The Allure Of Men's Accessories. Fuck yes.

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J'aime tellement porter votre chemise , monsieur ;
Et vous - vous l'aimez aussi , j'en suis sur ;
Vous allez dire que je dois l'enlever , pourvu que
Je fusse nue sous le tissue soyeux, pure,
Les deux mamelons tous dressés et bien prêts
Pour vos mains durs, demandant, aggresifs,
Vous savez que je n'ai aucune regret:
Vivons la vie d'une manière décisive...

Méli 💞

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You know you like him in his suit and you are naked in a submissive pose.

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There is something about a suit that emphasizes the power imbalance/power dynamic of CMnf and makes me feel more naked than just naked. More aware of how my nakedness alone creates a submissive headspace. I think in part it is the formality of a suit, the way (in my culture) a men's business suit conveys control and power.
But it's also the quality of the fabrics against my skin. Crisp ironed shirt, silk tie, beautiful leather belt, fine woven wool suit jacket and pants that feel just slightly rough, like the finest of sand paper against my nakedness. I want to feel all of it against my skin, I want him to use his control to master me, I want to rub myself against him in the most wanton ways to feel his body through the fabric, being so aroused by his male essential and aroused by the denial of his skin. Feeling his passion for me through his trousers. The possibilities of what happens next runs through my head...
I just pray that before we have coffee in the morning, I'll rise from our bed of sin to wear his shirt and nothing else, marked and so well fucked I can feel it in every single part of me.
 
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