It feels like I need to always preceed my posts with a brief history:
I spent most of my adult life as a "bedroom dresser", stockings and lingerie alone or with a partner gave me a thrill and made it oh so easy to pretend there was nothing more to it since "it was just a sex thing". Now in my late 40s I finally accepted that there is and always has been much more to it than that. Dresses, skirts, women's trousers and tops - as soon as I started wearing them I found a feeling of completeness that I've never felt before.
But this has all happened in the last year. During this time there's been one item I've avoided wearing: stockings. Hold-up stockings.
These where what started me off dressing when I was a teen and have been there all through my adult sex life. I've avoided wearing them this year because I know exactly how sexy they've always made me feel, and since I started dressing "properly" this year it's almost felt like I've needed to prove to myself that this isn't just a sexual thrill but rather a "real" part of who I am. Does that make sense at all?
So this week I felt a huge urge to wear.them and so I did, a few times. God, the feel of them against my skin, the tightness around my thigh, the act of sliding them from my foot along and up my leg... it's instant arousal as soon as I put them on.
Though weirdly it's not that they've provoked that "physical response" but rather they've made me feel incredibly aroused in every way besides that, and then eventually I've done "that thing" that does both provoke the physical response and also satisfy it.
(Sorry if this is too much information!)
But while it feels great for the moment, 10 minutes later I feel like a complete fraud. I'm back to feeling like it *is* just a sex thing and dressing is surely just something that gives me a thrill and of course it's not "part of who I am". In that moment the clothes I'm wearing start to feel "silly" and I go back to dressed drab.
That feeling passes eventually. Post coital brain chemistry of some sort? Eventually I'm back to feeling normal about dressing. I *know* it's a part of me, of who I am. But damn, those stockings.
Maybe I just shouldn't wear them.
But the thing is, nothing makes me feel more feminine than wearing them.
Does anyone else ever have feelings/cycles like this?
Sorry - bit of a rant! But felt I had to share.