I have spent a great deal of time in tights, stockings, knee high socks and hold ups. I wear them all year round and like how slimming and sometimes sexy they can make my legs look. I never think much of my plain black 100 denier tights until my OH absentmindedly strokes my leg, looks down and says “nice” (remember Bridget’s granny panties??). If touching each other and enjoying lingerie is going to be about the whole experience, stockings, tights etc. are great because they add to the sensory experience. The touch might be smooth or bumpy, there might be bits of skin exposed or none at all and the thrill of rolling them down can really make things hot. I have also remarked in previous posts how much I love stockings. A lot of that is to do with the fact that they’re not covering the crotch, making access easy for playtimes and they’re just plain sexy. Fishnets are eye-catching, call attention to the legs and I can understand how they’ve become synonymous with sex appeal. The Dreamgirl Thigh High Fishnet Stockings would probably be just the ticket if your partner can’t keep their hands off your legs.

But I’m still trying to figure out the magic behind that sheer piece of fabric between me and the outside world. Legs are like pathways that lead to very sexy places so I suppose anything that calls attention to them will get imaginations going. Maybe that’s the key to incredibly hot and steamy times: building up thoughts and sparking the imagination to wonder what’s underneath, what that will feel like and how fun things will be. That thin piece of fabric is more than that. It’s a little bit of the unknown, which makes things so much more fun.

National Cleavage Day is relevant not only to the way we dress in public but how we dress behind closed doors. On many occasions friends have leafed through my clothes, found a revealing piece of lingerie and called me a “dirty slut.” It was said in jest and I know that it wasn’t meant to hurt me but it did. Wearing clothes that celebrate your body, that excite, that make you feel good or sexy are not the enemy. This fear or anxiety about how others might view you if you buy a revealing top or a piece of sexy lingerie might be stopping you from taking a step towards a more liberated self. You might be visiting this sight for the first time and think that piece of lingerie is too risqué or even too sexy. What does it mean to be too sexy? Isn’t the point of lingerie to be sexy? To let go of your inhibitions? To enjoy yourself without being self-conscious? Judgements made about the way you dress or look should be banished but if that never happens you can use days like Friday to rise above it all and be confident in yourself.

Regular readers of the blog know that I have an ample bosom and sometimes this has made buying clothes that fit properly difficult. Dresses that have a subtle scoop neck on a woman with a more modest bosom becomes low cut on me. Sometimes cleavage isn’t actually a choice. Your body protrudes. It’s natural and normal and I’m happy with that. But what if you believe in complete modesty when you’re out and about? Well that’s absolutely fine too. I celebrate your choice to enjoy your body covered or uncovered. But I also love that women all over the land were flaunting their chests proudly en masse.

Imagine walking around with the Scalloped Embroidery Shelf Bra under your jacket. Your skin rubbing as you do the shopping, buy stamps at the post office or fill up at the petrol station. The excitement of knowing that you’re doing something extremely naughty and no one will ever find out! My OH often says that it’s the build-up that gets him ready to enjoy time together; the touching on a train, the kissing at the pub or the eye contact on the doorstep. It’s not rude or lewd. It doesn’t hurt or offend anyone else but it slowly and silently drives us wild! Wearing sexy lingerie can produce that same build-up. When I’m wearing sheer holds ups or a barely there thong, the excitement of my “secret” thrills me to no end.

Now some people might say “That’s Crazy. You can’t do that. What if someone sees?” Well I’m not advocating people run the streets naked (unless you feel the need to sleep in a small room in a police station or are participating in pre-approved naked activities e.g. naked bike rides) or start flashing strangers. This is a thrill for YOU and no one else. Be responsible and ensure no one else sees your smalls but it’s the thrill of knowing what’s under your clothes that will ensure you feel excited when you walk out the door.

But hey, break the rules! Who says this has to leave the house. You could cook dinner in a demure outfit with sexy lingerie underneath. Don’t tell your partner and the “secret” will excite you as you chop and stir. Tell him halfway through dinner what you’ve done and he’ll want to skip dessert! I love creating the tension and build-up in new ways. Usually we think of lingerie as a tool to excite others but there’s no reason why you can’t use it to excite yourself!

Yes this is a conversation between me and the OH talking about my bum. Sometimes I try to delve into the crazy realm that is his head, most times coming out more confused than before but he’s always very clear that he loves my derriere, my toosh, my so-called junk in the trunk. For years I was sure I knew what my best assets were and I became convinced my bum was not part of the package.

I grew up in a culture where having a large bum was generally a turn on for men. I used to look at my teenage body in the mirror and lament over the sight of (what I thought was) a flat and deflated bum. I tried wearing low-rise, high-rise, bootcut, flare, straight leg, skinny and any other kind of jean possible to augment the look. Nothing seemed to work. J-Lo’s bum seemed to be everywhere taunting me with its perfect size and position. Eventually I decided to forget about it and love my boobs. Then I met the OH. One day whilst looking at me getting dressed he said “You have the best bum in the world…and you know it.” He didn’t believe me when I said that was a piece of knowledge I was not in possession of!

Now he had me thinking and then he had me plotting. I wanted to wear lingerie that would draw attention to my bum, excite him further and maybe increase my “bum confidence.” I turned my attention to my knicker drawer. I started to wear sexy panties with sheer backs. These are great if you have little confidence about your bum but want to try something new. I had the feeling of being completely covered but exposed at the same time, which is very hot. A great example is the Ophelie Sexy Purple Briefs. Then I started stocking up on thongs and noticed they are particularly sexy when worn under a suspender belt because it looks like you’re not wearing any pants at all!

I’ve also fallen in love with lingerie with low backs. Chemises and babydolls that have low cuts draw attention to your lovely backside and still give you the feeling of being covered up if you’re still a bit nervous. But hey, you could throw caution to the wind and sport a sexy number like the Iris Lace Babydoll if you’re feeling especially frisky. Too tame? If you caught your partner listening to Sir Mix-a-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” on repeat, why not surprise him with the Dreamgirl Chemise?

So did I end up loving my bum? You bet your sweet patootie I did.

Years and many sexy purchases later I think I’ve got it sussed. I know what makes my boobs look like round fruit ready to be bitten. Here are some of my favourite styles that provide comfort, support and a great fit for my boobs.

The Bustier

With underwire cups and a fitted bodice, a bustier can offer amazing support and a slimming fit. Some bustiers come in standard bra cup sizes so getting the right size can be easy. Others like the Paisley Pleasure Bustier come in dress sizes but offer adjustable straps and a lace up bodice so you can modify your piece for a better fit. Get twice the amount of wear for your money by wearing your “underwear as outerwear.” Teamed with jeans or skirt I could sizzle on a date night and have all eyes on me and my gorgeous bust. My partner always says that he loves the build-up. The kissing and touching before we get home. The chat over dinner and the light touching. The tension really builds when he can see my lingerie in full view of everyone else!

The Chemise

With a tight fit around the boobs and long line body that just skims the bum, the chemise is perfect to draw attention to luscious curves. If you peruse the La La Lingerie site you’ll find garments that fit cup sizes up to an E cup and dress sizes up to a 4X or size 28. The size guide is really comprehensive and measuring yourself should ensure a good fit. I love the look of the Restrained Passion Chemise as halter necks offer great supports for big busts. I’d have no problem wearing this beautiful piece of lingerie for hours, not seconds!

The Babydoll

This short, loose fitting night gown is a simply sexy way to show off an amazing bust. Sometimes the fabric will just hint at what’s underneath or put everything on show in an incredibly erotic manner. I recently received the Sheer Babydoll and G-string Set. This sheer babydoll was so hot and sexy, letting him see everything on offer. It comes in one size (Queen) and is designed to fit a range of plus size shapes. It slid over easily and was so simple but effective. Any cons? Well I must practice what I preach and really check sizes. It was too big for me so I tied it with a black ribbon to draw it in and the thong was also baggy. I would have also preferred it if the material was a bit softer but my other half didn’t seem to be focusing on that!

The moral of the story is that there is a range of sizes to fit any woman and any shape. I focused on busts but look for other posts about accentuating other body parts. Enjoy your assets and pick garments that help you do just that.

For some of us, it’s embarrassing or too revealing. What will my friends think about me? Will they judge me? Will they think I’m kinky or strange? These are all questions that crossed my mind but they don’t bother me now. My partner is my best friend and we discuss openly and frankly what turns us on and what doesn’t. He can peruse sexy sites with me and help me pick out new pieces we can enjoy together. Sometimes I get frustrated that I can’t share my curiosities, questions or ideas with friends.

Recently my normally reserved friend and I had a breakthrough. Over a few weeks I’ve been showing her styles I like on lingerie sites and directing her to my favourite pieces on La-La-Lingerie.co.uk. The Passion Sarah Babydoll got a stunned silence, the La Luna Teddy got a gasp and the Dreamgirl Suspender Tank Bodystocking seemed to completely overwhelm. Then suddenly on Thursday she called me up and said “Let’s go shopping.” To be honest, I was shocked. It usually takes several glasses of wine before she can open up about the things she gets up to with her man. Now she wanted to shop online together for lingerie. Before we started we agreed not to make assumptions about our sex lives or each other by the types of lingerie we’d pick. At first she seemed embarrassed but soon it became more relaxed and matter of fact. “I like my boobs best so I would feel comfortable in that open cup teddy.” “Those knickers look comfortable and I could wear them under my sexy black dress on date night.” “He’d love those suspenders. What’s your experience of that many hooks?”

I could tell she found telling me her ideas liberating and fun. I helped her pick out a few things and now lingerie shopping isn’t taboo. Sex is fun, preparing for it is fun and talking about both should be the same. Let me know what you think…?

This is a brief story about an encounter with a man. It isn’t so much about being gay but not being sure of a situation and reacting quickly enough to stop it happening.

I had been out on the town and drunk plenty. We were in a large group, predominantly made up of men with several ladies. At the end of the evening we started to go our own ways. It was suggested we go back to Malcolm’s pad for a few drinks.

As the morning approached people slowly drifted off. It was just Malcolm and myself left. I was drifting in and out of a drunken sleep. I was aware of Malcolm on the sofa next to me. He was leaning into me and his legs were splayed apart.

I ended up being pushed up against the arm of the sofa. He was pressing into me and I felt very uncomfortable but I was too tired to move to another sofa.

I kept dozing and I really have no idea how long I had been there. I was aware of a hand on my crutch and being gently squeezed. I realised it was Malcolm’s hand and pushed it away. It was actually quite exciting.

After a few minutes his hand was back. I let it stay there longer this time before once again pushing it away. This time the hand was back almost immediately just as I was drifting back into sleep. I felt my zip being pulled down and I enjoyed the sensation of it. I spent too much time enjoying it that I never considered stopping it.

I realised that he would quickly realise that I was wearing ladies knickers and that was suddenly my greatest fear and not that he would be in my pants.

I tried to stop him but his hand was inside my trousers and feeling me over my knickers. I couldn’t pull his hand out and so I just laid there and let him continue. His touch was wonderful, he started to gently squeeze my balls, but when I didn’t react he squeezed hard making me jump.

I was struggling to stay awake, but I was enjoying his touch. I realised to my embarrassment that I was erect. Something he noticed and commented on several times. Calling me a slut and telling me how much I enjoyed it. He never once commented on my knickers and I felt relieved he hadn’t noticed.

It wasn’t long before I climaxed. His hand stayed there whilst I drifted back into sleep.

When I woke he was in the kitchen with Sarah. They walked into the lounge and Sarah said I hear you two had a good time last night smiling as she said it. You certainly was when I walked in. Then she said to Malcolm “no they are not my knickers he is wearing” as she looked down at me.

I looked down and realised in horror that I had been stripped from the waist down with only my knickers dangling on one foot.

I had no idea of what had happened or what Sarah had seen. But she did say perhaps we should call you Michaela from now on…

I was hesitant at first because of well, my thighs. I was afraid that I would look like a turkey wrapped up in string, which is never a good look. I had to find a style that suited me. There were belts that comprised of a thin strip of material, exposing a multitude of flesh and those that had wide panelling and high waists. Some belts only had four straps whilst others had six or more! I settled on a wide panelled belt with six straps and a multi-clasp back. I slipped on the stockings first. They felt comfortable and non-restricting. Hold-up disasters with the associated circulation problems played fresh in my mind. The belt fit around my waist easily and the clasps at the back ensured a snug (but comfortable fit). I tightened the straps to suit me and attached the stockings to the belt. Then I turned to look in the mirror.

The belt was smooth and silky, and my legs looked sexy. The suspender belt rose high around my bum to expose just the top of my thong. My legs looked long and vivacious and the suspenders didn’t budge. “Sex on legs” as my friend would say. I waited for my partner to come home and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me. He remarked that the material felt nice to touch and I could tell that he was getting a thrill with every suspender strap I unhooked. Turkey thoughts were far from my mind and his I’m sure! In fact I think I enjoyed the outfit as much as he did.

Criticisms I hear of suspender belts tend to mention the words “cheap” or “trashy” but I didn’t feel that way at all. I felt sexy and glamorous, with a hint of Bettie about my person. If you don’t think they’re for you think again. There’s a range of stocking sizes and designs for every woman and you can start with a pair of knickers with detachable straps if you’re nervous.

For many years my dressing was a secret, how could you share such a thing with anyone. But if you dress in ladies sexy lingerie then you are likely to be caught out, as I have written in previous chapters.

Initially getting caught was a terrifying experience. The shame of it, the being caught wearing ladies underwear. How can I ever be considered a man again.

But time cures everything and you look back on experiences of being caught and smile. It was actually very exciting. The time I was bent down in front of my cousin and she suddenly asks what I am wearing her eyes transfixed down my shirt. I stood up and said a vest, to which she replied “what a lacy one?” I wonder what she really thought.

The time I was wearing a bra and watching my sexy next door neighbour through the blinds, knowing I was hidden. Only when she looked up and burst out laughing I realised that I wasn’t hidden. I really couldn’t believe she saw me. I later checked the view from where she had been and I could not see in. So I convinced myself I had imagined it.

So when she was out the front cleaning the inside of her windscreen I happily stood behind the blinds watching her. I saw her look up and look away. I thought she had seen me again, but she carried on cleaning, but she looked as though she was discreetly trying to get someone’s attention. I stood back because I felt that she had seen me. Her boyfriend appeared and she talked to him and they were both laughing. When he looked up I knew I had been seen.

I was really terrified now. She was the local gossip, very attractive and popular. They both spoke to me in the same friendly way. He showed me holiday photos and talked about all the gay bars, so I realised that he had thought I was gay because I wore ladies sexy lingerie.

One day I was looking out the back across the gardens and wow I saw her washing. She had sexy black lingerie on the washing line. Bra, panties, camisole, suspender belt and stockings. I had never seen her hang out underwear before and this wasn’t exactly ordinary sexy lingerie. I was so excited I wanted to lean over the garden fence and touch it.

I wondered if it had been related to her seeing me wearing a ladies bra, that she was showing me what she wears. Or maybe it was a tease, I couldn’t help thinking that this is what her lucky boyfriend gets to see.

If the sexy lingerie on the washing line wasn’t enough to excite a little sissy, then I saw her out in the back garden sunbathing. Normally she sat out the front of the house because there was no sun out the back. But there she was literally outside my bedroom window sunbathing in her bra.

Now I simply couldn’t understand why she would be sunbathing there because it was in the shade. I really did think she was teasing me. I was so envious of her and wished that I could be a woman like her. I wondered if it was all in innocence but I didn’t think it was.

I decided to test the situation and dropped some coins onto the windowsill making a loud noise, she opened her eyes and looked up. I was behind net curtains but now she knew I was there. She closed her eyes and continued sunbathing. My mind was in turmoil, what was going on. We had been neigbours for several years. Now she was hanging out sexy lingerie and sunbathing in her bra.

I had experienced being caught and now rewarded. I wanted to get seen more and I did!

To get caught all you have to do is wear ladies underwear and carry on your normal activities. From time to time you will show off something or something will happen that will expose you. This has happend on many occasions. The following are two incidents.

I was trying on trousers in a shop. I removed my trousers and was standing there in my knickers, which I was admiring in the mirror. Suddenly the curtain opened, I looked and saw a lady looking at me. She quickly closed the curtain, my heart pounded, before I could even worry about whether she had noticed I was wearing knickers the curtain opened again and she looked straight down at my knickers. She closed the curtain and I heard her laughing, I could hear mumbled talking broken up with laughter, then there were two people laughing or was it three.

This was just awful. I hurriedly got dressed and was too scared to leave the changing room. When I left the shop was full of people all of them looking at me and laughing. There must have been a dozen or so people there. As I walked to the door I heard one lady say he is a transvestite. I looked around and everyone was laughing at me.

It was an awful experience at the time. The lady was rude to open the curtain as she did. If the curtain was closed then she must have realised that someone was in there. Then to look a second time almost as if to double check what she saw the first time was unbelievable.

If this had been a man walking in in a lady then what? As it was a lady did this to me and then told everyone around that I was wearing ladies knickers.

Of course when I look back on this I love it! She is a lady and I am a sissy, she had every right to look in and then tell others.

A second occasion you just can’t imagine. People say you have to be careful in case you have an accident. This is true but it would mean never going out wearing girly things again.

Unfortunately for me I did have an accident.. I stood on a broken bottle which went though my shoe and into my foot. It was a large cut and bleeding very badly. The result was that I had to go to hospital to have it tended to. Now so far I was not worried. My foot was injured so no risk of getting caught.

Everything went well until I required a tetanus injection. The nurse told me that I required one and told me what she had to do. I was asked to lower my trousers. This was absolute horror, I had on bright burgundy knickers, lace sides, bow on the front. I undid my trousers and stood with my back to her, I slightly lowered my trousers.

She came up behind me and lifted my shirt up and pulled my trousers down below my bottom. The cold air on my bottom indicated all was on show. She lowered my knickers half way down my bottom and gave me my injection.

I quickly pulled my trousers up and didn’t know where to look. She spoke to me and seemed completely normal as though what had happened was normal. To this day I can’t help wondering is it possible she hadn’t noticed I was wearing ladies knickers?

It all started with a black chemise with lace panels, a ruffled skirt and underwire cups. It just skimmed my bum and the cups followed the line of my cleavage. The dark colour and panelling slimmed down any lumps and a carefully placed diamante heart ensured attention was squarely focused on me. When my partner saw it his eyes widened and his hands reached out to touch. I always remind him that he looked like a deer caught in the headlights at that moment! And never for a second did I think of switching the lights off. In fact, I felt so desired I wanted them on!

A strange domino effect occurred. Over coffee in a cafe my partner could whisper that he loved me in that chemise and my plain jeans and blouse felt as if they’d morphed there and then. He was eyeing me up in sweats and tees imagining the naughty lingerie I’d donned a night or two ago. My collection expanded and my awareness of any imperfections decreased. Instead the babydolls, chemises, stockings, garter belts and embellished bra sets appeared to enhance my curves, make my legs look longer and leaner and give me more confidence.

I was speaking to a friend about my love for lingerie and she expressed dismay that she couldn’t wear lingerie because she felt it would make her look silly. I told her that if she slipped on a sexy set and her partner saw a clown instead of a voluptuous sex kitten this man would have to be an idiot. The last thing I feel when I slip on a pair of sheer stockings is silly. All the while her partner sat there looking fairly overwhelmed with a stunned smile. Inside I chuckled because I knew he was probably hoping I’d change her mind.

I suppose in my own experiences I realised that women are sexy no matter their size and anyone can wear lingerie. With a great range of sizes and designs there’s nothing holding you back but your own self-confidence. Turn the lights on and let him see your beautiful body!