December 13, 2010
I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packed more sex than two naked bodies in bed. – Bette Davis
Raindrops on roses are all very well, but it doesn’t have quite the same appeal to me as the soft touch of satin and lace against my skin. My favourite thing for this week is the luxurious feel of freshly laundered lingerie. For me it’s a simple pleasure that is truly sensual.
There’s something truly decadent about a flimsy slip of a nightgown, or a pair of French knickers with matching camisole. Items of clothing that have no use except giving the wearer a devilish glint in her eye and a sashay in her walk as she enters the bedroom. Wearing lingerie always feels far less innocent than being completely nude.
Lacy, silky undergarments are a feast for the senses, as its touch is just as pleasing as its look, for both the wearer and her lover.
Some rules I have for my lingerie drawer… If I wear the outfit for a lover’s special occasion such as a birthday or last hurrah, then I won’t recycle for the next gentleman who enters my boudoir. Likewise if a particular piece of lingerie was a gift from a lover. It seems very tacky to wear them for his successor.
However, as there have been a fair few gifts and special occasions – I am starting to run out of storage space. Fortunately flimsy little things don’t require too much space. Even so, it amazing how small tiny bits of lace and satin can start to pile up after a while.
Does anyone think I could manage to develop a second career as an avant garde artist by using some past content of my knicker drawer as my raw materials? They are clean, I promise. (Few teeth marks is all).