Challenge Me…

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What makes certain men feel the need to challenge the words or actions of the woman they find attractive? It would be so much easier to just go with the flow and agree, let them have their way! If men would simply give us what we want, life would be so much simpler for them…wouldn’t it? I am pretty sure there is a label for that.

Thankfully there are men out there who beg to differ. These intellectuals won’t allow any woman to manipulate their minds, regardless of how well she has learned to bat those lashes. It goes against every cell in their body to let anything slide for the sake of an easy ride. These men feel the need to peel away our layers, exposing our intimate thoughts, leaving us standing naked feeling vulnerable. They want to know what we have deep inside.

When I was much younger I was always attracted to the energy in the crowd who paid little attention to me, a youthful challenge. It was the chase that was the exciting part back then. As I’ve aged and become wiser, a challenge still stimulates my senses but it’s definitely no longer about the chase. It’s about playing for keeps! Whether or not I am challenged intellectually is what keeps me wanting more. Stimulate my mind and my heart will follow.

Every now and then we meet our match. These male energies make us think about what comes gushing out of our mouths. They question who we are, how our brain works and why we believe in certain things. They are not afraid to ask the question and expect an answer. These men make us grow and unfold, evolving within our own existence! They’re not your regular Saturday Night Special! They stand alone and are willing to put it on the table if asked. They have no fear. These men are the risk takers, the seekers of something special. They are willing to go the distance. They want more from us than we are usually willing to give. They are the ones who ruffle our feathers from time to time and make us re-evaluate what we stand for. They know how to encourage us to reach higher.

A man who can make you re-evaluate your doings or simply your words, is a man who isn’t afraid to stand by your side when life gets messy. We all need to be challenged in our lives to reach beyond what we have found comfort in.

Challenge me…

Tracy ~

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Facial Hair is Sexy…

There is no better place to find yourself than the world our distracted minds naturally send us. Deep inside the imagination of a sexy mind lies the vivid dreams and fantasies of what a single thought can do. This time the thought that scaled the walls of my subconscious was that of pheromone filled facial hair.

The male energy who adorns a ribbon across his lip is making a statement we have all become aware of, Movember is fast approaching. He is willing to take a stand, go the distance, be uncomfortable and show the world he wants to be here. He is strong and masculine. Male energy with a purpose greater than himself.

There are those who wear a little more than a ribbon on their lip all year long. It’s an expression of who they are or where they’ve been. Facial hair is soft, rugged, manly. It has natural pheromones that pull us in. It can be abrasive if rubbed the wrong way but soft and gentle if stroked in the right direction. It shouts testosterone. It’s a choice, unique to the one who wears it, a right of passage even.

And it goes like this…

My eyes were closed, lost in my subconscious thought. I had goose bumps rising like waves on the surface of my skin from head to toe in anticipation of what was to come. The world went silent around me as I felt his very first touch. His lips did not arrive first to my skin. The soft warm tickle from his beard came first. He paused, searching it seemed for the perfect place to kiss. His facial hair brushed my skin gently as he continued exploring the map of my body. Every hair follicle across the surface of my canvas yearned for his touch. His breathe warmed the surface of my skin as he continued until he found his favourite spot.

Facial hair is sexy…

~ Tracy

 

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Intimacy…

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Intimacy…the ultimate sexy! Being drawn to someone without control is a feeling that many of us only experience once in a lifetime. It’s a magical force between two who connect on a much deeper level. It’s not just about sexual chemistry, although that too can be very intimate. Pure intimate feelings come from a much deeper place. A touch of the hand while staring into the eyes of someone who sees right inside your soul is intimate. A feeling of belonging together formed from a bond of experiencing the other.

There are two types of intimacy; physical and emotional. Love is intertwined in both. There are also two types of love within intimacy; compassionate and passionate. Compassionate love involves diminished feeling of attachment to the other. It is authentic, committed with profound feelings of caring for the other. Passionate love is identified by infatuation, intense feelings of sexual longing, throes of ecstasy and feelings of exhilaration that fill the room when you are together. To have a combination of both physical and emotional intimacy with passionate love is what most of us are ultimately seeking.

It’s a look across a room filled with people to that one person who turns you inside out and back again. A gaze that is only meant for you. A moment suspended in time. They know exactly what you’re thinking. It’s the magic of an intimate connection.

When we open our heart and expose ourselves making it known we are vulnerable to the other we experience the most profound intimate moments. It can’t be controlled, even if you try. You can walk away physically but your mind won’t allow you to leave the room they’re in. It can be a scary step if you’re not ready to open yourself to its entirety. A risk that many will not allow their heart to explore.

When you fall intimately for another human being they live inside your mind. They change the physiology of your body. They stir your soul. You become enveloped by their energy. They surround you no matter how far their physical form is from yours. They stand next to you inhaling your presence. It’s a powerful sensation that can overwhelm the ordinary.

Intimacy is considered the product of a successful seduction…so sexy!

Tracy~

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Feminine Goddess of Love ~

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IMG_0096_3_2We sat face to face in a crowded room sipping warm sweet lattes with only a small distressed harvest table keeping us apart. Glances were tossed through the room hitting us both with questions. I stepped out of my comfort zone to take a peak into a world I had not traveled. I had met my conversational match and felt a surge of adrenaline go through my veins as we spoke. My mind kept wandering further, deeper to a place not everyone will admit they go.

I felt my thighs tighten as I sit perched on the edge of my wooden chair. I was not as comfortable with my sexuality as I once was, I knew why. I leaned forward in conversation to get even just a sliver closer to my muse. I was distracted by the thought of what the scent hidden deep beneath the high collar would taste like if I inhale deep enough. I was too far away to be indulged. I needed a taste of the pheromones that lingered just barely out of reach. They tempted each cell in my body to move closer as if to say come hither. I felt intoxicated by the random thoughts that mesmerized my subconscious. I was hypnotized by the lips that spoke the truth. Visually stimulated, emotionally compatible, physically yearning, intellectually connected were fragments of thought sending a sensation that ran in waves over me.

I flashed forward to the moment I would finally inhale the scent my nose anticipated. My lips brushed closely along the map of intrigue while curiosity lead me willingly down a path I had not walked before. I abruptly snapped back from my fantasy to reality several times over, enjoying both immensely.

I was stimulated by the words floating off the tongue that intrigued me. Distracted by the look in the eyes that saw through me. I questioned myself as I was being subtly analyzed ever so gently. Innuendoes were dropped like bombs as I sat completely unprepared. I wasn’t sure how to pick up the pieces to put this puzzle together. I was completely out of my element for now.

And then it happened…Leaning closer as if in slow motion a stream of pink feminine mist slowly drifted from her mouth to mine giving me no choice but to inhale just at the right moment. The female energy within this goddess had captured me sending me to a intimate place only the brave dare to go.

I had been captivated by a feminine goddess of love…

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Happy Halloween ~ Jib Jab!

Every 'other' girl at the party...

...and then there is me...no NOT the Paper-bag Princess...I'm the Unknown Cougar (like the Unknown Comic?) Anyone get it?

Happy Halloween! I am NOT a big fan of Halloween. It could be that I’ve had my fair share of treats over the years and when I see them in the grocery store it just makes me go Ugh! Halloween for me = zits and a tight waste band! It’s just way too easy to polish off an entire box of 100 six weeks before you actually need them. Note to self: DO NOT BUY HALLOWEEN TREATS BEFORE OCTOBER 31st @ 6PM!!! (If the store is out…consider yourself lucky!)

I don’t like the dressing up part of AT ALL! I appeased my daughter who LOVES Halloween by buying a Vampire Cape, it was either that or a sexy_______ fill in the blank. I know…false hope, I won’t wear it unless I make it funny somehow. Fat chance of that happening with such short notice. I was thinking I’d like to pull a “Modern Family” scare the crap out of the little kids in our neighborhood since I’m moving, but they’re always so damn cute I don’t think I could do it. It would be like pulling the trigger on Bambi 😉

Every Halloween memories come rushing back that remind me why I am not a fan…Pregnant Princess, Halloween’68 is the year I knew I was odd and my dreams were crushed. All the neighbors asked what I was, like it wasn’t obvious? They looked at me with question about my unusual combination, whats not to get about a Pregnant Princess? Made perfect sense to me!

It could have been Mr Milner Halloween ’71, countering our “trick or treat” with “TRICK” when we knocked at his door! Trick? Wt? Just give out the damn candy! We weren’t a circus act we just wanted a 2-cent chocolate! Two years of that and his house was nixed! We should have told him there were houses that gave out cans of pop and full size chocolate bars that didn’t make us work for it! Trick? Really? I was really shy when I was little so that put me over the edge each year! No wonder I don’t like auditions! I wonder what kids would say now if you said TRICK? I don’t think they’d even get it! They would stand in a group looking at each other confused until one of them whispered “What did she just say?” another would say under his breath “I’m not sure?” Then the smart-ass in the group would talk really loud like I was hard of hearing and say “SHE S-A-Y-S WE LOOK REALLY T-r-i-c-k…thanks Ma’am now give us the damn candy!”

It might have been ‘Mark VanOord’ Halloween’79 the year my school girl crush finally kissed me. The kiss I daydreamed about for years and when I finally got it, much to my dismay I dressed up as a clown that year…a 16 year old clown!

Maybe it was Stargate Halloween’96 when I dressed up as a crappy kick-boxer, head-gear (really attractive) chest pad (flattering) and mouth guard (nice) with bruises all over my face and every other female in the room was in full Renaissance attire, wigs and parasols.

I was always the girl who showed up in a funny costume not a sexy one. (its possible or likely I am in denial now but that’s my story and I’m stickin to it) I did however dress up last year as a ‘cougar’ and thought that was funny…kinda sexy, Bonnie said I just looked cheap! LMAO!

Be safe trick or treating tonight! I can’t resist Jib Jab! So here it is, from me to you! I apologize in advance to my kids and Bonnie’s kid for using them for my own entertainment purposes! Chances are they won’t even see it until it’s too late so what the hell!

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Hello Handsome…

I wrote a post last week called Exploring All Your Senses. I mentioned that sometimes we meet or know people who see us for who we truly are and it’s those individuals who make us strive to be better people. They keep us in check. They are not afraid to call us on things we say or do.

The sun came out this morning almost blinding me as I went through the Tim Hortons drive though to grab a java. I soaked up each ray with a ginormous smile on my face and even said out loud “Hello Sunshine” it felt like spring was in the air. The cashier had an extra big smile when I arrived, saying “your coffee was bought by the gentleman before you…and he was very handsome!” I giggled and said “really?” in my sweetest voice. (I was saying really to the coffee being bought not that he was handsome) I didn’t see him but that’s how she described him! Was it the kind gesture that made him handsome or was it simply his appearance that appealed to the cashier?

Which leads me to the real topic of my post…

So, I apparently describe men I meet more often than not as handsome. (my mind instantly sticks up for me justifying with…”and that’s wrong…why?”) I am only writing about this because it has been brought to my attention on more than one occasion. My initial reaction when it was first pointed out was (I won’t mention her name but she’s known me my entire life) “Well I’m just not going to tell you when I meet someone…handsome” and then the next time by two others (both handsome by the way) I said annoyed in denial “I do NOT say every guy I meet is handsome!” Which lead to a debate…that I sadly lost because of a technicality. I do in-fact describe men as handsome more often than not. One ‘other’ person added that I say “he was actually a really nice guy” but we’ll leave him out of it (he too is handsome!) 😉 HA! How lucky am I to meet so many really nice guys who so happen to be handsome! I know Bonnie is giggling with me right now!

When I describe a man as handsome I think they are but for more than their exterior. You don’t get described as handsome by me just because of how you look. I describe those guys as ‘hot’ (lol) Handsome is much deeper than hot.

I see the eyes first, then smile, then neck, and shoulders, and hands…okay, okay sorry! It’s the warmth that comes from behind a mans eyes that attracts me to him. Our conversation is what makes me want to listen and look longer, if he can make me laugh, bonus! A kind warm open heart is what will get me in the end, not handsome! Throw in intellect and I jump in with wide eyed enthusiasm! That is what makes a man handsome to me. It would have been the kind gesture that made the man who bought my coffee handsome to me. I will admit that when I am with my girlfriends feeling feisty we s-o-m-e-t-i-m-e-s just sit and appreciate the outer shell of men as they stream through the coffee shop because that’s just fun!

So, it may appear to some that I use the word ‘handsome‘ far too often and perhaps I do need to be more specific when describing the really nice men I meet. They are manly, kind, helpful, sarcastic, loving, cute, pleasing, generous, interesting, tempting, irresistibly sexy, alluring, tough, serious, intriguing, talented, intellectually stimulating, hilarious, confident…I could keep going but I am sure you get the point. I may describe men as being handsome but only because it’s a quick way of saying they made me look a little deeper than their surface because of something unique they showed me about who they are.

The man in both the photos I used has been my living example of what handsome truly is. He is my measuring stick, he is my Dad and I think he is the most handsome man EVER to have walked the earth…inside and out! xo (the beautiful woman is my Mom :))

Handsome is as handsome does…Character and behaviour are more important than appearance ~ proverb

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What Woos You?

Physical attraction and eye contact with someone new can be pretty powerful but you eventually have to speak. Communicating without the physical aspect can also stimulate the senses but you eventually have to meet. What seals the deal for you when it comes to accepting a date with the opposite sex? What woos you? Intrigue is first and foremost for me. Words create intrigue capturing the essence of who they are. Can you be wooed by words alone? If they are a true reflection of the person who speaks them I think it’s an extraordinary start.

What draws you even closer to the opposite sex after they’ve intrigued you? Physical appearance is what can turn our heads or grab our attention initially, as can words, but what keeps our attention after that? Capturing someones interest is the easy part…keeping it is the challenge. We are all unique in what attracts us to the energy of the opposite sex just as we are also roused by different words and actions.

Great conversation stimulates the mind but can too much deep intellectual colloquy start to make you crazy if it’s the only word play you engage in. I don’t want my mind to be so exhausted that my funny bone has fallen asleep. A man that can make me laugh-out-loud woos me just as easily as one who makes me question my beliefs.

Being wooed by the opposite sex can start with a feeling thats origin is unknown. It’s just there, waiting to be touched. It isn’t just physical or mental stimulation. It can start with flirty banter and lead to conversations that make your mind sail with even the slightest breeze.

The root of all attraction is based on a feeling followed by desire, it IS that simple. The only way to expose the chemistry that may lay beneath the surface of words or physical attraction is by standing in front of the object-of-your-desire. It’s either there filling the air that swirls between you or it’s not.

Being authentic is the best way to woo the opposite sex. Not everyone will respond to who you are but when someone does sometimes words are not necessary or enough.

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Svaha Spirit Series: IL Volo ~

My Mom sent me the link to this video and I honestly thought it was a prank. I actually googled Il Volo after watching the entire video because I was still in disbelief that the voices I heard were truly theirs. They are!!! What is it about Italian men! Incredible language, passion and sex appeal! I’m moving to Italy!

I am also a fan of Il Divo but they are grown men so they should sound like grown men. These are boys that sound like grown men. I can’t believe this…

And here are the men of Il Divo…enjoy!


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Chivalry is Sexy ~

I decided to share a post with you today that I recently published on my personal blog All Things Sexy and Silver. I don’t usually mix the two but I got thinking about the topic, Chivalry, and thought it was worth repeating. We have a lot of male energy following Tara Cronica and we appreciate each and every one of you! 🙂 This ones for you guys!

Chivalry is sexy ~ Women don’t relying on men for much of anything anymore, other than satisfying our sexual appetites and even that doesn’t really require a man. I am self sufficient, independent and can fend for myself. I don’t need a man to do anything for me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want a man to do certain things for me.

When a man reaches his arm in front of me to open the door, he closes the distance between us ever so slightly, which forces me to gently slip by him, if you imagine that in slow motion, it’s sexy! When he offers his brute strength to me, how can I resist the opportunity to stand by and watch him…do whatever! I am perfectly capable, but why give away the gift to visually take in his gesture of kindness. When a man makes me aware that he’s looking out for me, keeping me safe, that’s as sexy as it gets, it’s his raw basic instinct. You can’t deny that’s sexy!

There is a balance between being capable and allowing a man to be a man when he’s in your presence. It’s equally important to return the gesture. I love my independence, but would think it tragic if men stopped being real men, which includes chivalry!

Chivalry is not dead…it’s waiting to present itself to you, the key…acknowledge it when it does happen upon you!

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Were You Sexy or Silly on Halloween?

I am not a fan of Halloween, never have been really, it always felt silly dressing up. My earliest memory was when I was about 6 years old, I couldn’t decide whether to be Pregnant or a Princess so I was both, a Pregnant Princess! The neighbors didn’t seem surprised.

Since I can remember I have always gone with the silly Halloween costumes, but most women gravitate to the Sexy ones. You would think that after a few awkward experiences I would have nixed the silly and gone with sexy, but I just couldn’t seem to walk out the door in a ‘fantasy type’ ensemble.

Awkward experience #1) I had a crush on a boy all through Elementary School. When I went to a Halloween party he was there, we talked all night long, he eventually walked me to my car and kissed me! It was pure teenage bliss! I was floating on a crush cloud for hours afterwards. I couldn’t believe after all these years of crushing on him HE KISSED ME! When I arrived home I got into my PJ’s and went into the bathroom to wash my face. When I looked in the mirror I came crashing down off of my crush cloud…I WAS A CLOWN, FULL CLOWN MAKEUP smudged all over my face! I had gone all out that year, billowy outfit, clown hair, make up and nose. Tracy the Clown! I finally got to kiss my crush and I was a CLOWN! (picture is minus the nose and wig, that came off in lightening speed when I saw him from across the room!)

Each year it was the same thing, standing in the drug store looking for ideas at 6 pm the night of, and then staying home. I couldn’t even get it together with Bonnie in Hawaii where there were thousands of people all dressed up walking the streets all day and night. I wore a Duck nose and she wore a Lion nose, you don’t want to know what we walked around saying! Our Mothers would not be impressed!

Awkward experience #2) I went to a big Stargate (TV Series) Halloween party and left my costume until the last minute as usual, I was a really bad kick boxer. I wore my full sparring gear, headgear, mouth guard, GI (Gee), boxing gloves, foot and shin protector, chest pad and I applied make up that made me look bruised and beaten up. I arrived at the party and every girl there was in a rented costume from the Renaissance period or some other grand time! Each had their hair and make up done professionally and they all looked flawless. And then there was me…a beaten up boxer.

Halloween is the one night of the year you can get away with dressing like a hooker and not be judged, and I chose clowns and kick boxers? I laugh with my friend Kent about Halloween costumes women pick and how it doesn’t matter what they pick it’s the Sexy-version of… They might be a hobo but it’s a sexy hobo!

Women love being sexy and this is the night they can live out a fantasy in public and get away with it. If I did ever partake in the sexy-version of…I can’t remember it was so long ago! (that’s my standard answer to anything I wish not to recall)

Last year I went as a Female Cougar (wishful thinking) I wore my own little black dress, with a tail peeking out of the bottom, animal print nylons and ears, and fake eye lashes, which Bonnie said made me look cheap! Purrrrrrfect!

My Mom and Dad met on Halloween when they were 12 years old, so you would think me of all people would view Halloween as a romantic night. Maybe I need to rid myself of the humorous costumes and join the crowds of French Maids, Naughty School Girls and Sexy Hobos? What do you think Kent?

I had to laugh this Halloween night when my daughter changed her outfit numerous times before walking out the door, I’m not even sure what she was in the end? I know exactly how she felt! Preparation is of the utmost importance when it comes to Halloween costumes!

I hope your all enjoying your treats, don’t eat too many ladies they are 80 calories each! If I don’t stop now next years costume will be a no brainer, a Well Fed Cougar! This is what I could have been…could’a would’a should’a!

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The Best Music to Have Sex To

e·nig·ma
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–noun,
–   puzzling or inexplicable occurrence or situation

But to me the word enigma means sexy music; the wonderful sound of Enigma.  I’ve been a fan since the early 90’s.

Enigma is not a band but a music project. Tracy introduced me to the first album MCMXC a.D. It was unlike anything I’d ever heard before and the music touched me deeply.  I still love that cd today and I have many later Enigma cd’s too.  When I was first getting to know the sound of Enigma the internet was non-existent.  No Googling, can you imagine?! There was not much on the cd covers and I was always a little curious about who was behind the music which only added to the mystery and the spell the music cast over me.

Enter the age of the internet and the enigma behind Enigma is now solved for me.  The man behind Enigma is Michael Cretu.

The Romanian-born Cretu conceived of the Enigma project while working in Germany, but had been based at his recording studio A.R.T. Studios in Ibiza, Spain, since the early 1990s until May 2009, where he has recorded all of Enigma’s studio releases to date. Cretu is both the composer and the producer of the project. His former wife Sandra often provided vocals on Enigma tracks. Jens Gad co-arranged and played guitar on three of the Enigma albums. Peter Cornelius also contributed to Enigma during the 1990’s.

Seven studio albums have been produced under the name of the project. Their first and most successful album, MCMXC a.D., sold more than 20 million copies worldwide.

Trained as a concert pianist and conductor,  Michael Cretu started Enigma with the philosophy that old rules and habits have to be rejected and dismissed so that something new can be created. In the past two decades Enigma has become one of the most successful music ventures in modern times, with a fusion of the old, new, sensual, and philosophical as the driving force.

One reviewer described the music as combining “both sexuality (in the form of hip-hop grooves, breathy female vocals, and musings on the Marquis de Sade) and spirituality (in the form of flowing strings, Gregorian chants and biblical quotations) to forge a new kind of music equally suitable for dancing or meditating.”  I couldn’t agree more.

“Good evening. This is The Voice of Enigma. In the next hour, we will take you with us into another world, into the world of music, spirit, and meditation. Turn off the light, take a deep breath, and relax. Start to move slowly– very slowly. Let the rhythm be your guiding light.”

That invocation, gently intoned by Sandra “The Voice Of Enigma” Cretu, opens MCMXC a.D. A fusion of the sacred and the sexy.   This is still my choice for the best music to have playing in the background during sex.

For the full effect watch this too-hot-for-Tara-Cronica video “The Principles of Lust”.  Phew!  It’s gettin’ hot in here! I’m on f-eye-ah!

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Victoria’s Secret & Lingerie~

Tracy What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word lingerie?  If you said Victoria’s Secret you’re not alone.  I missed the show this year because I was trying to curb my sleep deprivation trend by getting to bed at a decent hour.  I heard that “The Biggest Loser” beat out the beautiful lingerie clad models by a whopping 2 million viewers.  The Biggest Loser had a colossal 10.3 million viewer while Victoria’s Secret only landed 8.3 million…only.  They say that not even a pleasantly plump Heidi Klum who walked the runway mere weeks after giving birth to her fourth child, couldn’t coax viewers to change the channel from the two-hour episode of NBC reality show. Heidi Klum

The Biggest Loser is packed full of great weight loss related information but I think it’s the heart felt stories that keep the viewers tuned in each week.  Considering that the majority of North America is overweight it doesn’t really surprise me.  But you have to remember that even lingerie models have body issues just like everyone else.  I think if next year they had plus size models as well as regular one they might actually have something.  I’d like to see women of all sizes confidently strut down the runway oozing sex appeal.  If you did tune in your certainly got your fair share of underwear!

Kylie Bisutti Victorias Secret ShowThis year the show also had a competition within it, Project Runway/America’s Top Model Search.  One young hottie would win her wings and become a Victoria’s Secret Angel and that would be Kylie Bisutti.  I have to admit that part doesn’t really appeal to me, I just want to see the fashion show with all the costumes, hair and make up.  If you missed it as I did here is a clip of the lingerie extravaganza.

It’s really quite the production!

There is not a woman out there who wouldn’t feel sexy in a pretty pair of panties, no matter what her size or shape may be.  But if you only have monster gonch in your pantie drawer you need to move them aside and make room for some sexy panties.  You will be glad you did even if it’s just for yourself.

Pantie talk~

Panties are thought to have originated in ancient times, when women wrapped long strips of fabric around themselves loincloth-style. Crotchless underwear was common in the 1800’s so that women were able to use the restroom without having to remove all of their skirts and undergarments.

After World War II, panties suddenly became decorative.  Women now had the option of buying patterned panties or panties made of interesting fabrics like nylon, lace and dacron.

It wasn’t until the 1960’s when panties became more fitted.  I am surprised that panties were even worn during this time !!  Women could chose between bikini, hip-hugger or traditional brief styles.

Thong panties didn’t become widely popular until the 1980’s.  I’m an 80’s girl!  Women in South America and exotic dancers had been wearing thongs for years but women weren’t able to buy the sexy garment until retailers like Victoria’s Secret and Frederick’s of Hollywood began manufacturing thongs, followed by g-strings.  (G-string is a very narrow string running between the buttocks in the shape of a T and thong being a V shaped fabric that has a little more fabric to it, but not much)  I know it sounds uncomfortable but you do get used to it, I promise!  Neither give you a panty line.

In the 1990’s, wearing exotic, erotic lingerie became publicly acceptable in America.  Sexy lingerie became increasingly popular as more and more women felt comfortable walking into stores like Frederick’s of Hollywood and Victoria’s Secret.

Today, women can choose from g-strings, thongs, crotchless panties, tanga shorts, boy shorts, bikinis… the choices are endless.  And we all have our favorites !!

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