One of the best things about writing this sex blog has been the people I’ve met, whether in virtual or real life: readers, photographers, social media peers, people who value eroticism as an art form. One person who incorporates most of those categories is my friend Javier, a lover of fine women and black lingerie. Partly as an effort to understand why I gravitate towards black lingerie, and partly because I wanted to hear a man’s opinion, I asked him why he loves classic black on a woman’s body. This is what he told me.
The absence of color and the presence of sensuality is how I would describe black lingerie and anyone who wears it. On one of the many road trips driving through Texas during my college years, a friend and I were talking when he asked me if I knew what the three primary colors were, to which I said, “No.” He went on to describe they were blue, red, and yellow, and how when any of those two colors are mixed they produce any color within the gamma of colors.
However, when I asked him about black he said something I’ll never forget: “Black is the absence of color.” This is true because if you stare down a well or a hole deep enough it will eventually be pitch black. The same goes for outer space. This is because there’s no more color, no more light, to illuminate the dark.
Red is my favorite color, yet when it comes to lingerie, red is nowhere near close to black. Red lipstick and black lingerie, however, that’s a different story. There’s a classic elegance to black lingerie that no other color can achieve, be it in boyshorts, thongs, corsets, fishnet stockings.
Aesthetically, the absence of color juxtaposing with a woman’s skin stimulates my mind and senses in arousal the way no other color does. The intervals of my pulsations and breathing increase dramatically. I’ve usually let anyone I’m with wear whatever she wants but when she’s worn black lingerie my level of arousal peaks, my primal sexual instinct kicks in, and I want to devour her sensually and sexually. It doesn’t matter if it’s leather, cotton, satin, or any other material, black is my kryptonite. I’ve seen a woman wear a pearl thong, for instance, and that to me is the personification of sexy.
Sexy is that visual, yet sexy is also a state of mind; it’s tangible and intangible. Sexy is how the person wearing that article of clothing feels in her skin and in that lingerie as well as sexy is also how the receiver of that sexual and sensual sight feels at the moment his or her receptors marvel at that female, who’s exuding sexuality in all her glory, admiring and appreciating how the lingerie blends into the contours of the woman’s body and the smoothness of its texture when caressed by hands or lips. Sexy is ageless and timeless.
And so is black.
Javier Guzman is a translator based in Mexico.