Oh sweet vixen Valerie!

 I don't know what comes over me, but every time I put on a pair of sexy stockings, my body feels the need to prance about, shaking my tushy, and imagining others watching me...wanting me!  The feel of the air on my naked tushy, and my legs covered in nylon, along with my lace bra and panties make me feel so sexy.  Yet, the carnal desires always bubble to the surface.  I guess I am just a wanton slut, and need it bad!  Is that so wrong?  What do you gurls think?  Is it wrong to truly 'need it' when clad in your naughties?

Recollecting the Day

As I sip on my 'totty', watching the sunset, I feel a sense of happiness.  Today was a chance to experience the soft and relaxing side of femininity.  I smile to myself, all ready for bed, and recollect the quiet time experienced today.






Well, the day wasn't completely uneventful.  I did have one visitor this morning.  And oh, didn't she give me a big surprise!  You see, I had been expecting a package from an online store of 'naughty toys'.  So when I looked through the window, and saw a sexy UPS blonde with a package to deliver,  I decided to be a little tease and answer the door as her special Christmas gift to open!

Little did I know, she'd show me more than one 'package'.  I just had to relieve her of that pressure that was building.  :giggles:

What? I couldn't be disrespectful!  Yes, they are in a hurry and all, but I just had to show my appreciation for her delivery, and give her 'one for the road'!








But, most of the day was spent prancing about, changing from one outfit to another, and enjoying the quiet day.

And yes, no matter what I end up wearing, it always ends up coming off.  I ultimately enjoy the feel of stockings and heels, and how they make my legs feel, as well as my tushy when I prance about in them.

Prancing about, & loving the freedom

I just love the freedom when wearing stockings, corset, and high heels.  Feeling the air on my tushy as I prance about!  My body feels alive!  

The way Shopping was meant to be

What? After we tried them on in the store, we happily decided to wear them home!

More Fun!

I found this outfit, and felt so giddy!  I had to try it on and bring it home!  Sooo Yummy!  Looking at myself in the mirror, then prancing around in my high heels!  My only regret is it's something I'll probably just wear around the house and not under my work clothes. 

Although, wouldn't it be fun to see what would happen if I just walked around outside for a little bit.  Maybe in the early morning just at dawn when nobody was around.  Or even better, just saunter about at midday, and see the reaction of the men driving by as I bend over to adjust a heel strap.  :giggles:  Oh, such a tantalizing thought.  Mmmmmm!  I think I'll do just that  One never knows who you can pick up just in your own front yard!  I feel like such a harlot!

The more I look, the more I need

The more I discover, the more 'shopping' becomes a sacred addiction.  What is it that makes nylons drive me so wild?  I am dressed for work!  An Italian business suit over my stockings, garter, and thong, and I can feel my entire body tingle with excitement!  I just can't stop, and must have more!

Oh this look in her eyes just says it all to me, calling out to me even more! 

She just makes me feel so naughty!  Looking at her, I want to be her!  Dress like her, go out, bring home another female and become such a slut!

There is something about the simplicity of the coloring that is still so sexy about this picture.  

Beginning the day, and my Secret

I guess I am in one of those moods today.  I began this blog last night, and I couldn't sleep all night.  Like coming out of the closet, my mind became alive with what to wear under my work clothes today, and how it will feel next to my skin.

I feel like a little school girl, trying to get away with something naughty. Yet it all feels so fun, I can't help it, and go ahead anyway.  As I awake, I step into the shower, feeling the water slide down my naked body.  Lathering soap in my hand, I run it along first my calf, then around my shin, then run the razor along.  My toes pointed as I am feeling so feminine now and visions of what I had layed out for myself to wear dance through my mind.  I continue on up to my thighs, careful to remove any stubble.  I giggle as I look down at the little 'heart-shaped' tuft I had shaved the day before just above my clitty.  'Oh I am feeling so naughty!'.  A slight girlish giggle escapes from my lips.  

Stepping from the shower, I dab myself dry.  

I saunter back into my room wearing only a towel. Picking up the first stocking, I sit, point my toes, scrunching up the nylon, and slowly slide them over my feet, along my ankle, up my calf.  The exhilaration as I stretch them up my thigh.  I take a dip breath, holding back the excitement as I grab the other and repeat the first step.  I have to stand and stare at myself in the mirror, looking side-to-side, and making sure the seam to my cuban heeled stockings is straight on either leg.  Then comes the...yes...I admit it....the thong.  I purchased one that will make today seem even more naughty.

Oh, I feel like such a harlot.  The material is so sheer and soft, yet so delicate with that adorable ribbon.  And the back!  The word says it all.  I pause to wonder if any of this will show under my clothes.  Then shake it off as if to tempt fate!  I MUST have this!

Then the garter, (as if any of the prior would show more than the garter straps).  Sliding it on, then carefully attaching the straps to the stockings.  I have to let out a deep breath.  Oh I feel so naughty, but I am now so addicted to the feel of this, I can't imagine a day without it, and still feeling whole.  

Standing in front of the mirror, I admire the vision.  Oh so yummy! (Did I just say 'yummy'?)  I turn from side to side, then around to admire my tush.  (Oh, and there is that word again...'tush'!)

I bite my lip, then throw on my outer layer.  The business suit!  Ack!  The cloak to cover my inner desires, and the secret I live.

Just a few of my favorite things

Of course Cuban heels just cause me to go wild!

Just to dress in them causes my tush to sway as I feel so excited!  There I go!  I am calling my behind a tush!  But they do frame the behind so well!  And when wearing them in sexy heels, you can't help but feel your hips sway from side-to-side in a rhythmic tempo.  Just thinking about it causes me to want to more and more.  I am finding myself wearing them regularly under my suit during the day.  The feel, knowing it is there as I call meetings into my office drives me crazy!



Then there is my addiction to the tush itself!  Aahh, paradise.  The soft curves, watching it move with such grace, and imagining it just barely covered by a short dress or skirt, waiting to be kissed or worshiped.

And of course, once I am completely adorned, and succumbing on my knees, I feel myself the submissive in a lesbian longing.  I can not withstand the desire for being a little slut to another female.  Is there anything wrong with this?  The more I think about it, the more I need it, and can not stop until I have it.  And once I do, I want it more, and more often!