"I love it when you dress up."
"I love to dress up for you." Those words have struck a cord with me from the very first time I heard them. Many years ago, when I was young, two curious teen boys discovered sex, discovered the joys and pleasures of each other's bodies and discovered their needs, wants and roles. Everything new, everything so exciting. Sensations were fresh, nerves were raw and exposed and each of us experienced before then unknown, incredible, erotic pleasures. Each of us changed, each in our own way, but each both so deeply and profoundly changed.
So young and so curiuos, we explored. I remember the way his body shook and trembled when I touched his cock that very first time. I remember how amazing his touch felt on mine. Quickly, we discovered ways to please each other and what our individual needs were. They were different, but both dependent on the other. If our worlds were to expand, at such earlier ages, it required openness and acceptance.
It started out just for fun, just as a joke, he said. Borrowing girly panties, bras and nighties from his sister. He would dress up for me. My excitement was obvious. My cock would throb just at the sight. His excitement showed itself in his willingness and desire to please and service me. Tight, smooth, ass showcased in cute, feminine lingerie. Smooth, cute cock and balls craddled and caressed by satin and lace. Hormones raging, sexual needs peaking. We had sex 2 or 3 times a day, some days. Other days were spent thinking about it. I would be ashamed of myself and the way I used him/her for sex if not for him/her being such a willing partner. I realized a certain amount of sync. I realized the power of words of encouragement. Never more evident than when I fucked that cute ass for the first time and she came in her panties. Wet and sticky, she had an orgasm as I fucked her. THAT was thrilling for me. THAT was thrilling for both of us. Alone after school, I could not wait to cum. Those days, it was all I could think about. We had talked alittle about it the last time, anal sex. I was nervous, but so excitied. I watched a petite, lingerie frame crawl into bed, ass in the air, moving back and forth. "She" moaned as I wrapped my fingers around her waist and squeezed tight. My cock was so hard, as only a young man's gets. I pushed down on it, aiming it at her delicious little opening. Her perfect little opening. Delicate, sexy, little folds, so alluring and I told her so. Lubed and ready, she shuttered as I pressed it against her. She cried out as my head entered her. I knew she wanted it, but did she want it for herself or for me? I always have wondered.
I watched my cock slowly disappear inside her. So warm, so tight, slow at first but then harder, faster, I moved in and out of her. She moaned and cried and I only gripped her tighter. She begged, she pleaded and yet I kept on pounding. Holding her waist, panties pulled to the side, on my knees behind her. Panting, sweating and still I fucked her. Now, I was the one moaning, I cried out. Her tight hole milked me and made me cum. Made me explode and fill her until I collapsed, spent, next to her. She laid down too, but facing away. Her hand reached out and touched my arm. I think she was smiling. I hope she was smiling. When I felt her wet, soft cock, I think she was embarrassed. I told her I Ilked it. I kissed it and tasted her. I rubbed her back and layed next to her. She was sore, she told me so. I told her, "You look so sexy dressed up." She said, "I like dressing up for you." When I got hard again, she asked if I wanted to fuck a second time.
As I grew, there was still nothing as sexy. I loved that as much as I enjoyed dressed up individuals, they enjoyed it more. They always seemed to love getting pretty for me. They seemed to love it even more. It is such a turn on. Smooth legs, calfs showen off in high heeled shoes. Asses, willing and compliant. They look pretty, they feel pretty. It leads to them feeling sexy and acting sexy. It is not 100 percent one sided though, as anyone that has tried it knows, sucking cock is also a huge turn on. And, nothing is more of a turn on than sucking a cock in panties. A woman's cock, male, TV, CD, nothing is sexier, nothing more thrilling, nothing more satisfying. The soft moans, the tense, lean muscles, the emotions and the fullfillment, my needs and theirs. That is a man's role and secret thrill in it all.
Have you ever felt warm, firm, throbbing cock on your lips? Have you ever felt it's pulse, it's invisible power? Have you ever experienced the incredible thrill of feeling it, making it orgasm? The warm rush of addictive flavor, it can make your whole body and mind, tingle. Now, imagine it as you have always wanted to be. As a pretty girl, as a sexy woman or just simply dressed up as one. Feeling the smooth, soft, sexy material against your skin, knowing you look sexy, knowing he wants you. He wants to make love to you or he just wants to use you. Maybe you just want to be used. It can be the most sensual, most satisfying sex ever. Maybe some of the best moments of their lives, maybe yours. And, I love being a part of that.
However, it doesn't have to be that way. It doesn't have to be so clear cut or one sided. There doesn't need to be one that it strickly submissive. There is joy in all aspects of these special relationships. There is pleasure, there are unique and special moments and feelings to be had.
Older than me, aggresive, confident. A lingerie clad temptress. A slim framed, huge cocked "lady." Giving directions, not taking them, that was her way. I found that out quickly and I also found myself weak to it.
Just as thrilling, just as addicting, is a shy gurl. Having them blossom, seeing it, being a part of it. Feeling a nervous body shake, making a beautiful, soft, small cock leak and cum.
I met "Toni" through a friend and right away I got those familiar feelings. When the hair stands up on the back of my neck and my cock twitches. It happens when I see a special gurl dressed up and out in public. Like a moth to a flame and metal to a magnet, I am drawn. I love all types, all sizes and all colors, but Toni was immediately special. Right off the bat, there were lingering looks, soft, sly smiles. Dressed in a thin, flowing dress, and with tan sun kissed skin, she looked every bit the beautiful, beach girl. When I told her how nice she looked, her friend interjected, "You should she her when we go out at night!" I think we all knew I was smitten. We all agreeed to meet up later.
To be continued...
So young and so curiuos, we explored. I remember the way his body shook and trembled when I touched his cock that very first time. I remember how amazing his touch felt on mine. Quickly, we discovered ways to please each other and what our individual needs were. They were different, but both dependent on the other. If our worlds were to expand, at such earlier ages, it required openness and acceptance.
It started out just for fun, just as a joke, he said. Borrowing girly panties, bras and nighties from his sister. He would dress up for me. My excitement was obvious. My cock would throb just at the sight. His excitement showed itself in his willingness and desire to please and service me. Tight, smooth, ass showcased in cute, feminine lingerie. Smooth, cute cock and balls craddled and caressed by satin and lace. Hormones raging, sexual needs peaking. We had sex 2 or 3 times a day, some days. Other days were spent thinking about it. I would be ashamed of myself and the way I used him/her for sex if not for him/her being such a willing partner. I realized a certain amount of sync. I realized the power of words of encouragement. Never more evident than when I fucked that cute ass for the first time and she came in her panties. Wet and sticky, she had an orgasm as I fucked her. THAT was thrilling for me. THAT was thrilling for both of us. Alone after school, I could not wait to cum. Those days, it was all I could think about. We had talked alittle about it the last time, anal sex. I was nervous, but so excitied. I watched a petite, lingerie frame crawl into bed, ass in the air, moving back and forth. "She" moaned as I wrapped my fingers around her waist and squeezed tight. My cock was so hard, as only a young man's gets. I pushed down on it, aiming it at her delicious little opening. Her perfect little opening. Delicate, sexy, little folds, so alluring and I told her so. Lubed and ready, she shuttered as I pressed it against her. She cried out as my head entered her. I knew she wanted it, but did she want it for herself or for me? I always have wondered.
I watched my cock slowly disappear inside her. So warm, so tight, slow at first but then harder, faster, I moved in and out of her. She moaned and cried and I only gripped her tighter. She begged, she pleaded and yet I kept on pounding. Holding her waist, panties pulled to the side, on my knees behind her. Panting, sweating and still I fucked her. Now, I was the one moaning, I cried out. Her tight hole milked me and made me cum. Made me explode and fill her until I collapsed, spent, next to her. She laid down too, but facing away. Her hand reached out and touched my arm. I think she was smiling. I hope she was smiling. When I felt her wet, soft cock, I think she was embarrassed. I told her I Ilked it. I kissed it and tasted her. I rubbed her back and layed next to her. She was sore, she told me so. I told her, "You look so sexy dressed up." She said, "I like dressing up for you." When I got hard again, she asked if I wanted to fuck a second time.
As I grew, there was still nothing as sexy. I loved that as much as I enjoyed dressed up individuals, they enjoyed it more. They always seemed to love getting pretty for me. They seemed to love it even more. It is such a turn on. Smooth legs, calfs showen off in high heeled shoes. Asses, willing and compliant. They look pretty, they feel pretty. It leads to them feeling sexy and acting sexy. It is not 100 percent one sided though, as anyone that has tried it knows, sucking cock is also a huge turn on. And, nothing is more of a turn on than sucking a cock in panties. A woman's cock, male, TV, CD, nothing is sexier, nothing more thrilling, nothing more satisfying. The soft moans, the tense, lean muscles, the emotions and the fullfillment, my needs and theirs. That is a man's role and secret thrill in it all.
Have you ever felt warm, firm, throbbing cock on your lips? Have you ever felt it's pulse, it's invisible power? Have you ever experienced the incredible thrill of feeling it, making it orgasm? The warm rush of addictive flavor, it can make your whole body and mind, tingle. Now, imagine it as you have always wanted to be. As a pretty girl, as a sexy woman or just simply dressed up as one. Feeling the smooth, soft, sexy material against your skin, knowing you look sexy, knowing he wants you. He wants to make love to you or he just wants to use you. Maybe you just want to be used. It can be the most sensual, most satisfying sex ever. Maybe some of the best moments of their lives, maybe yours. And, I love being a part of that.
However, it doesn't have to be that way. It doesn't have to be so clear cut or one sided. There doesn't need to be one that it strickly submissive. There is joy in all aspects of these special relationships. There is pleasure, there are unique and special moments and feelings to be had.
Older than me, aggresive, confident. A lingerie clad temptress. A slim framed, huge cocked "lady." Giving directions, not taking them, that was her way. I found that out quickly and I also found myself weak to it.
Just as thrilling, just as addicting, is a shy gurl. Having them blossom, seeing it, being a part of it. Feeling a nervous body shake, making a beautiful, soft, small cock leak and cum.
I met "Toni" through a friend and right away I got those familiar feelings. When the hair stands up on the back of my neck and my cock twitches. It happens when I see a special gurl dressed up and out in public. Like a moth to a flame and metal to a magnet, I am drawn. I love all types, all sizes and all colors, but Toni was immediately special. Right off the bat, there were lingering looks, soft, sly smiles. Dressed in a thin, flowing dress, and with tan sun kissed skin, she looked every bit the beautiful, beach girl. When I told her how nice she looked, her friend interjected, "You should she her when we go out at night!" I think we all knew I was smitten. We all agreeed to meet up later.
To be continued...
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