What makes you feel sexy?
I have been in a low mood the last few days and feeling decidedly unsexy, ugly and just plain gross.
So, in an effort to lift myself I started playing music… then the inevitable urge to dance came over me.
When I dance, I do so with a total absence of inhibition.
I sway and kick my hips to the beat. I twerk, I grind, I grab the counter or sink and use it as a prop to grind and dip against.
My dogs watch and sometimes join in. My neighbours have probably watched me swinging my hips all sexy-style around my kitchen and I do not care a jot.
And after about all of 30 seconds, I start to feel like the sexiest little bitch on earth. Something about the sensuality of moving around to a grinding beat, an awesome guitar riff and a sexy voice singing even sexier words make me feel… like a sex kitten. Grinding and swaying my hips always results in me feeling, (pardon my crude language, so unusual for me!), horny as hell.
Maybe it’s the sensation of the seam of my jeans rubbing against a certain area.
Maybe it’s the sheer physicality of the dancing.
Maybe it’s the way my movements mirror movements that happen during sex.
I do not know exactly why it makes me feel this way, it simply does.
The effect is heightened if I am being watched. (I must have a touch of exhibitionism about me, who’da thunk it right?!)
If the OH is in the room I ramp the sexy up a bit. I like to think it has the same effect on him.
When I am alone I settle for picturing my neighbour watching, hoping he likes what he sees!
And I admit I tweet my music and declare my dancing to the twitterverse… (oops! Definitely more than a touch of exhibitionism/voyeur fetish I suspect!)
Something has occurred to me as I write this piece, which was intended to focus on what makes me feel sexy, so please forgive my momentary digression…
Aren’t all of us bloggers exhibitionists at heart?
We all seem to nurse a deep-seated desire to share our lives, our thoughts, our fantasies, our fears and our dreams with each other.
I know for a fact that the OH, although he is always very supportive and generous in his praise of my writing, cannot wrap his head around my need to be so open and honest about my life with complete strangers.
I do not have much more insight into it other than I find writing my shit down helps me work out how I feel, why I behave in certain ways, its like my therapy. Perhaps the reason I want to share it all is in the hope that someone else will respond, saying they too have shared whatever experience I am writing about?
Perhaps I am seeking a sense of connection and understanding?
Please leave me a comment explaining why you blog, why you feel the need to share yourself, what rewards you get from it.
Now, back to sexy…
I feel sexy after I have had sex or an orgasm. I find I walk differently. I carry myself differently. I make eye contact with more people and hold it for longer.
I suspect the reason for this is the validation sex gives me that I am actually desirable to someone and that my body is capable of giving me and another person such intense pleasure.
I feel sexy when I flirt and when someone flirts with me. (And readers, if you hadn’t guessed it by now, I flirt A LOT! I flirt with men, women, younger, older, babies, dogs…) I could flirt with my own reflection FFS!
I feel sexy when I wear certain clothes.
I am not the dress and high heels type and I never have been, (much to the OH’s disappointment!). But, when I wear my skinny jeans, my fuck-me biker boots and a sexy tight tee-shirt or lace blouse? Then I walk into a room with such confidence, it’s like I own it.
In fact on the occasions that I have worn the little black dress, stockings, shoes ensemble, (hey, I gotta keep the OH happy every now and then…), I have felt uncomfortable and unconfident in the extreme. Those nights rarely end with any sexy time because I have spent the evening fidgeting and adjusting my clothes rather than simply enjoyoing myself and my companion’s company.
I feel sexy when I wear makeup. I can leave the house without it, of course, but once the smokey eyes are done I feel like my real self. I know how ridiculous that sounds, that I feel like my real self when I wear make up! But, that is simply how it is.
I feel sexy when I write my sexy stories. I am not embarrassed to tell you I have frequently felt tingles as I write! I sit at my kitchen table, (in full view of the neighbours again!), and work out the moves I am writing. I often find that I have been stroking my throat or collarbones in the manner I have just described my character doing. I have been known to squirm in my seat!
The best feeling is when someone tells me they actually got off to something I wrote! The idea that I have helped someone orgasm with only my words and images is one very, very powerfully sexy feeling, let me tell you! So readers, do feel free to share if my words have hit the right spot for you!
I would love to hear what makes you feel sexy! Please do leave a comment and share with us!
However, sadly, as I stopped dancing to write this piece, I am now back to feeling grossly unattractive, unsexy and plain old ugly again… time to put more music on I guess?
If you are interested in some of my absolute favourite sexy song lyrics, the ones that give me tingles, check out my other post http://wp.me/p4yiok-7w
If you want to know what any of the songs are just ask! I might even post a link to it!
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