Showing some leg

Me in a pair of lacy tights. Lifting my leg up you can see my heel and sole as well as my left leg and thigh. Plus a little of my right leg.

There was a time in my life that I owned many pairs of stockings. Sheer, lined, fancy patterns, fishnets. In 2012 got myself involved with a man who had something of a fetish for stockings, preferably attached to suspenders. He loved me to show my legs and much more. He also liked me in heels even though they made me much taller than him.

At work I usually wore dresses and with those, tights (pantyhose). If I wore stockings it was most likely to be because they were the ones without holes. I rarely wore heels, they are uncomfortable and make me too tall.

When I met Master he was more interested in me naked or wearing some kind of kink wear than in stockings and heels. This was something of a relief as while I like the look of them on me I do prefer comfort. Stockings are something of a faff, especially as they are often too short for my legs.

Fast track to today. I rarely wear a dress or skirt. Not working has affected the elements of the wardrobe I wear. If I wear tights they will likely be opaque. The last time I wore stockings, was to a kink event, they were black sheer. Worn more to keep my legs warm, though they set my outfit off nicely.

This morning I went in search of fishnet stockings for this post. I was pretty sure I didn’t have any in my sock / tight drawer. After drawing a blank in two shops I decided that it was too wet and cold to look further. Plus I was on my way home from swimming and hadn’t yet had coffee.

So I searched the drawer and found these tights. Then slipped on some rarely worn heels and even if I say so myself my legs do look pretty good. Indeed, I should show more of my legs. I really do need to equip myself with more stockings and occasionally get my heels out of the box under the bed.

Fishnets is the prompt for Wicked Wednesday and this is the closest I could manage. Click below to see who else is participating.

Elust #127

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Little Sex Toy-Part 1 I don’t read as much erotica as other sex bloggers. But if I did this is the kind I would be reading. Weathering the Winter of Low Libido-land Mrs Fever once again tackles a serious topic with a certain amount of humour and in her very readable yet inimitable style. Want to be a Guest Editor? Send me an email at questions@elustsexblogs.com All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

Erotic Non-Fiction

Work Sets You Free Morning. Orgasm. Wearing his collar and cuffs The Sixth Sensuality

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Preaching to the Perverted Movie-buff Sex Explained: Docu-Series Review Law & Order S01E10: The Celluloid Dungeon

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Two Swallows Daisy Goes to a Bar Behind, On Top & Inside The reward Breakfast In Bed Three Times a Woman Enema Addict

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Fourth trimester sex (after birth)

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Outtake

More material for this years February Photofest is needed. So I turn to the outtakes. This one was part of a set of selfies for Violet’s Fawke’s meme Lingerie is for Everyone. Not so flattering or such a good image as the others I submitted but still a lovely view of my newest lingerie set.

Posing with my new lingerie. White bra and panties with pink flowers.

Posed

This is from a set of photos I took with camera and tripod for a previous February Photofest but never used. There is something quite strong and powerful in this highly posed image.

I'm facing the wall, arms stretched up above my head. I'm wearing a backless top that looks like a skirt from this angle. By bottom is just peeking out.

A letter filled with love

Silhouette of a mother and son. Mother is kneeling and kissing boy on forehead.

I always struggle this week of the year. The week of your birthday. You would think that I’d be over it all, after all you are 29 now. But somehow the trauma of a difficult pregnancy and then the joy of your arrival has become intertwined with the sense of betrayal I experienced from your father. He was there is body on the day you were born, but it later transpired that he was definitely elsewhere in spirit.

You are the same age today as I was when I had you. It is no wonder that you seem like a proper grown up these days, since I did at 29 too. Marriage, a mortgage, responsible job. But I can see that you and your wife have great fun together and don’t overly worry about serious stuff over a good holiday. I don’t speak to you or see you as often as I would like, but I am thankful that if you need me you will reach out. The hug you give me when we see each other, the kiss when we say good bye tells me all I need to know. It’s not apparent to the outsider but we are as close as we were when you were a little boy.

You were described as a mummy’s boy. But what else could you be when your daddy wasn’t exactly a role model presence. Either working or up to no good he was often absent. It was our norm, something I didn’t tell others and smoothed over. I also worked full time, so made our time together as special as I could. Visiting family, going to the park, Toys R Us on a Saturday morning, playing in the snow. So many happy times, but often just us. Later though we included cousins and grandparents and ventured further afield. It was only annual holiday times that we were a family of 3.

Looking back I realise we would have managed alone. But I was too frightened, so clung on to your dad and tried hard to be happy. As you grew up I know that you sensed things were wrong but thankfully didn’t really see how bad they were.

I was wrong to wait till you were at university to make my move. Wrong too that I betrayed your dad in order to find my way out. It made me now better than him in many ways. But there’s no manual for life and us human’s get things wrong. I was grateful you came away on holiday with me and that we spent time working through some of those feelings. Sadly that then made me think you’d be ok about me brining G into my life when I did. I guess that I failed to explain who he was and how important he was becoming. But also that you would need time to adjust. That you directed your anger back at me was upsetting, but something I probably deserved.

Thankfully we have both moved on from those times. We have talked through your feelings of hurt and rejection. Talked endlessly about your dad and the issues you have with him and his behaviour. I am happy you have your wife to love and support you and that you know how much I love you and will always be there for you.

On the day of my mastectomy you took the day off and came to be with me. Breast cancer was a wake up call for me and for us as a family. I’ve now discussed things that I didn’t know possible with you. It’s entirely possible that you are the strong and caring man you are because that’s how I brought you up and because of the experiences we had together. I’m proud you are my son and the man you have become.

So on your 29th birthday, this is a love letter to you, my son.

In Leather

Searching for a Throwback Thursday photo that also features lingerie I came upon this.

Me bursting out of a leather bra.

Photos like this make me both happy and sad. Happy because I had a fabulous pair of tits and loves to show them off. Happy too because Master buys me some brilliant things. This leather bra is no exception to that.

But the photo makes me sad too. I can’t wear this bra at the moment, though in many ways it will fit better (I’ve lost weight). When this was taken in summer 2018 I already had breast cancer, but didn’t know it. But I can’t be sad for long. This was taken while I unpacked some of my clothes after moving in with Master. The same afternoon we took this one! Sad to say, he currently fits some of my bras better than I do. But that will change and then there will be an update to this post!!

Master wearing a pale blue shirt with one of my bras peeking beneath. He looks suitably happy.