The Art of Dressing to get Un-dressed

The Art of Dressing up to get undressed is one I often contemplate.

Viscerally yours (in metal, lace and leather)

We’re navigating a lot in our day-to-day, the eternal juggle between work and life, work stress, family baggage, maintaining our wellbeing, possibly psychoanalysis sessions? What we wear acts as a suit of armour, when I feel less powerful I am drawn to things that are confidence-inducing, in real terms: often my sexier clothes.

Fashion knows this. It knows we look to bright, strong colours on our facial features, strong forms from our tailoring, overt sheerness where it may seem too risqué when we may be having a (‘scuse my Brit slang) ropey few days. The haptic sleekness of latex (transparent please), the firm whack of a leather strap against skin, yanks, pulls, the markings they create; the carnal sensations these meetings of material and flesh evoke within my body and mind.

There are shapes we are told by womenswear and menswear brands are sexy, magnetic - they are usually crassly cut, often exposing skin like this is the only definition of what sexy attire is.

What defines sexy dress to undress attire to me is the leaving to the imagination, and mixed materials. The friction of lace, leather and skin overlapping each other. The glorious lube-iness of glossy latex with another rougher, more natural textured fabric such as raw silk - shine, straps, stretchiness, quality, silkiness, transparency and very possibly - all at once.

The code can be defiance - my most expensive panties peeking out from my jersey marl tracksuit bottoms. Some days,  nothing can feel sexier to me. If you have any particular weaknesses, or outfit for me in mind when we meet, please mention in your first point of contact to me.