Risqué

A photo of a woman, hand on hip wearing a black lace body.

I remember choosing lingerie for my wedding. I had never owned any before, and it felt really illicit and exciting to pick out something white and lacy to wear for the first time, even if I was confused by the garters complicated construction.

I don’t think I ever wore it again. I was a comfort queen and I didn’t understand the need to wear uncomfortable lace when the important stuff was underneath. It didn’t seem to matter to my partner either.

It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I started to get the appeal. I am still a comfort queen – most of the time I hang out in boxers because they feel good on my skin and I like the way they make me feel, but occasionally it has been fun to wear something different, for a purpose.

I’ve been gifted a few things which is always a massive privilege, as well as fun, knowing that someone else is excited by the thought of me wearing it. It has also been great to photograph in different contexts, such as for the vintage prompt, which has given me the opportunity to see myself in ways I could never have imagined.

It may not be the first thing I grab when I get dressed in the morning, but I am slowly growing in confidence wearing and enjoying something a little more risqué.

An image of red lips with the words 'Kink of the Week' over the top.
Sinful Sunday


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