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

Tonight I want you to walk with me.

There is a little nature trail that wraps itself around a brook near my house. I take your hand and pull you along with me through the low hanging branches. The night is still warm, very humid. I am laughing as I guide you through the moonlight dappled darkness.

"Here", I whisper to you even though I know that no one can hear me. The sound of the brook is loud in that quiet space as you spread the blanket out for us to sit on. I know sitting in the moonlight is what you have in mind, but you know me, my appetite is for something much stronger. I hand you the candles and you light each one, spreading them around so that their warm light and sweet fragrance fills the night around us. I begin to undress you slowly, my hands and tongue gliding over every part of you as I take in that which I have been longing for. All of you.

I undress myself quickly, my lust is burning. I take off everything as you watch. Everything except my bra. I love to pull the sheer lace away and play with my nipples while I ride you.

And I will ride you, oh yes.

I love to fuck you in superior position, to look down on you and watch the beautiful agony on your face as I fuck you. I start slowly, taking my time to accustom myself to your length and girth. Then as I open for you I begin to ride you… slowly at first, then deeper and harder. I cum quickly the first time. I love to cum fast for you. I love to arch my back and let my long hair sway against your thighs as my throbbing overtakes me. I love that you are waiting for me to cum. That you are watching my face and my movements under the moonlight.

Then it is your turn.
I pull the bra down and draw my nipple to my mouth, sucking.
My fingers roam my breasts, then further down my body. Your hands reach for me too. My body is tingling with all of the sensations we create while I ride you.

You begin to moan, pushing deeper into me, grabbing my hips to hold me down on you as your orgasm begins. Your back arches and your ass rises off of the ground raising me with you.

I whisper my command to you softly, coaxing, not demanding, begging for what I want from you. "Fuck me harder. Cum for me. Cum deep. Fill me up."

And your agonized moan fills the night air. A low groan that grows louder as it gathers in your throat. Then you cum. Deep and hard, your hot cum fills me. And I start milking the cum out of you with my own orgasm, my pussy muscles throbbing against your spasms, both of us pulling the cum out of one another.

HER