Oh… Give me a man with ideas!
Liberty, thy name is woman! And in the name of freedom, let’s celebrate our womanly and manly differences and enjoy the profound pleasures of touch, games, lingerie, and toys!
After all, when did sex become so serious? Shouldn’t it be about laughter and play? About connection and adventure at our leisure? Shouldn’t we be able to revel in our own and, of course, our partner’s pleasure?
Eroticism is not a dirty word, but let’s muddy the waters a little, and have some fun…
Couture corsets, beautiful bustiers
Ladies: A bustier or a corset, tightly laced and emphasizing your assets – isn’t an affront to feminism; it is a pouty provocateur, an acknowledgment of your femaleness.
And it has side benefits (as well as frontal). Not only does it show your cleavage to full advantage, but for those of us who spend hours of each day toiling around the house or yard, the pull of the ties and the strength of the stays provide wonderful support to the lower back.
All the while, allow yourself the simmering sensation of being naughty, the veiled sexuality, the imagination of what is, and isn’t, on your most intimate territories. Conjure the slow and sensual releasing of your bountiful flesh, when your man finally decides to unlace and unwrap – whatever may come.
Luscious, luxury lingerie
Gentlemen: If you’d like your woman in a sexy corset or a flagrantly revealing underthing, choose only the finest. Simple, satin, silky. A little lace here, a lack of lace there.
Surprising her with a corset for the first time?
Cover her eyes with a sash or ribbon, oh-so-gently. She will tremble, even at that simple act. Its audacity. The trust she must have in you to permit it. Now… Wrap the corset around her body. Hook it. Take your time… Mmm, sublime. Now lace it. Tighten until she catches her breath. She is breathing more quickly now. Have you noticed? And perhaps, you are as well… Do tell…
Walk her to a full-length mirror. Remove the blindfold. Let her see herself as you see her. Offerte, the French would say. Offered to you as a gift – and to herself – as a beautiful, sexual creature.
It is all about elegance, a dash of danger, ferocious foreplay. Fantasy. And more fantasy.
Adult interaction in the love game…
Where is the line between the erotic and the pornographic? It’s a question for each combination of consenting adults – a matter of taste, a matter of individual exploration and agreement.
Other topics to cover, or uncover? Oh yes.
Prefer to leave the corset on during the first act, and perhaps the second as well? A very special experience. I know that when my man prefers the stilettos to stay on, air conditioning is required – whatever the season. The Victorian bustier, its tenacious and elongated boning… the cool string of pearls, a few satiny ribbons, and my artful Mona Lisa smile… that’s when I know I’m coming to the party properly – and improperly dressed.
And Ladies: Never underestimate the power of a mask. It excites him. It releases you… Mardi Gras season, to perk up the marital bed. Or any other location that seems to fit.
Gentlemen: Don’t think you aren’t entitled to partake as well. Don a mask and leave your partner to her fantasies. As you indulge in your own. The limits? Your imagination, and mutual consent.
Oh… give me a man with ideas…
He’s a tall man. With thighs that grip, tightly. From his riding days, his horsey, Connecticut, prep school persona. His stoically set face that reveals so little. His conventional attire. His appropriate lingo.
But behind closed doors, eroticism rises from his public propriety and the desire to shed its restraints, his knowledge of dressage, and the titillation of its rigor and release.
The riding crop. Its swish and thwack on a bared cheek. A slight sting. A rosy glow.
Oh… must I say it…
Give me a man with ideas!
Ladies and Gentlemen: I give you the American pastime. No, not baseball. The automobile.
Are cars steamy sights for engaging encounters? You bet they are. A convertible, with the wind in your face. A pickup, bouncing along a country road. Whatever the make or model, whether old or new, American men know the pleasures of the revved engine, the velvety feel of worn leather seats, the appeal of a woman’s knee and perhaps her thigh glimpsed, as she shifts position, as she crosses her legs or moves an ankle a fraction to the side. Her skirt flutters in the breeze, or slides up just a hair. She senses your eyes, for a moment, on the promise of the hidden destination that lies beyond what you can see.
Warning: Make sure it’s safe sex. And that includes pulling over if you entertain any moving violations. And always watch out for the stick, lest it do some damage.
Oh… give me a man with ideas…
An evening out on the town, and nothing between me and my Calvins. A meeting at the bar, as though we are strangers, and where he will take me – entirely up to his planning beforehand. He’ll surprise me… with a little hotel room, brightened only by tea lights. A deserted stairway in his office building, late at night, and a cool wall to prop me against. A Tiffany box, with anything but Tiffany silver inside it. If it is silver, it’s a sonorous sex toy. A saucy surprise. And so many to choose from… just slip off the bow, for any occasion.
Oh… give me a man with ideas, and I am fully a woman of like mind, given over to my fantasies and to his, to the excitement of the unknown, the improvised, sexual silliness, sexual stretching. The freedom of pushing one’s boundaries. The joy of exploring those lovemaking limits with a partner who is all about the game and good humor, the natural intoxication of our animal nature, and our human nature.