Cutting Edge

tearing tights

A scene
A playdate. I am wearing a sexy bodystocking that leaves nothing to the imagination but forms a barrier between my skin and the hands of the one about to touch me. A hand touches my shoulder, moves down to the small of my back and caresses the sloping landscape of my bottom. A fingers hooks into the net of the bodystocking and then…

…tear!

No!

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Another scene
“Make sure you wear something old.”
I am wearing a sexy bodystocking that leaves nothing to the imagination but forms a barrier between my skin and the hands of the one about to touch me. A hand touches my shoulder, moves down to the small of my back and caresses the sloping landscape of my bottom. A fingers hooks into one of the bigger holes where the net has torn a bit. I feel the pull and then…

…tear!

Yes!

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An ‘accidental’ scene
“Dammit, I’ve torn my stockings and I haven’t brought any others with me.”
“Let me see.”
I show him the hole. It’s nothing really, but I know it’s torn and I don’t like it. My clothes should be clean and neat, especially if we are going to see other people.
“Oh, but that’s a small hole. And no one will see it, because it’s under your skirt.”
“Yes, but I know about it.”
“You know what, it might look damn good in a photo.”
I look at the hole and start to warm to the idea. An hour later I pose for a photo together with another lady.
“Those stockings are ruined already, so why don’t you slowly tear it while I snap away.”
I feel fingers hooking into the holes, I feel the pull and then…

… tear!

Oh, gosh, yes! I’m wet!

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I have been one of those weird teenagers who never, and I really mean never, put on someone else’s clothes and never allowed someone else to put on mine.

Through the scenes above I have tried to show that I have mixed feelings about having my clothes torn (or cut) from my body. If it happens spontaneously, in the heat of the moment, it totally kills a scene for me. It should actually make it hot, but it doesn’t. I really take good care of my clothes and I am certainly not fond of imperfections. Each piece I own has some kind of significance, even if it’s only that I have chosen to buy it. To have it ruined without any sort of consent, is not my idea of fun.

That said, when it’s negotiated beforehand, when I know there comes a moment that my clothes will be torn or cut off me, I don’t mind it at all. Then it enhances the scene. It makes me wet, horny. It makes me want more. Even if it’s negotiated and it doesn’t happen, it still leaves me wet an wanting.

The third scene actually happened. In the morning, before we went out for a photoshoot in the woods, I actually managed to tear a hole in the only pair of net tights I had with me. Master T suggested to use that for the photos. I liked the idea and the photos turned out so good, but what was even better, was feeling Sophia’s hand and later her mouth on me after she had ripped my tights.

tearing tights

I cannot say that tearing or cutting clothes off me is a kink of me, but given the right circumstances, the right preparation, it can be damn hot!

© Rebel’s Notes

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