Sugar and Spice

Last week I told you that I had gotten a lovely gift of a spa day and I planned to spend a day being pampered and massaged and painted.  I did and it was wonderful.  Afterward I had to go out and indulge myself even more with my other not-so-secret sexy obsession.  Lingerie.

A lot of of you know that I’m something of a tomboy.  I ride horses, ski, run rapids, train dogs, rappel out of helicopters, and fix old cars.  All of that doesn’t mean that I’m not girlie and sexy to the bone.  It’s just part of what I like to do and who I am.  A girl can be physically outgoing and girlie as well, all rolled into one delicious, unpredictable package.

You know that part of my girlie side is having phone sex with you boys.  Tormenting and teasing you, sweet or spicy depending on my mood and how nice you’ve been to me lately.  Of course phone sex isn’t my only girlie, sexy outlet.  I love dressing up just as much as anyone and these long long legs of mine generate more than their share of attention when I put on my heels and short skirts.

But my favorite girlie indulgence is lovely, silky, sweet, delicious lingerie.  It’s not so much an indulgence as it is a necessity.  The feel of silk sliding over my skin or sheer hose on my legs is a sensuality that gives me that secret smile a lot of you comment on.  It’s the feel of a satiny camisole or sheer silky panties or my light-as-air, almost-not-there jammies slipping over my skin or under my hands.  Even under my jeans or ski gear I’m wearing pretty boy shorts with lace or a hot pink thong.

No matter if I’m filthy to my eyeballs in mud, underneath it all will be the sexy undies that are the reminder that no matter what else I’m doing the essence of me is hot and sexy to the core, just like my smile.