to seeing me in lace, whether it’s lingerie or a pair of panties. Lace is definitely a kink for me. Just thinking about wearing it makes me feel more womanly, pliable, and sensual. I would even say aroused. The only other thing that makes me feel like this, is Mister K himself.
One of the things I like most about lace is the colours. You can find almost any colour you desire and each sets its own sense of atmosphere. Feeling pretty in pink. Foxy in red. Like a seductive siren in black. The concepts are limitless, as are the styles. It can be the trim on panties, a topper on stockings, filled with breasts in bra cups. A hint of lace is all it takes for me to think about all the mischievous things that could transpire. Rough hands on my smooth limbs, Mister K’s breath whispered over my heated skin, the caress of a flogger on my ass. Just a little display of the delicately webbed threads and my head is filled with visions of lust, carnal desire and flirty fun. Thoughts of Mister K’s fingers tearing through the delicate fabric as if it is nothing more than the strands of a spider’s web.
I use lace as a suit of armor. Keeping it close to my skin to defend and protect me from the world. On the outside, one would see a mother, a wife, a woman of mundane thoughts and actions. But underneath is a seductress, stimulating the senses. A lover and temptress, anticipating an amorous embrace. A vixen, waiting to be set free.
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That black lace dress is just stunning! Lace is just so diverse, so many patterns, some more revealing than others. Lovely!
Merci!
The white one is so nice! You don’t often see people wear white? Or maybe I just miss those pictures! But it looks great on you, and so does the other by the way.
Oh thank you! That’s Mister K’s favorite too 😉
I love the idea of lace as your kinky armour… a way of defending who you are underneath the presentation the world expects. x
Isn’t it wild how clothing can boost confidence? Even if it’s under other things, sometimes it’s just the sexy secret that you need to get through the day! Great post – thanks so much for linking up.
The black lace is my favorite! It’s stunning.
Both images are fabulous, but the black is especially sexy!
Thank you. It’s my favorite 🙂
Some beautiful photos—you could make a person love lace!!
You’re too kind 🙂