Dress You Up in My Love

I had an oddly hot dream last night, after not being able to get to sleep until very, very late. It has to have been inspired by an episode of Project Runway (and I’ll have to put off talking about that show for a bit because of the promise I made myself not to talk […]

I had an oddly hot dream last night, after not being able to get to sleep until very, very late.

It has to have been inspired by an episode of Project Runway (and I’ll have to put off talking about that show for a bit because of the promise I made myself not to talk about any more reality teevee).

I was dressing a woman up in lacy, pretty, elegant lingerie. She was a tall, stunning brunette with a perfect figure, and I was choosing things for her to put on while she modeled them for me; garter belts, bra and panty sets, bustier sorta things. Garters and more garters, and some other things that might have been nighties and might have been very suggestive evening clothes, I’m not sure.

The clothes are kind of a blur to me now, I just recall fancy, very lacy things in a number of colors, maroon, pink, black, jade green.

What I recall, though, is the feeling of dressing this woman up almost like a living barbie doll; the subtle dominant/submissive feeling it had, her doing what I told her, putting on what I chose for her and modeling it for me while I sat watching, directing her to pose for me, to show herself off for me.

I woke up with the image in my head, watching her put on a lacy, fussy garter belt at my direction. It’s been with me all day, that image.

5 thoughts on “Dress You Up in My Love”

  1. y’know Shay, I’d fuck one ‘o things, just because, but no, this dream was about a real live girl who could giggle and fight back a little, which is much more fun.

    If a girl can’t scream my name when she comes, what’s the point?

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