How a White Slip Helped Me Find My Forgotten Sexuality
As women, it’s so easy to shut this part of ourselves away…
Last night, during an evening thunderstorm, I went into my bedroom, dug into the back corner of a drawer I never open, and pulled out my white slip. I don’t know why I did this. I haven’t worn that slip in over five years.
As the sky sparked with lightning, I took off all my clothes — even my underwear — and slid the slip over my body.
I bought that slip twelve years ago, for the purpose of wearing it beneath a sheer dress that I loved. But I don’t think I ever actually wore that dress, and therefore, had no practical need for the slip.
Instead, I found myself letting it shimmy over my body when I was feeling aroused. I would slide my panties off, so my body could be viewed beneath the sheer fabric, and let one strap fall down my shoulder, my breast barely covered, and I’d walk into the kitchen, the office — wherever my partner might happen to be — and put my hands in his hair or on his waist, making him turn his head.
The first time I did it, he rocketed out of his chair and grabbed me, hiking my legs up around his waist, carrying me to the bedroom. He’d gotten the message quite clearly.
