The secret you might not believe
You're not going to believe me. This is going to be news to you, (unless you've read my other piece for Girl on the Net) and while that mystifies me, it brings me a great deal of pleasure to let you into an open secret:
Your. Legs. Are. Incredible.
I am not going to say they are the BEST thing about you. You are a package, and your filthy sense of humour, your intelligence and your passion for that weird book you like are far more desirable to me. But if we focus, just for the moment, on physical body parts, your legs are fucking irresistible and you should know that. Or maybe you shouldn't, because Superman shouldn't tell anyone about Kryptonite, and if I tell you just how wonderous and thrilling and gorgeous your legs are, maybe you will figure out how easily you can activate me and control me when I am supposed to be the Dom and you are supposed to be the whimpering mess with her throat in my palm.
No. You should know.
"But not me, my legs aren't pretty"
I say this in the gentlest and most loving way - you are wrong. However you feel about your own body is of course your business, but if you're in a dress or a skirt, my pulse quickened when we met and I have had to remind myself that your eyes are up HERE. I am sorry if society has programmed you into thinking women's legs are only sexy if they are long, slim, and waxed, so allow me to use this little corner of the internet to tell you all of the types of legs that are sexy:
- short legs
- long legs
- pale legs
- dark legs
- shaved legs
- hairy legs
- slim legs
- thick legs
- muscular legs
- clear legs
- scarred legs
- tattooed legs
- women's legs
"You really just want a picture of my...legs?"
YES. Look, I know the men before me asked for boobs over and over again. I know they asked for pictures of you touching yourself and pressured you into trying to pose in a variety of self conscious FHM style positions. It's common. And I like boobs too, I really do. I like everything. We'll get to everything.
But if you really want to drive me crazy? If you really want my attention? If you really want to take the risk of me imprinting myself upon you? Of obsessing over you? Of pacing back and forth waiting for the moment you'll be in slam-against-the-wall reach? Send me a picture of your legs crossed in a meeting. Send me a picture of the tops of your stockings. Send me a picture of them peeking up through the bubbles of your bath.
I know you don't believe me because I am asking for something that can be seen in every day life. A part of the body that is commonly on display - even as part of work attire. Summer dresses and business skirts and high heels - all around us. I know. The other men felt they needed to make you reveal something that's always covered. That was their context. Like conquerors. My context is that the world sees you but you are mine.
Send them to me. Just for me.
Which part of the leg?
I think my favourite is the fleshy part on the top on the thigh. The part my hand can rest on under the table while you're trying to have a conversation with your friend in the pub. Or actually, now that I think about it, it's the inner thigh. That's where I would write on them them most, and the first place where I would sink my teeth into you before I bury my tongue into your cunt. Or probably the knee. That's the most famous part. The first part everyone will see and notice and shows how elegantly you move when you walk. Or the back of the thighs - that's the view when I kick your feet apart as you brace yourself against the wall. Or the calves, especially if you're wearing tights with a seam that run down to the heel.
What shall I wear for you?
There is something about the texture and shade that nylon brings to your skin that hypnotises my eyes and makes my hands wander to uncontrollable levels. Tights. Fishnets. Stockings. Heels. Boots. Anything you wear that essentially highlights your legs in any way is going to hit me hard and make me rip them from your body.
But I love the bare leg too. I love the marks I can leave with my fingers, my teeth or my pen. The only thing as sexy as legs in pretty shoes and stockings is a bare leg with no shoes at all.
The way I will treat your legs will mirror the dichotomy of our dynamic. I will bruise them and write filthy and degrading things on them. But I will also moisturise them and shave them with more care and tenderness than even you would show. After a hard day of work, I will take your shoes off and rub your legs and feet as we relax in front of the TV. When you want sex you will push your toes against my crotch in the restaurant. Or at home by resting your head on my chest and moving your thigh up over my groin, feeling me stiffen - knowing that the tights you're wearing will have to be thrown away tonight.
Maybe you'll believe me when you watch me masturbate straight onto your legs.
Maybe you'll believe me when you hold my gaze as my teeth tear into the flesh of your inner thigh.
Maybe you'll believe me when you snap your legs around my waist and my large fingers curl into them while my dick buries itself inside you.
Your legs can be so many things in so many moments. I'm obsessed with them all.
Do you believe me?
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Photo credit: Model and photographer, my very good friend Madam Mayhem. Go check out her website! Madam Mayhem – Kinkspiration | Dating & Sex Tips (madam-mayhem.com)
