The Mystery of Madame X

Hello Gentlemen –

Of course, best wishes for you as always! This summer has been spectacular, and I’m looking forward to taking in the last of it before I have to get ready to settle into September. Still, I have a few things coming together that will have me looking forward to fall. Another visit to Worcester, some time in Chicago (although I may have to abbreviate that visit, as I’ve got some things that I can’t leave unattended in Boston) and we’ll have to see what else! Keep an eye on my calendar 🙂

While I have to admit that I don’t much care for opera (at least recorded opera, I’ve been to a few shows that I have actually enjoyed watching… and I’m told that when handled the right way I can be quite a singer myself, if you’d like to treat yourself to such a performance), I also have to admit to myself that I do have a penchant for opera gloves. I’m forced to face this fact looking at my underwear drawer – I have many pairs, ranging from the basic black (and thank you for those, btw, as I now have velvet, suede *and* satin) all the way through to neon green lace. So many in fact, that they’re beginning to crowd out my panties… I’m on the lookout for a caddy for them, so that they can perhaps hang nicely next to my shoe collection (and thank you for those too!).

A generous gentleman recently questioned me as to the allure of opera gloves – and honestly, aside from acknowledging their inherent and undeniable sexiness, I hadn’t really given the matter much thought. Most of my own personal enjoyment comes from the tactile sensations of satin or velvet against my skin while I touch myself… and I do enjoy sharing those feelings with whoever I decide to touch! I’m a woman of simple pleasures 🙂

The visual impact of gloves is also tremendous. As most of you probably already know and have witnessed first hand, I’m an avid stocking enthusiast. Opera gloves are like stockings for arms! While I’m frequently complimented on my long ladylike fingers (and to answer your unspoken question, I have no idea where to begin on a piano – I imagine my hands were given to me to make me more adept at typing) I also like the way they look in gloves, and often try to coordinate my legwear and armwear if I’m going out for an evening of exhibition. Stockings and gloves -  a fun way to indulge in the pleasures of lingerie without hiding any of the juicy bits.

Of course, in the right situations, gloves can mean so much more. The sight of them invokes thoughts of sophistication and elegance, confidence and control. While wearing gloves, a woman can touch you *without actually touching you*… after all, her skin never touched yours. She initiated contact, but there is no real touch. She could slap you, and never actually feel the impact herself. Denying the sensation of real skin keeps control in the hands of the wearer and wielder of the gloves, and such an element of impersonality in an otherwise intimate setting can be eerily erotic at times (if you like screwing around with strangers – and it shouldn’t surprise you that I do!). Power dynamics may not be your thing, but at least we can all agree that gloves are beautiful 🙂

And then it gets really kinky 🙂 I’m not saying that it’s something I do often or all the time, but I have, in the past (probably in the future as well) been to (at least) a *few* orgies. It’s a great time, depending on what you’re in the mood for. The thing I like most about group sex is that you can get whatever you’re in the mood for, and leave all the worries of what other people want to whoever else wants to do whatever that is. Ultimate indulgence! However, as easy as it is to lose yourself in the moment as many times as possible, it’s also important to remember your responsibility to yourself. Safety first! In addition to the more mundane methods, I like to spice things up with a pair of latex opera gloves. Much sexier than the dime a dozen alternative, don’t you think? It’s a shame though – I lost my last pair, and a beautiful black vibrator, at a ridiculously mind blowing event in CT. It was well worth it, though – of that I have no doubts. I started out with an amazingly hot Brazilian couple who had just moved startlingly close to me (I didn’t want to weird them out and tell them that I knew their neighbors quite well), and via a hot tub, stripper pole, spanking paddle, and pool table, found myself in the morning with a really nice Italian girl who was sporting a red dress and a spectacular rack. Along the way, I picked up the best relationship counselor ever (a marriage counselor by profession, who *really* enjoys helping lesbians work out their problems… go figure), and overall had a fantastic time. Would I do it again? Get me another pair of latex gloves, and find out 🙂

~Mme X~

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Tags: Boston, Chicago, dress up, latex, sporadic fixations

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