Today is a day to give thanks!

I sit here, believing I am dressed for the day;  well, at least in theme for the day ahead.  But it is time to think back and consider what I am thankful for.  Yes, I am happy to be healthy.  And I do eat well, and work my tushy out at the gym to keep my figure tight, and tushy looking nice in all the skimpy clothes I love to prance around in.


As I read other people's blogs, the newspaper, and the like.  Everyone is thankful for family & togetherness.  And yes, that is important too.  But every day we have an opportunity to be whom we want to be.  And the more we explore, the better we feel, and more confident we are in our skin.  So I am thankful for the opportunity to be me!  


I am not one who likes to look back, and so the entire process of thanks for the past, kind of gets lost on my ears.  Call me just a shallow, sex-a-holic gurl!  :giggles:

But there are other things I am thankful for.  I am thankful for the myriad of different colors and styles of panties I can wear, regardless of what mood I am in. Although, I must admit I get so caught up in my stockings, heels, and garters, I often wear nothing else underneath!  I know, I know!  You are telling me, "Mischel you are such a wanton slut!"  Well, I won't deny it! And it takes one to know one, right? I am a slut!  And with the holidays upon us, and Xmas parties near, there is no better way to be!  

I look forward to parties, and secret trysts behind the elevator with cohorts too drunk from the eggnog or spiked punch to know otherwise.   Christmas parties can become so revealing!  You never know what 'hidden secrets' you can learn about people who sit next to you during the day, but have a hidden lifestyle once they leave the confines of the office!  Or how about the lives of their spouses?  :giggles:  I can't wait!  Which reminds me, anyone out there have any Holiday parties you want to invite me to?  We could sneak off together for our own little tryst, or just wink at each other from across the room, knowing each other's secret.  Then take notes and talk about them later on.  Or maybe, get somebody all tied up, and have our own little threesome!  Yummy!  Oh I can be so naughty around the holidays!

C'est l'amour!  Time to get back to Thanksgiving! My oven is hot, and it's time to baste my holiday turkey.  Oh I'm sorry! I shouldn't call him a turkey.  But he looks so tranquil and serene sleeping in my satin sheets.  A smile on his face after our late night activities.  I think I will slowly cook him with my lips and nibble on his stuffing as I go! Likely, both of us will be well-basted before the day is through.    :giggles:

Oh well, time to get back to cooking!  Ciao, ciao, and Happy Thanksgiving to all!

A few Fun Pics

Whether cartoon or pic, the sight (& thought) of cuban-heeled, & seamed stockings just gets me so hot!  What do you think?

Black or white (or other hue), I don't care.  Although, some colors are preferred.  I do love the way they make me feel!  And prancing around the house in them with stiletto heels make me feel so sexy!  I can't help myself but feel like such a slut, and want to go out and 'get some'!  :giggles:  ;)

With my legs clad in nylon, I love to find stockings with cute little bows, or designs in the knitting.  And even better, accent it all with a gold chain and a locket hanging down over my waist.  My tushy feels so 'randy' as my hips sway with each step in my high heels.

Mmmm, just love the feel of stockings!  Running my fingers down the back of my thighs, feeling the seam as they seem to tell me, I am wrapped tight!  Strutting down the street, they beckon to onlookers, "here is the seam to opening this present of desires!"  Want to open this present?

I look at this, and all sorts of thoughts pop into my mind.  Should I pray upon her rosary?  Is the gate it guards a blessing, a gateway to paradise, pathway to pleasure?  Or is the rosary there to ward off evil doers, and scare away those of less pure thoughts? Somehow, this portal just begs to be kissed, and caressed with tongue's soft touch.  What do you think?

An erotic pic, which reminds me of an old friend, whom I have lost contact with, unfortunately.  Still, this picture does haunt me, and the visions insights into my dreams.

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!

New Day, means new boundaries to press!

I can't help myself.  I feel like for every day I finish without seemingly being discovered, the more I want to 'press the envelope', and try for more.  What am I thinking?!?  But I can't help myself, this feeling inside me is overwhelming!  I want to burst out!  


I could hardly sleep last night, until I fianlly slid under my covers, dressed in my soft silk chemise slid off into  la-la land.





Today I would go further!  As I exit the restroom adorned in my soft bath sheet, I prance about searching for the right ensemble to wear under my work clothes.  Feeling so naughty, but oh so yummy doing it.  I imagine the anguish I will feel all day, knowing what I will be wearing at work, and my 'little secret' I tell myself nobody knows.  I smile finding the perfect outfit, and spread it out on my bed, and begin preparation for the new day.

First the white stockings.  Oh they feel heavenly over my legs!  I giggle as I run my thumbs under the pretty white bows at the back of my thighs.  Oh, this is so naughty!  I then slide my soft thong up my legs, as it nestles nicely above my hips.  The material sliding between my cheeks.  I feel myself coo in enjoyment as my tushy feels the splendor of the material.  I am side tracked for a moment as I feel the need to put on heels and look at myself while I put on the rest of my ensemble.    

Finally, I grab hold of myself, giggling, and remove the shoes, covering my lingerie with the 'pwer garb' of the day.  I put on my 'game face', and jump into my car.  Once on the highway amidst the traffic, if only for a moment, my secret is muffled from the mind until I reach work.  Once out of the car and heading into the building and to my desk, I feel the fabric squeeze my body.  I agonize whether the pretty bows at the top of the stockings, or the garter straps I had fastened to the stockings were visible through my suit.  I look down, while my hands run along the tops of my thighs.  I smile and nod at the secretaries I pass who smile back at me.  I can not help but wonder if any of them know.  What would be the 'penalty' I would have to pay to keep them quiet?  

Biting my lip, I turn the corner into my office, place myself behind my desk, and go about the 'business of the day', with the nagging anguish exhilaration always at the back of my mind.

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.