Since we’re sharing…

One of my earlier kinks that I’ve not completely worked through is
wearing lingerie. I know, I know, as a man, wearing women’s clothing
is somewhat frowned on by the mainstream thinking. Ok, really frowned
on. I’m not sure if it’s something they ate that makes them
constipated or what it is but there we are.

Really, you women get the best styles, not that I have any, and
fabrics too. The sheer nylon feels so sensual against the skin that it
goes directly to my cock.

I think if I were to break it down, if I were to wear a pair of “thigh
high” stockings or an open bottomed girdle, that’s all I need.

Now I haven’t done that in quite a long time, years in fact, but the
feel of that oh-so-sensual fabric against my legs combined with some
light bondage that the girdle gives me is quite all I need. I don’t
even have to actually have those things, just the thought of them is a
turn-on.

Whether it’s me wearing them, or you, is the same. That’s what I find
so intriguing about this particular kink, is that the turn-on button
is in my head.

That’s the most important sex organ there is.

I’m glad you turn my head.

HIM

You? In women’s underclothes?
I am trying to understand here my darling… please help me.

Are you saying that you crave the feeling of something silky and
smooth against your skin? That you desire to feel the tight
constriction of bondage and girdles? That the sensation of pulling
nylons up your leg or perhaps the beaded weight of a pearl thong would
feel cool and sensual to you?

Now I am thinking of those feelings, as only a woman can, after years
of taking those particular feelings for granted. There is something
there though. Not the normal day-to-day pulling on of the dreaded
pinchy panty hose, but the garments chosen especially for a lover. Put
on with all care. Donned as delicately as if his own hands were
guiding mine.

The pulling on and touching of my satin and lace panties. The girdle,
twisted and adjusted just so. The slow, purposeful motions as I roll
the stockings, then stretch them carefully up my legs, checking the
mirror afterwards to make sure the seams are straight. Or a teddy
perhaps? The cool feel of it sliding over my shoulder and then across
my belly leaves goosebumps on my flesh.

Of course you are right. There is something inexplicably sensual about
the feelings those garments elicit. Is it because of the way they feel
against the skin? Yes, that is undoubtedly a large part of it. But
that feeling becomes more potent with the knowledge of how it will
excite your lover.

I would love to reach into your trousers and feel smooth silk and
bumpy patterned lace caressing your skin. I doubt very seriously if
those trousers would stay on for long in my hunger to see you in your
exquisiteness.

You know… this is also one of my favorite kinks.
The vision of your pearl excited me so much!
You are a terrible tease!

HER