Men in suits

[lobelia321]

There's something about men in suits.

I have had this thought on and off, and then I noticed a man in a suit, lying on his side, looking upwards, his yellow tie flopping floorwards and his jacket tails flapping outwards, and his polished shoes flipping sideways. This man was positioned in the advertising banner at the top of my yahoo email account page.

Then I knew: I must make a post about men in suits. If only to prevent me ogling a single further ad on t'internet.

Men in suits (well, some!) have pert little bums rubbing against interesting fabrics like gabardine and serge. When they sit down, their trouser cuffs ride up to reveal that erotically most cathected site of the stripe of hairy skin between cuff and top of sock. Their ankles thus revealed are slim and encased in middle-of-the-culture Marks & Spencer ribbed socks. They tuck their hands into their waistbands or their pockets, making their jacket tails crease backwards. When they hang their coats on office hooks, their shirt underarms show a damp patch. They keep wallets, mobiles and palmtops in the inside breast pockets of their jackets and make sexy little arm movements to get them out. They stand around on street corners on their way to the office. Their ties flap in the breeze or when they run.

When men in suits accessorise idiosyncratically, it's enough to make anyone swoon: an earring, an eyebrow ring, dreadlocks, a pair of sharp-as-hot specs. And when they lift their arm, they may reveal not only a cufflinked cuff, but also a chunky watch hugging their wrist. Their suits may be described using words such as 'nap' and 'tailored'.

Men in black, men in blue, men in tweed, men in never-brown-in-town, men in wingtips, men in Oxfords: bring 'em on.

Comments

[lazulus]

Ah, yes. Suits. Although my personal kink leans towards women in suits. As you would no doubt guess.

You don't happen to own a suit, do you? *blinks*

[cupiscent.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, men in suits. Double-breasted, tailored, creased perfectly, worn casually, accessoried quirkily (oh yes) and accompanied by a ninja umbrella.

Or maybe that's just me and my Male. *g*

Ties, though. Ties. Words cannot encapsulate my fascination with this little-considered accoutrement of the well-dressed male. I stare at male chests, not for musculature, but to feast my eyes on their ties.

So yo, I'm weird. Like that surprises anybody.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

*Ties*!!!!!

[badgermonkey.livejournal.com]

The BF wears a suit every day; he has a charcoal grey one with big pinstripe checks in the fabric, which he wears with a white shirt with grey pinstripe checks and a pale grey tie.

Unfortunately he always has pockets full of sweet wrappers and tissues, which spoils the line a little. But the overall effect is pleasingly Manly.

There is a dividing line at school; there are male teachers who wear suits every day, and those who prefer to lounge around in jumpers. I like the suits, but it's the jumper-ed ones who give the place a nice relaxed atmosphere, so I can't complain. But I was mildly sort-of chatted up in a speculative, professional way ("So, how's the teaching practice going? Oh, you're still here next year, are you? That's great.") by a be-suited head of history the other day who also has a *Scottish accent*. I was a-swoon. In a professional way, of course.

I read the other post too. My suit is a girly cleavage suit, which I usually wear with a girly cleavage top underneath and very high heels. But it gets me jobs from male interview panels! ("Oh, you are both *so* interesting! Employ me.")

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Mwuahahha!

(Am behind on commenting on comment, hence monosyllabism.)

Newsflash!

[cupiscent.livejournal.com]

Hot from the sidewalks/catwalks of fashionable Melbourne - this just in:

Business suit accessorised with hockey stick.

I'm a big fan.