I've always felt so sexy when I am luxuriating in my "get ready" process.
The extra-long soak in the tub where you exfoliate your entire body, shave and moisturize until your skin is buttery smooth, and take extra time bathing with luscious bath oils and candles. Then you step out and apply all manner of creams, lotions, and (LIGHT!) scent and slip into your silkiest unmentionables (or none!) before brushing out your hair and painting your face with your darkest of kohl eyeliner and your signature red lipstick.
Maybe you are burning a candle and playing sultry jazz in the background but your mind is on your lover and all manner of touching and kissing and caressing. I love taking extra time to choose clothing that highlights my hourglass shape and shoes that allow me a little extra firmness in my gams because I *know* he loves to watch my legs when I walk in heels.
At the end of the process of primping and preening, I always feel so tingly with excitement at how pleased my lover will be. But also? I love doing it for myself just as much. I love the anticipation and the buzz I get from the service of "put on your most beautiful self".
It's a happy place.
