The Strange Truth About Men, Stockings and Suspenders

Why is it that men turn into slavering puppies at the slightest glimpse of a lacy stocking top, a taut suspender plus a naked thigh? What is it about suspender belts, garter belts and their corrupting influence on man and boy kind?

To me, it's a total mystery. Girls out there, please explain. Better still you men, just let me know how this works.

I became aware of the whole stocking thing when my first serious boy friend and I were reading a Sunday newspaper together on the sofa. He suddenly tensed and then hastily turned the page. I noted He was aroused. I was curious and discretely turned the page back. His face gradually turned scarlet.

So what was his guilty secret? A picture of a hot looking lady wearing nothing more than a pair of black stockings and a suspender belt (or garter belt if you live across the Atlantic).

“So do you like stockings and suspenders?” I asked innocently squeezing his thigh suggestively and pointing at the offending picture with my other hand. I should explain that we had not yet slept together so he was clearly a bit jumpy about the whole sex thing.

What Men Want - Black Stockings

To cut a long story short, our relationship progressed and we developed a sex life of sorts. But nothing to write home about. That is until I remembered the girl in the newspaper.

I was buying a new coat at the time so I nipped over to the lingerie section and grabbed some black stockings and a racy suspender belt. I’d never worn one before. It always seemed a bit sleazy and old fashioned. Something more for my Dad’s generation or a ‘Carry On’ film.

But before I tell you about my stockings adventure, just what is the attraction of this particular combination of garments to the male?

A wise girl friend told me that the Psychology of Stockings and Suspenders is all about contrasts.

Black stocking against white thigh. Hence black girls with dark skin look just as hot in white stockings. Even long black gloves can be a turn on when covering a white arm

Intricate Architecture of Desire

Some say that there is a kind of bondage thing going on here. The stockings binding the thighs tightly while the suspenders are taut across the thigh to the belt or girdle that in turn binds the waist of the object of a man’s passion (you!).

The whole an intricate architecture of desire. A sensual balance of elastic forces and potential energy bound against vulnerable flesh. Add to this potent mix fishnet stockings with the leg held tightly in a mesh and you have an explosive formula.

Mind you, it just wouldn’t be so sexy or erotic if the stockings were baggy, the suspenders hanging loose and the garter belt slack. The tension and the tightness has something to do with what makes it so hot. Plus the fact that men are just weird and a little kinky!

And my first experience wearing black stockings? Well I put them on together with the black lacy suspender belt and carefully fastened the stockings in place. I know it sounds like I’m a show off but I do have really great legs and they never looked better than in those black seamed stockings with lacy stocking tops.

Oh the Smell of Burning Polyester!

It was a bit like the day that I discovered that my first school boy flame really loved my Mother’s cooking and not me. Anyway one wet November afternoon my guy was off playing soccer and had left me a little parcel. A pair of scarlet fishnet stockings and a flame red suspender belt.

I felt angry and cheap so I threw them in the wood stove and then opened a bottle of wine to console myself. By the time the wine bottle was half empty I’d put all his gifts including the French maid’s costume to the flame.

I must confess, I really enjoyed seeing that outfit go up in flames. Oh the rich aroma of burning polyester! Then I started on his socks. That was the moment I realised that our relationship was finished and I quickly packed a case and dragged it to the nearest Tube station before he came home.

That's the kind of spontaneous behaviour that my friends call a 'Gina Moment'. I'm not proud of my actions. But the truth is I still have a soft spot for stockings and suspenders. I love to wear them just as long as my man appreciates me and not just the stockings!

Since I burnt part of my boyfriend's wardrobe, I try to avoid wood stoves. Especially when I've been given cheap underwear and I'm drinking alone!

He Finally Noticed the White of my Thighs

Those stockings felt so good that I was more than a little turned on by the time I put a long, wrap around skirt over the top and waited for lover boy to get home from work.

I can’t describe the thrill of sitting demurely in front of him knowing and feeling what I was wearing while he was so blissfully unaware of the hidden delights. I gradually lifted my skirt, shuffling to reveal my leg and continued to draw up the hem and widen the slit in my skirt until he finally noticed.

Modesty and AdSense forbids me from giving you the full blow by blow account of what followed but sufficient to say that he seized me with a passion and enthusiasm I’d not seen before or ever imagined he was capable of.

He carried me over his shoulder, minus skirt caveman style, up the stairs and threw me on the bed and well, I leave you to figure out the rest! “Lucky you,” I hear you say but, (there is always a but isn’t there?)

The trouble was he spent more time looking at my thighs and the stockings than me. And it soon became clear he had fallen in love with my underwear and not with Gina. Gifts of frilly clothing quickly followed. Basques, teddies and baby dolls.

But nothing tasteful. Only stuff that would look cheap even in a daytime hooker’s bottom drawer. Then came the uniforms. You know I really didn’t feel comfortable spending the whole afternoon in my own home dressed as a French maid!

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The Strange Truth About Men, Stockings and Suspenders