I recall being a teen and thinking black lace was the raciest and raunchiest, yet also the most chic, thing in the world. Just the thought of wearing it was a thrill. I got my first taste of it with a second hand bra that belonged to my bestie, Eve, that she loaned me, and I somehow squeezed into it. It had a front closure, which seemed deliciously slutty, because it could so easily be popped open for easy access and the entire thing was stretchy lace. It was years before any other garment made me feel that sexy.

These days my love of black lace still runs hot in my veins and remains a fabric that stirs something in me. So, when I saw these black lace leggings I couldn’t say no. What do you think?


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