Chav or Socialite?
I had an interesting comment from a follower the other day and it got me thinking. He said:
I had an interesting comment from a follower the other day and it got me thinking. He said:
‘It’s difficult when I look at you both (Mary and me) such wonderful pictures of class and breeding to even think that you might be interested in all these sexually depraved things.’
How we regard dirty sex as lower class. How demure sophisticated people can’t be associated with kinky sex. The chavs of this world are easy lays, one thinks, fuck anything that moves. The sophisticated Ascot attendee aloof and too precious to even let her husband suggest doggy style. As in the Victorian era when ‘good’ women were not supposed to enjoy sex ‘when he does it dear, close your eyes and think of England.’ What would they make of Only Fans?
I can assure you that’s not the case. I’m delighted and almost embarrassed to be called classy (I can’t speak for Mary, you’ll have to ask her if she thinks she’s classy!). My upbringing was not classy, very much working class and I could so easily have been a chav (whatever they are. (Addendum: I looked it up! A working-class youth, especially one associated with aggression, poor education, and a perceived “common” taste in clothing and lifestyle. Yep, could have been me!) but decided to pull myself up by my suspenders and make something of my life.
And that gives me an insight into both worlds. Owning a horse immediately moves you into mixing with different people. The class of owners varies but it does mean I end up rubbing shoulders with some very, very wealthy people and I can assure you, from snippets I hear they are most definitely not ‘close your eyes and think of England’ women. If I told you some of the rumours I hear, I think even the kinkiest of you would blanch. (send me a case of wine and I’ll reveal all :-)
So why does the attitude persist? Thinking it through, I suspect it’s not that people don’t think women with class don’t fuck, or play around, but that they are unattainable. ‘She’d never look at the likes of me.’ So, and perhaps this is true, classy and demure women are less likely to share their experience; keep it behind closed doors. Even if it does involve the gamekeeper and his ferrets!
I’ve no idea what ‘class’ you, my followers, are and I certainly don’t care, but I wonder what your thoughts on class and sex are. Do you think I’m sexier because I’m ‘classy’? Because I have a high-powered job? Given the chance, would you rather fuck a duchess or a factory worker or would it not matter as long as she was good in bed? Would you think it more of a conquest (assuming you do anyway) to have bedded the wife of a rich business tycoon than the wife of the local refuse collector?
Having typed all this rubbish, I’ve had a thought. (Unusual I know, but there we are!) Some of you have said you think I have a way of talking people into doing outrageous things. True or not, I thought it would be fun to try to see if I could get in the knickers of a ‘duchess’ I vaguely know. She isn’t a real one, just acts like one. Her husband who is some twenty years older than her (I’d put her age at mid fifties but no way would she ever divulge that -’ladies don’t dear’ - is worth a mint having sold off his business which is a well-known name, some ten years ago. Rumours abound as to what they get up to and I certainly don’t move in their circle, but I do from time to time bump into her at the stables when she comes down to wander around. Her horses are not there, she has plenty of space and grooms galore at their stately pile, but she owns the land and buildings which Naomi rents from her.
I have no idea how I’d do it and probably it’s simply a wayward fantasy, but who knows!
Your thoughts on this tripe welcome!
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