How Playing Dress Up Can Spice Up Your Sex Life

A night in costume can sometimes bring out unexpected things.

My partner and I were invited to an event where dressing up was encouraged. He was always dressing up. I was not. But it seemed like a fun theme (porn star) and it would be completely out of my comfort zone, so somehow, I was convinced to go.

It was completely natural for my partner to be dressed in a large hat, sunglasses, bell-bottoms, and a vintage shirt unbuttoned halfway down.

Yes, I basically dated a pimp. In clothing only.

Then there was me. I was used to dressing in jeans and T-shirts with minimal makeup. For the event, I’d put on foundation, blush, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and even red lipstick. I didn’t do a lot with my hair, but left it down, which I rarely do. It was shiny and the waves fell across my bare shoulders.

I dressed in a Halloween costume-turned-porn-star outfit. What was once Little Red Riding Hood was now a cosplay bar wench. Or something to that effect. All I know was I had a bigger bust than I’d ever had. Even when I’d previously worn the costume, my bosom hadn’t looked nearly that large. Push-up bras and a pseudo-corseted waist can do wonders for the figure, I learned.

I also had on sparkly high-heeled platform shoes. Those were fine. I’d worn them many times before.

It was the impossibly short skirt of the dress along with the petticoat that made it even shorter along with the red thigh-high fishnet stockings that made me glad that a lot of the event was sitting down, not showing off my, ahem, assets.

I’d rather write about sexy things than put my own sexy things on display in public.

The event was fun and funny. I was glad to attend. Someone snuck a photo of me that I wouldn’t normally have allowed but I was also glad to see it later.

I looked hot. And now there was proof.

When we got home, I went in to the washroom and left the door open.

My partner could see I was sitting on the edge of the tub about to take off the stockings.

“No, wait!” he called out. “Leave them on!”

I was surprised. As a bit of an exhibitionist himself and always up for a round — or six — of knocking boots, he was usually the one telling me to take things off, not leave them on.

I looked at him, curious.

Then he turned shy, which was the most shocking part.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No.” He hesitated. “I — I just always wanted to take those off of someone.”

I smiled and put out my hand so he could help me up.

We went to the bedroom where his eyes gleamed at the prospect.

It was one of the sexiest moments I’ve ever encountered.

And the rest of the night was even hotter, fueled by this desire I didn’t even know he had.

We’d been together for a couple of years. Our sex life never suffered or got boring. But that night I learned that my partner had a thing for stockings. All because we played dress up for a night.

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