I think I have a suit fetish…

There are not many things are higher on my list of visually arousing images than a man with a freshly pressed, coordinated, and finely tailored suit. Be it two piece or three piece (if you are feeling extra dapper)

Now I am not saying that when a man is not in a suit he is none of the following but when I open the door and I see a crisp collared shirts and silky tie greeting me- fireworks go off in my head. This is probably attributed to my obsession with all things “Mad Men”.

What is even better is getting the privilege to shed these mighty layers of cloth piece-by-piece until I reveal the bare essence of this man…

Sliding his jacket of his shoulders and slowly down his arms to hang in the closet.

Lightly tugging his tie to free his neck- carefully undoing those glossy ivory buttons being cautious not to mark or wrinkle your crisp white shit.

Mmmmm… the trousers- first swiftly sliding the classic leather belt from it’s loops to relieve the tautness and prepare to release the grand prize but only after navigating a series of clasps, buttons, and zippers.

Oh are those black trouser socks?  Leave those on.

There are few things sexier than a man in a suit, it is like a exquisite present all for me that’s been delicately and securely wrapped all for my pleasure.

S.C.

(via electric-asherah)