Saturday, May 15, 2010

Lust On My Terms!

I step out of my well worn underwear that doubles as a turtleneck. Next I undo my overused bra that is used for comfort, obviously, because it provides no support whatsoever.

I quickly step into my brand spanking new navy blue silk undergarments--bra and tiny panties. I am amazed that my breasts actually sit where they are suppose to.

Then I throw on my skinny jeans with a crisp white tee shirt. I add a belt with turquoise stones and a pair of large silver hoop earrings.

But I'm not done yet. I slip my bare feet into a pair of black stilettos with forest green soles--a signature of the expensive brand.

I feel good. Inside and out. I feel like I could re-capture that lustful spirit that seems far away and long ago.

I stop. I look at the bottom of my shoe. The green sole of my designer pumps reminds me of something.

I think for a second and then it comes to me. The green light on Daisy's dock. The illusive light that represents the demise of the American dream. This gets me thinking and that usually means trouble.

Why do I need the outside to look sexy, for the inside to feel lustful?

My expensive designer shoes all of a sudden remind me of Daisy. Not a character I like very much.

Why have spent too much money on black stilettos and squeezed my large derrière into tight ass blue jeans and bought a bra that harnesses my well worn, droopy breasts?

It is all wrong. I have to be me. I step out of my jeans and crisp tee. I throw off my expensive shoes with the green soles. I undo my uncomfortable bra.

I breathe. A long deep, comforting breath.

I throw on my old comfy jeans, take off my stupid earrings, throw on my well worn tee and a pair of flip-flops.

I am ready for a night of lust. My way. No illusive green soles at the end of my dock. No siree!


  1. Love the description of your "daily" underwear! How come sexy stuff is so itchy and uncomfortable?

    Good job on your lust post, Terry!

  2. AMEN.

    I love, love, love this.

  3. Nothing beats flip-flop and jeans. That is lust for me.

  4. Never underestimate the sexiness of feeling like yourself! (For me that means yoga pants and a comfy t-shirt.) :)

  5. If that is how you feel sexy, then by all means put on those comfy jeans and flip-flops. Being yourself *is* sexy.

  6. Strutting your stuff, completely confident in being just yourself - Now THAT'S sexy.

  7. The green light from Gatsby--what a terrific analogy! I'm so impressed.

    "underwear that resembles a turtleneck"--hilarious! I laughed out loud.

  8. Oh, yes...Isn't great to be at an age where you can say fu** it to what others think is sexy? There is nothing better than feeling comfortable in your own skin and if that means big jeans and cotton underwear, so be it.

  9. Amen! Comfort is the new sexy. I, for one, LOVE my flip flops and I have even bought several pairs, one to fit each mood - sporty, feminine, sexy, etc.

    This is one of the best nuggets of wisdom that comes with age!

  10. And what's easy to put on is easy to take off when passion strikes. =>

  11. Followed you here from Only happy to meet you.

    We have much in common. Teenager sons, old hags (haha) and hanging on to what's left of what babes we once were (-:

    Pleased to meet you, and it's so true: if we knew then what we know now...

    I'm your newest follower.

  12. Well said. You have to be yourself to be lust-ful. That's what makes it so fun.

  13. Yes, lust YOUR way. Can't be sexy without being comfortable can you? i can't. GREAT post Terry!

  14. Terry, please excuse my tardiness. I dropped was a bit overwhelmed for a while and am trying to catch up now.

    I love this post. The details. The green soles. The skinny jeans. The comfy bra. Love, Love it. And I love even more what you are saying about who we are, who we need to be, choose to be, what makes us lustful, and that there are other ways of getting at lust than what we see in a magazine.