As the years went by, I thought of love as my salvation, however now I think of it as my prize... and as the dramatics Smiths would say "you just havent earned yet, baby"....

My idea of sexy does envolve lace, corsets, high heels, etc.
like everyone I do enjoy a fetiche cocktail.
My idea of love is me sleeping with a man's t-shirt or sweater as a nightgown ,borrow his huge socks as slippers, wake up, hair all messy, teeth unbrushed, and still believe him...when he says that I look sexy in the morning.