The way it feels on my skin.
It hugs me. It tugs me. It surrounds me. It owns me.
And that turns me on.
Last night I went out for a beer wearing a fishnet top under a sweater.
I put red lipstick on my nipples and pulled on them through the netting for a while before I went out, so I guess I can't really blame it on the beer.
But beer does make me a bit loose. Looser than usual. A bit horny. A bit reckless.
So it wasn't long before I felt the need to take off my sweater.
My pants weren't far behind and before you could say jack robinson, I was posing for the boys and girls.
Caught hopelessly in the 'net, again.
Otra cerveza!...and a splash of milk.