7. Thigh highs or Bodystocking
Still following up on the twenty questions I found at Amorous Rocker of Not Your Average Chick that I decided to answer one at a time instead of all in a rush. So...
7. Thigh highs or Bodystocking:
Ok, this sort of harks back to the <<
That said I've never been a big fan of fan of body stockings. It's not that I'm *overly* obsessed with skin-on-skin contact, in fact I really enjoy the sort of bondage-y pleasures of laying a silky, satiny, or (yuppie-style) high thread-count sheet over a partner and hand-smoothing it over all the contours of her body, tucking it under her arms, then torso, then under one side and then the other of each leg, and then stroking her through the slippery-soft fabric that only slowly shifts the fabric away, uncovering her only an inch at a time till the last whip sheet falls away leaving nothing between her and the warm skin of my hands, and arms, and chest, and legs, and belly and cock.
But given a choice (and it's not always my choice since some people feel slippery playful in them) I still take a pass on body stockings, even fishnet-y ones. I've always been very impatient to get them off when someone wears them. Thigh highs, on the other hand, play into my serious preference for making out for hours. The few inches of bare skin between stockings and undies under a skirt or dress... the transition, I mean, from fingertips on that sort of zizzly-smooth texture of hose to the soft, soft skin to gathered gathered elastic legbands to the soft, humid texture of body heat captured behind cotton or satin... and when you're both grownups and have all the time in the world there on the couch or in the car? Oh my that's lovely. So yeah, definitely thigh-highs just for that.
Bonus: I know they're appallingly 80s but when I was in college hanging around socially with a bunch of dancers I thought their leg warmers and leotards were the total bee's (warm) knees! Around the same time that movie Flash Dance, or Dirty Dancing came out and then suddenly everybody was wearing them, including over jeans (!?!?) and then everyone stopped. Except for actual, you know, dancers. On whom they look great because they're sexy and *functional.*
Stockings are one of those things that are against my patchouli-scented principles, but now I feel this odd compulsion to think of something nice to say about them. (And not just unauthorized uses for stockings like tying people up. That would be cheating.)
So: did you ever the movie Tank Girl? I'm not under the delusion that it did justice to the original comic, but I sort of like it anyway, or at least I did when I was a teenager. (I may be the only fan of the comic who doesn't hate the movie with a white-hot hatred.) Anyway, there's a scene that made a big impression on me (from about 4:05 to 5:35 in this clip; sorry about the screen distortion). I'm not sure whether it will capture your imagination in quite the way it captured mine, but I still think it would be a pretty hot thing to do with a pair of stockings.
[Ooh I forgot about that. My friends and I really enjoyed Tank Girl years ago. I've added it to my Netflix que. Thanks for the reminder, P. --fl]
Thigh highs, for sure. They are my trademark for when I attend sex parties. :)
[Hey, they're less hassle than a pink carnation. :-) I think they're nice too. Thanks, TBK. --fl]