I confess: I’m a lingerie freak. As if you couldn’t tell. Lingerie is sartorial foreplay, visual arousal for my partner(s) and fuel for my erotic engines. Undercover fashion passions feel cool and look hot, tease as they please, reveal as they conceal. But they’re more than that, at least for me. Slinky slips, lacy teddies, pretty panties, silky stockings, vintage garter belts, dominatrixy corsets, fetish wear and high heels are all parts of my uniforms and the Weapons of Mass Seduction I wield on the frontlines of my “war” against sexual oppression.

I confess: I’m a lingerie freak. As if you couldn’t tell. Lingerie is sartorial foreplay, visual arousal for my partner(s) and fuel for my erotic engines. Undercover fashion passions feel cool and look hot, tease as they please, reveal as they conceal. But they’re more than that, at least for me. Slinky slips, lacy teddies, pretty panties, silky stockings, vintage garter belts, dominatrixy corsets, fetish wear and high heels are all parts of my uniforms and the Weapons of Mass Seduction I wield on the frontlines of my “war” against sexual oppression.

I confess: I’m a lingerie freak. As if you couldn’t tell. Lingerie is sartorial foreplay, visual arousal for my partner(s) and fuel for my erotic engines. Undercover fashion passions feel cool and look hot, tease as they please, reveal as they conceal. But they’re more than that, at least for me. Slinky slips, lacy teddies, pretty panties, silky stockings, vintage garter belts, dominatrixy corsets, fetish wear and high heels are all parts of my uniforms and the Weapons of Mass Seduction I wield on the frontlines of my “war” against sexual oppression.