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This is a fetish piece, which means it is a guy wearing women’s undergarments. Don’t like that sort of thing? Then this is not a story for you. This story is inspired by a man that lives half a world away from where I live. Yet I feel like there is a part of our being that is in perfect sync. He loves to dress as do I. I am sure he will recognize the picture I used. Perhaps you will find a bit of yourself in this.
My hands glide down across the silky nylon slip. I could feel the warmth of the body within and as my fingers passed over the bodice the lace produced a contrasting feel from the slick nylon. I could tell with just the feel of it that this was a high quality slip. It sent my mind back many years when my mother would move between the bathroom and her bedroom wearing a slip and stockings.
I would peek around the corner to see what color slip she had chosen for the day, would it be pink, baby blue, or perhaps that silky black one that I loved so much? My hand moved down and I could feel the garter belt under the slip, it was wide lace trimmed, the tummy slimmer style that reminded me of my mother’s girdles from back then.
And then I felt it, my hard cock encased in my panties with the nylon slipping across the tip of my cock. I loved the feeling of multiple layers and wondered if my mother enjoyed the same feeling. When I stand and move I can feel the slip slide ass my panty covered butt. But more than that I can feel the slip clinging to my legs, caressing my legs gently and my arousal builds.
It is dark in the house, winter nights bring on darkness early and this is my night to treat myself to feminine attire. As much as I love the contrast between dark stockings and a white slip I chose to not wear the stockings tonight. “Why is it?” I question in my mind, “that only women are allowed sensual garments?” My hand glides down my front again.
The nylon against my bare nipples sends a chill down my spine and I know that it won’t be long before I must finish what I have started. I open a window on my computer to see if there is anything on my favorite porn site to add to my evening. There are so many gay stories and so few stories about me. “What about me?” I ask aloud. I wonder over and over if I am the only one in the world that knows the simple pleasure of wearing clothes that are meant for women.
Am I the only one that inspects every seam, tag, and detail of a garment? Are the strap adjustments on the vintage slip metal? Is there that cute little satin pillow tab sewn across the elastic waistband of the vintage panty that I have been seeking?
Will the garment fit like I want it too? So many questions and yet so few answers. I find a story, yes the male subject of the story is wearing panties but then he pulls them off and has gay sex. I am not disgusted by gay sex, but what about that same person playing in those panties? I find a video and the older woman is wearing a slip and a girdle. I love this but she quickly pulls the garments off and some young stud fucks her silly.
I live in a private world, a world of special garments that bring me comfort and pleasure. In a world of my design I would be fully dressed as a woman every day and no one would say a negative word. But would it be special then? Would I find the same pleasure if everyone was free to enjoy? Probably not.
Enough questions, enough searching, my hand slides down over my nylon covered cock. Just the simple act of caressing myself brings me close. I want to cum, I want that thick creamy release and I want it to soak though my panties. My hand moves quicker, I can feel the head of my cock, the rim of my tip is so prominent that I concentrate on that.
My hard cock is held straight up and I strum the most sensitive underside as I near completion. Visions of every woman I have ever seen in a slip flashes through my mind. My mother in that soft blue slip that was so sheer that I could see her girdle as if there was no slip at all. The teenage girl that I saw when the curtain at the clothing store as parted, wearing a bikini panty and a padded bra.
Yes those are the images that I crave. I can’t take it another moment. I pull my silky slip up and expose my panty covered cock and pull the waistband down. My cock pops out hard and waiting for skin on skin. I stroke it softly at first and then harder. My free hand fumbles on the bed beside me, “yes I have it,” I whisper to myself. It is the panty I bought today, it is a pure white panty just like that girl was wearing behind the curtain.
I only saw her for a second, thin and perfect in every way. Her white panties so thin I could see a shadow of her dark pubic through the thin nylon. Yes, I love that thought as I see my mother pass down the hall, she bends to pick something up and the slip pulls against her ass, I can see every seam in the girdle. The blue slip rising to show the garters straining to hold the stockings in place.
And then my cock swells and I pull that new panty and find my target. I want to fill the cotton crotch of that panty full of my lust. And then my cock explodes again and again. The hot cum spurts out into my dainty feminine garment. I deposit my thick white cum into the crotch of that panty as all the images of women in garments fade. My heart is beating quickly, I feel the nylon across my nipples, the lace hem line against my sides, scratchy just the way lace should be. The glimmer of the silky slip in the light from the computer screen. I love the delicate folds of the slip. Why is it so hard for an author to write something about a fetish that is a big part of my life?
My hands glide down across the silky nylon slip. I could feel the warmth of the body within and as my fingers passed over the bodice the lace produced a contrasting feel from the slick nylon. I could tell with just the feel of it that this was a high quality slip. It sent my mind back many years when my mother would move between the bathroom and her bedroom wearing a slip and stockings.
I would peek around the corner to see what color slip she had chosen for the day, would it be pink, baby blue, or perhaps that silky black one that I loved so much? My hand moved down and I could feel the garter belt under the slip, it was wide lace trimmed, the tummy slimmer style that reminded me of my mother’s girdles from back then.
And then I felt it, my hard cock encased in my panties with the nylon slipping across the tip of my cock. I loved the feeling of multiple layers and wondered if my mother enjoyed the same feeling. When I stand and move I can feel the slip slide ass my panty covered butt. But more than that I can feel the slip clinging to my legs, caressing my legs gently and my arousal builds.
It is dark in the house, winter nights bring on darkness early and this is my night to treat myself to feminine attire. As much as I love the contrast between dark stockings and a white slip I chose to not wear the stockings tonight. “Why is it?” I question in my mind, “that only women are allowed sensual garments?” My hand glides down my front again.
The nylon against my bare nipples sends a chill down my spine and I know that it won’t be long before I must finish what I have started. I open a window on my computer to see if there is anything on my favorite porn site to add to my evening. There are so many gay stories and so few stories about me. “What about me?” I ask aloud. I wonder over and over if I am the only one in the world that knows the simple pleasure of wearing clothes that are meant for women.
Am I the only one that inspects every seam, tag, and detail of a garment? Are the strap adjustments on the vintage slip metal? Is there that cute little satin pillow tab sewn across the elastic waistband of the vintage panty that I have been seeking?
Will the garment fit like I want it too? So many questions and yet so few answers. I find a story, yes the male subject of the story is wearing panties but then he pulls them off and has gay sex. I am not disgusted by gay sex, but what about that same person playing in those panties? I find a video and the older woman is wearing a slip and a girdle. I love this but she quickly pulls the garments off and some young stud fucks her silly.
I live in a private world, a world of special garments that bring me comfort and pleasure. In a world of my design I would be fully dressed as a woman every day and no one would say a negative word. But would it be special then? Would I find the same pleasure if everyone was free to enjoy? Probably not.
Enough questions, enough searching, my hand slides down over my nylon covered cock. Just the simple act of caressing myself brings me close. I want to cum, I want that thick creamy release and I want it to soak though my panties. My hand moves quicker, I can feel the head of my cock, the rim of my tip is so prominent that I concentrate on that.
My hard cock is held straight up and I strum the most sensitive underside as I near completion. Visions of every woman I have ever seen in a slip flashes through my mind. My mother in that soft blue slip that was so sheer that I could see her girdle as if there was no slip at all. The teenage girl that I saw when the curtain at the clothing store as parted, wearing a bikini panty and a padded bra.
Yes those are the images that I crave. I can’t take it another moment. I pull my silky slip up and expose my panty covered cock and pull the waistband down. My cock pops out hard and waiting for skin on skin. I stroke it softly at first and then harder. My free hand fumbles on the bed beside me, “yes I have it,” I whisper to myself. It is the panty I bought today, it is a pure white panty just like that girl was wearing behind the curtain.
I only saw her for a second, thin and perfect in every way. Her white panties so thin I could see a shadow of her dark pubic through the thin nylon. Yes, I love that thought as I see my mother pass down the hall, she bends to pick something up and the slip pulls against her ass, I can see every seam in the girdle. The blue slip rising to show the garters straining to hold the stockings in place.
And then my cock swells and I pull that new panty and find my target. I want to fill the cotton crotch of that panty full of my lust. And then my cock explodes again and again. The hot cum spurts out into my dainty feminine garment. I deposit my thick white cum into the crotch of that panty as all the images of women in garments fade. My heart is beating quickly, I feel the nylon across my nipples, the lace hem line against my sides, scratchy just the way lace should be. The glimmer of the silky slip in the light from the computer screen. I love the delicate folds of the slip. Why is it so hard for an author to write something about a fetish that is a big part of my life?
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