I have been in touch with my attraction to expressing my female sexuality forever it seems. Daddy had a dirty drawer full of 1950s porno and Mommy had her girdles and garters.

Daddy's porno was all about lingerie and tight dresses and skirts over heels and sheer stockings with hard massive tits squeezing cleavage in lacy tight bras. It seemed natural to want to be like those women.

The feeling of clothes designed to be sexually expressive, with the soft caress of silk and lace, body tipped into position by heels, shouting for admiration.

It's just a different femme with a different pussy, a horny mess of slippery flesh ... a lovely full body orgasm.