iwant2btold
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- Mar 15, 2013
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I am a long-time reader, but new poster. I've seen chatter on different threads about this topic, but wanted to ask the question specifically. I have met a few women in my private life, but they've been very vanilla and not receptive to my "fashion". Can you appreciate a man in sexy panties, and is it a turn-on for you?
Here's what is running through my mind:
i sit on the bed, waiting patiently. All i have on is a pair of pink silk panties. They're soft and cool to the touch, and the bright white lace at the waist and legs stands out against my tan skin. i feel a sense of exhilaration when i have my panties on...indescribable, almost. But there's the embarrassment, too...if anyone knew about my secret fetish, i'd be horrified...so ashamed...
i jump from the bed to admire myself in the mirror, spinning on the balls of my feet, watching the tiny pink bow on the front move as i turn. i stop with my back to the mirror. Looking over my shoulder, i admire my toned legs and muscular bottom, barely covered by the dainty pink fabric. "So pretty," i whisper to myself.
i turn again, facing the mirror. My chest and arms are powerful, and my stomach flat. The panties ride high on my hips, and i look down between my legs at the outline of my manhood, cradled in a cacoon of pinkness. i feel so sexy, and it's intoxicating....but how can i be such a strong man, wrapped in such femininity? i begin to question all of this...
i'm pulled back to reality when i realize my fingers are touching the silk on either side of my hips, and the lace falls between my thumbs and forefingers. i'm overwhelmed with the sensation. "i don't care," i say to myself. "i'm a heterosexual male, who gets turned on by frilly underthings...there's no harm in that." sadly, i sound like i'm trying to convince myself, and it's not really working very well.
i spin once more, and am totally taken with the sight i see...i feel ALIVE...and my heart races. But you're due home from work any minute. Tomorrow i'll be in a courtroom, trying a major case, but right now i feel like such a little sissy! i sit gently back on the edge of the bed, and slowly pull my panties down, folding them neatly and placing them delicately in the back of the closet, behind a pair of black oxford shoes. my head is down, and a dark cloud comes over me...until my next moment alone...i'm so sad...but thinking of my panties being pulled aside, and you fucking my hot muscular ass with your strap-on puts a great big smile on my face...
Very open to PMs from women who may have advice, be interested in chatting, (or chastising me...)
Here's what is running through my mind:
i sit on the bed, waiting patiently. All i have on is a pair of pink silk panties. They're soft and cool to the touch, and the bright white lace at the waist and legs stands out against my tan skin. i feel a sense of exhilaration when i have my panties on...indescribable, almost. But there's the embarrassment, too...if anyone knew about my secret fetish, i'd be horrified...so ashamed...
i jump from the bed to admire myself in the mirror, spinning on the balls of my feet, watching the tiny pink bow on the front move as i turn. i stop with my back to the mirror. Looking over my shoulder, i admire my toned legs and muscular bottom, barely covered by the dainty pink fabric. "So pretty," i whisper to myself.
i turn again, facing the mirror. My chest and arms are powerful, and my stomach flat. The panties ride high on my hips, and i look down between my legs at the outline of my manhood, cradled in a cacoon of pinkness. i feel so sexy, and it's intoxicating....but how can i be such a strong man, wrapped in such femininity? i begin to question all of this...
i'm pulled back to reality when i realize my fingers are touching the silk on either side of my hips, and the lace falls between my thumbs and forefingers. i'm overwhelmed with the sensation. "i don't care," i say to myself. "i'm a heterosexual male, who gets turned on by frilly underthings...there's no harm in that." sadly, i sound like i'm trying to convince myself, and it's not really working very well.
i spin once more, and am totally taken with the sight i see...i feel ALIVE...and my heart races. But you're due home from work any minute. Tomorrow i'll be in a courtroom, trying a major case, but right now i feel like such a little sissy! i sit gently back on the edge of the bed, and slowly pull my panties down, folding them neatly and placing them delicately in the back of the closet, behind a pair of black oxford shoes. my head is down, and a dark cloud comes over me...until my next moment alone...i'm so sad...but thinking of my panties being pulled aside, and you fucking my hot muscular ass with your strap-on puts a great big smile on my face...
Very open to PMs from women who may have advice, be interested in chatting, (or chastising me...)