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Updated 7/08 [M 51] My wife passed away last year. I started wearing my mother's lingerie when I was little. My wife knew. She arranged for a man(the land lady's son) to have sex with me while I wore panty hose and a baby doll negligie. I felt so feminine with a cock in me. She gave me falsies to put in the bra I was wearing. My "daddy" made me feel like such a good little sissy. I will always be a little sissy when I have a huge cock in my boy pussy
[M] A long time ago, I started writing down my recollections of how all my love of all things feminine got started and the influences that formed my personality. I started wearing my mom's bra, nylon panties, garterbelt and stockings early in my childhood, most likely when I was seven or eight. In the late 40's and early 50's, there was no such thing as panty hose. Growing up as the oldest of three boys, I was always responsible for doing the laundry, dishes and taking care of the house. My mom worked the evening shift as a registered nurse so it was easy for me to sneak into her room and put on anything I wanted.
One evening when I was folding all the laundry the feel of her soft nylon panties was so erotic that I couldn't resist the temptation to try them on. I was instantly aroused and couldn't help but masturbate in them. It was so much fun that I eventually got bolder and began started going through her lingerie drawer and trying on bra, panties, and nylons. I fascinated by her underwear and particularly her girdles. She came home early with a cold one day and caught me doing dishes dressed in one of her sun dresses, nylons, and heels my first thought was Awwwww S . . .t! I was sure she would hit the roof. She was just speechless, at least for a few minutes and then I got that "What the hell" look. I was stunned when she said wasn't angry but told me that it was nothing more than harmless adolescent experimentation and that I would eventually grow out it. I knew there was no way that can ever happen. I told her that the kids at my elementary school were always calling me a fag because I was so feminine looking and acting. I just always felt different and alienated from the other boy's, I hated them because of their endless teasing. I loved spending more time with the girls; I was just more comfortable around them. By the time I entered fourth grade I knew I was not having fun being a boy. The possibility of actually living as a woman didn't merely seem like an utterly ridiculous solution. It just wasn't even within the realm of possibility. And, even though I knew gender was part of my struggles, I didn't realize how central gender was. I hated boy's sports and was lousy at being a boy. I was having so much fun wearing mom's clothes that I knew this was something I desperately wanted to be. . .a girl!
It's probably when I developed my fetish for panties, girdles, nylons and high heels! I spent a lot of time as a teenager, wondering what it would be like to be a genetic girl. I never knew there was such a thing as gender reassignment surgery until the world was introduced to Christine Jorgenson. But I wasn't sure doing that was going to me happy. I knew that I would be happiest just to be treated well no matter how I
dressed or acted. After all, I am a cross dresser and by definition I enjoy everything about the clothes--The look, the sensuous feel of panties and nylon stockings on my skin, trying things on, the shopping, admiring and studying current fashions, etc. To deny the clothing aspect of it would be to deny a huge part of who I am and love being. In retrospect, my mom must have known what I was doing and just ignored my cross dressing figuring it would burn itself out. I tried talking to her about it but she just ignored my feelings and need to talk about them. Right after I graduated, I joined the Navy. I had to repress my need to feel feminine because I was always at sea on a ship. In my late twenties, I met another cross dresser, purely by accident, at first it was nothing more that a wonderful friendship.
One night over dinner, she proposed that we become more intimately involved. I was ecstatic! Our love affair, although we had to hide it from the Navy, managed to last over 4 years and ended when she was transferred to the west coast. I still miss her even after all these years! Over the years I've purged my closet more times that I can count; what a waste; especially all those beautiful heels! It wasn't until after I met my future wife that I began to again feel that familiar urge.
The first time I put on a pair of my wife's underwear was when I realized I felt that old and irresistible urge to wear her panties and panty hose. The soft nylon fabric caressing my skin was incredibly exciting and erotic. I realized right away what I had been missing from the time I first experimented with cross dressing. When I told her how I felt, she was only too willing to experiment with me and for the past 34 years, we frequently make love when were both wearing a garterbelt, panties and heels! Oh my God, what an arousing feeling! I threw out all my men's briefs. Now I get to wear whatever I want, any time I chose. My work wardrobe consists of a pair of ladies slacks, blouse, and a pair of flats or 2-inch black patent dress pumps! Accessories consist of a ladies watch, pearl necklace and earrings. Makeup only takes about 10 minutes and I'm ready for work! Over the years, we've had a lot of fun experimenting with my cross dressing and frequently go out to dinner when I'm in a little black dress, jet black nylons, heels, and makeup that she has lovingly done for me. I will always be grateful that our marriage was strong enough so that I could tell her that I needed to express my feminine side.
I was sure that when she was aware that I liked dressing up, it would cause a lot of stress just because of a general social conditioning that men should be men and women should be women and never should the two cross! I know that dressing up doesn't make me any less of a man, and it/s incredibly enjoyable and relaxing. It's simply a part of who I am and gives me an unbelievable sense of well being. I love the fact that my wife loves and trusts me enough that I don't have to hide anything from her. She knows I'm bisexual and has encouraged my intimate friendship with another cross dresser. We used share my wife's panties almost every day.
It finally got to the point that we had to shop for my own and what a thrill! J. C. Penny and Sears have a wonderful selection of Vanity Fair, and Maidenform intimate wear. My cross dressing has brought a sense of adventure and exhilaration into our relationship that most couples will never have. We have always had much more intimate closeness in our lives that is unbelievable and has bound us together in ways that others will never understand. It's a blessing for which I now thank God every day. I hope that anyone who reads this will understand that we are all different in so many respects that it's impossible to characterize any human being by gender just by their outward appearance. I think that gender is in the brain and not between our legs.
Updated 6/08 [M] A long time ago, I started writing down my
recollections of how all my love of all things feminine got started
and the influences that formed my personality. I started wearing my
mom's bra, nylon panties, garter belt and stockings early in my
childhood, most likely when I was seven or eight. In the late 40's and
early 50's, there was no such thing as panty hose. Growing up as the
oldest of three boys, I was always responsible for doing the laundry,
dishes and taking care of the house. My mom worked the evening shift
as a registered nurse so it was easy for me to sneak into her room and
put on anything I wanted.
One evening when I was folding all the laundry the feel of her
soft nylon panties was so erotic that I couldn't resist the temptation
to try them on. I was instantly aroused and couldn't help but
masturbate in them. It was so much fun that I eventually got bolder
and began started going through her lingerie drawer and trying on bra,
panties, and nylons. I fascinated by her underwear and particularly
her girdles. She came home early with a cold one day and caught me
doing dishes dressed in one of her sundresses, nylons, and heels my
first thought was Awwwww S . . .t! I was sure she would hit the roof.
She was just speechless, at least for a few minutes and then I got
that "What the hell" look.
I was stunned when she said wasn't angry
but told me that it was nothing more than harmless adolescent
experimentation and that I would eventually grow out it. I knew there
was no way that can ever happen. I told her that the kids at my
elementary school were always calling me a fag because I was so
feminine looking and acting. I just always felt different and
alienated from the other boy's, I hated them because of their endless
teasing. I loved spending more time with the girls; I was just more
comfortable around them. By the time I entered fourth grade I knew I
was not having fun being a boy. The possibility of actually living as
a woman didn't merely seem like an utterly ridiculous solution. It
just wasn't even within the realm of possibility. And, even though I
knew gender was part of my struggles, I didn't realize how central
gender was. I hated boy's sports and was lousy at being a boy. I was
having so much fun wearing mom's clothes that I knew this was
something I desperately wanted to be. . .a girl!
It's probably when I developed my fetish for panties, girdles, nylons and high heels! I
spent a lot of time as a teenager, wondering what it would be like to
be a genetic girl. I never knew there was such a thing as gender
reassignment surgery until the world was introduced to Christine
Jorgenson. But I wasn't sure doing that was going to me happy. I knew
that I would be happiest just to be treated well no matter how I dressed or acted. After all, I am a cross dresser and by definition I
enjoy everything about the clothes--The look, the sensuous feel of
panties and nylon stockings on my skin, trying things on, the
shopping, admiring and studying current fashions, etc. To deny the
clothing aspect of it would be to deny a huge part of who I am and
love being.
In retrospect, my mom must have known what I was doing and
just ignored my cross dressing figuring it would burn itself out. I
tried talking to her about it but she just ignored my feelings and
need to talk about them. Right after I graduated, I joined the Navy. I
had to repress my need to feel feminine because I was always at sea on
a ship. In my late twenties, I met another cross dresser, purely by
accident, at first it was nothing more that a wonderful friendship. On
night over dinner, she proposed that we become more intimately
involved. I was ecstatic! Our love affair, although we had to hide it
from the Navy, managed to last over 4 years and ended when she was
transferred to the west coast. I still miss her even after all these
years!
Over the years I've purged my closet more times that I can count;
what a waste; especially all those beautiful heels! It wasn't until
after I met my future wife that I began to again feel that familiar
urge.
The first time I put on a pair of my wife's underwear was when I realized
I felt that old and irresistible urge to wear her panties and panty
hose. The soft nylon fabric caressing my skin was incredibly exciting
and erotic. I realized right away what I had been missing from the
time I first experimented with cross dressing. When I told her how I
felt, she was only too willing to experiment with me and for the past
34 years, we frequently make love when were both wearing a garter belt,
panties and heels! Oh my God, what an arousing feeling! I threw out
all my men's briefs. Now I get to wear whatever I want, any time I
chose. My work wardrobe consists of a pair of ladies slacks, blouse,
and a pair of flats or 2-inch black patent dress pumps! Accessories
consist of a ladies watch, pearl necklace and earrings. Makeup only
takes about 10 minutes and I'm ready for work! Over the years, we've
had a lot of fun experimenting with my cross dressing and frequently go
out to dinner when I'm in a little black dress, jet black nylons,
heels, and makeup that she has lovingly done for me.
I will always be
grateful that our marriage was strong enough so that I could tell her
that I needed to express my feminine side. I was sure that when she
was aware that I liked dressing up, it would cause a lot of stress
just because of a general social conditioning that men should be men
and women should be women and never should the two cross! I know that
dressing up doesn't make me any less of a man, and it/s incredibly
enjoyable and relaxing. It's simply a part of who I am and gives me an
unbelievable sense of well being. I love the fact that my wife loves
and trusts me enough that I don't have to hide anything from her. She knows I'm bisexual and has encouraged my intimate friendship with
another cross dresser. We used share my wife's panties almost every
day.
It finally got to the point that we had to shop for my own and
what a thrill! J. C. Penny and Sears have a wonderful selection of
Vanity Fair, and Maidenform intimate wear. My cross dressing has
brought a sense of adventure and exhilaration into our relationship
that most couples will never have. We have always had much more
intimate closeness in our lives that is unbelievable and has bound us
together in ways that others will never understand. It's a blessing
for which I now thank God every day. I hope that anyone who reads this
will understand that we are all different in so many respects that
it's impossible to characterize any human being by gender just by
their outward appearance. I think that gender is in the brain and not
between our legs.
Updated 10/07 [M 33] These letters and excerpts make really interesting reading and it really goes to show what a pity it is that society,by its essential narrow mindedness and constant desire to gender stereotype,"pidgeonholes" people into what is the commonly held belief of others as to what we should and should not be,wear,look like etc.As an accompaniment to a growing foot and shoe fetish,through my teenage years I enjoyed secretly wearing pantyhose/tights,stockings,knee highs and the like.Also panties and girdles,the feel of my erection inside the pantyhose and girdle really was quite special.With the said pantyhose I liked slacks,which came just to the ankle so I could see my hosed ankles/feet,or a skirt.Teamed with slip on,open toe/front mules"Scholl,s" being a favourite.It was nice to have a little "me" time in this way.years on with a beautiful lady,who is neither shocked nor minds if I wear her panties,preferably the ones she,s just taken off,or her stockings around the bedroom.Recently when my favourite lady came to bed she had on a pair of knee highs,quite smelly from a couple of days wear,they,d hardly hit the bedroom floor before I took them up,slipped my feet into those stiff,reinforced nylon toes that bore ,as the panties did,her feminine fragrance.We then curled naked around one another with me rubbing my tan nyloned feet up and down her legs,like she does for me.We have also enjoyed making love in open body type suspender tights/pantyhose too in the recent past.I,m a macho guy as it goes,but also in contact with the feminine side to my nature I like to think,I love my lady very much and harbour no tendancies other than being a slightly kinky,red blooded 100% male heterosexual.But it would be nice to see a time when should I decide I wanted to don a girdle and reinforced toe,tan pantyhose or stockings,skirt or whatever and a pair of flat slip on mules,or scholls and go about some of my daily business in this way.Society really needs to get over the issue of what are male and female clothes I think.Clothes are simply that,it is who wears them that truly makes them what they are,and how and if we look at it objectively,gender has a very thin part to play in what we wear.Or who wears it.
Updated 9/07 [M] I started wearing woman's nylon panties a few years ago & want to burn all my baggy Haynes briefs. Haven't done that yet because I still need a few guy undies for the MD & Chiropractor visits I occasionally make. I had a vasectomy when I was 40 because I did not want to sire any more children - three is enough to send to college on my engineer salary.
I find the nylon holds my scrotum up and I have gotten used to having my package held comfortably tight. My latest wish list includes the hipster panties that I will order some day. I started with white & have graduated to pink, blue, & black panties. I used to wrestle in high school so my masculine side is up physically but I truely enjoy my panties.
Updated 6/07 [M] I am a cross dresser, have been for most of my life but did not cross dress for 30 + years. Nothing, not panties, not stockings, nada zip nothing. I thought that all that was just part of my growing up after all I hadn't done it since I was 13. On our 30 wedding anniversary, after reading "The Guide To Good Sex" I bought a pair of black panty hose and shaved my legs just as a fun sexy thing to do. Guess what, it's like being an alcoholic, one drink and you're right back. It was like coming home. My wife and I have finally come to an understanding about my x-dressing. I don't go out and no one in my family knows nor do our friends. I should say I don't go out with some exceptions. I do have a hair dresser that I go to when I want my hair done and my regular hair dresser knows and has been helping me with my hair for years so that I can wear it male or female as my mood warrants. For several years I have worn it long, well past my shoulders and very curly. I am naturally gray but have it colored blonde.
I have pierced ears, shave my legs year round and wear shorts, and I have my eyebrows waxed.
I try to look good and most people would say that I succeed, I think. That is if they thought about it at all. Life is too short to be limited by what others think or expect.
[M] I wanted to send an update to my November 2006 letter regarding my newfound fondness for wearing my wife's heels. About 2 months after that first night I wore them, I indulged myself at Christmas by buying 3 pairs of heels online for myself. More recently I bought another 2 pairs online as a birthday present for myself. All of my shoes have heels of 5 inches or higher. The higher the better, I love them!
I've worn heels to bed usually about once a week since that first night, so...not every time we make love, but often enough. The first few times I wore them in bed, my wife made a comment now and then, but for the last while she hasn't said anything about them, and in fact seems to enjoy when I do. We soaked the other night in our hot tub for awhile, and just when I wanted to get out she said that she would stay in a few more minutes and would close the cover up when she got out, so that I wouldn't have to worry about it. I think she knew that I wanted to go and rinse off and slip into some heels and wait for her, which I did. What followed was another great session in bed.
The most erotic time was one weekend evening, our kids were both away on school trips, and my wife and I had just returned home from a movie. I decided to start a fire in the fireplace, and while I did I asked my wife if she'd like some blueberry tea, so I boiled some water and then went back to tending the fire. She relaxed on a chair in front of the television. Once the water was boiled I let the tea steep and went upstairs and got out of my clothes and slipped on my pair of black platform ankle-wrap sandals with 6 inch spike heels that I'd ordered from Victoria's Secret at Christmas time. I walked back into the kitchen and made up the drinks and took them to her in front of the fire. I went back to the bedroom and brought out a quilt and laid it in front of the fire, and for the next couple of hours we enjoyed "each other's company".
Definitely the hottest time for me, not counting laying in front of the fire (!), was on a lazy Sunday morning several months ago, actually during my wife's period. I awoke about 9:00 and wanting to play a bit, went to my closet and pulled out my favorite shoes, a silver pair of ankle strap sandals with clear lucite 5 1/2 inch spike heels. These shoes are definitely made for playtime, not walking, but that's okay with me! I went into the master bath, closed the door, and had a quick wash, and then slipped into my heels. I climbed back into bed, and woke my wife with some tender caressing. A few minutes later she was performing some great oral sex on me, and when she slid her finger in my hole, I leaned over and took our eight inch dildo from the night table and told her to play with it. She got it wet with some of her juices and slowly slid it inside of me, gradually sliding it in almost the entire length. After she had done this, she climbed on top of me and with my legs wrapped around her she thrust in and out of me, rubbing the dildo up against herself while doing so, so that she could climax while she was licking and biting my nipples. As I lay there with my arms wrapped around her neck and watched as my heels shot straight up in the air behind her back, I couldn't help but think that it felt absolutely incredible to be doing this.
More recently I have read a letter on your website about a "Feeldoe" which seems really intriguing to me and probably worth buying just to see what it feels like, particularly for my wife. Recalling another time when our dildo was inside of me and I was turned around straddling my wife while I rode the dildo on top of her clit and brought her to climax while her hands were on my hips, makes me think that having the "Feeldoe" inside of her and me while she pumps me doggystyle while I'm wearing some of my heels might just be the ultimate.
Who knows where this will go. I don't try to analyze it, I've just found that I love wearing heels while we're having sex, and it definitely seems to liven up our love life, so I guess there's nothing really wrong with that.
Updated 5/07 [M] Our wedding night, Cyn, sucked and fucked 4 of the guys at the reception ..Before..we had sex. I lustily depravedly lapped her cum soaked pussy and sucked on her quite large clitty while she humped up and down and between moans and grunts told me in detail about each guys swollen cock and how she wished she could have seen me suck on each..
By 6 months of our marriage, Cyn and I had our first 3some with a bi guy. While she'd been out shopping I'd showered, douched my pussy, Naired my entire body, cosmetically enlarged my aerolas, and stuffed the nylons, heels baby doll nighty into the hamper so I could retrieve it at the right time..
The right time came when a blinding snowstorm forced our guest to spend the night..Up to that point it had been an uneasy meeting (lot of fumbling and stumbling for stuff to talk about)..Cyn and Jeff had already climbed into bed while I excused myself to use the john..Never has one person slipped out of hetro wear and into slutty wear and applied makeup in such a short period..
The room was pitch black as I came in and climbed into bed on Cyn's front side..She reached for me and felt the nylons and baby doll and soft smooth powdered skin and moaned..ohh youuuu naughttyyyy..I reached over to feel her bare tush and grabbed Jeff's swollen cock instead..
While Cyn propped herself against the head of the bed and fingered herself with one hand and squeezed a nipple of her small tits with the other and rolled her tongue over her lips I went to work on Jeff's swollen 7" much to his moaning delight.."Unh,,I I want to fuck you he moaned...
Out came the KY and with my nylon clad legs over Jeff's shoulders and my nylon clad feet encased in white 31/2" pumps pushing into the air, he slid his cock up my pussy and within 2 minutes had shot a sizable load in me. As he slid his softening cock out of me and I moaningly fondled myself to a rousing orgasm myself, Cyn lunged foreword and took his cock into her eager mouth moaning greedily...
As she bent over doggy style to service his flagging cock back into action I used my tongue around her anus..teasingly making her flinch and hump and whimper..
Finally Jeff was 'ready'... Cyn turned and whispered in my ear...I want to fuck with him alone...I want you to drive down to LaSalle Park and get fucked by as many guys as you can...Pleaseeeee
With a dark curly wig on, and a top coat covering my baby doll and nylon clad and otherwise naked, form I made my way thru a serious snowfall to the car and shivered uncontrollably until the heater finally came on.
I got back home at 6 that morning to find Jeff and Cyn at the breakfast table having coffee...Cyn must have told Jeff where I'd gone because his cock was clearly visable swollen and throbbing as he sat at the table..
Ohhh Babes..Jeff needs some relief..won't you be a good little slut and service him??
It took a good 10 minutes to elicit a half-hearted orgasm out of Jeff's cock..but I enjoyed every depraved moment of it...
Updated 4/07 [M] Over the past two years, with my wife Barbara's encouragement, support (and frequently, her downright insistence) I've emerged as a confirmed submissive sissy crossdresser. When I started down this path, I had a secret fetish for women's panties. Barbara caught me one night fooling around with a pair of her panties and before long I was wearing a pair just like them in my own size. It just snowballed from there and my feminization gradually progressed from panties and lingerie to dresses, skirts, make-up, wigs, jewelry, pierced earlobes, perfume, body shaving, eyebrow plucking and manicured nails. For all intents and purposes, I've become the "wife" in our relationship. At home I'm the "lady of the house" and I dress the part. I do the houselkeeping, the laundry and most of the cooking. I still go to work as a male in suits and ties, but underneath I'm decked out in complete feminine fashion. In the bedroom, I'm at Barbara's beck and call. She's the top; I'm the bottom -- and it's my bottom that gets the fucking and its her strap-on dildoe that does the penetrating. The only penetrating I do these days is with my tongue.
Updated 3/07 [M] as you might know i have worn panties from about 5yrs old and now i am over 65 and still ware a nylon full nylon panty. well a neighbor lady up the street came my early one morning. i must a very nice redhead very well stacked. she asked me to follow her to get her oil changed. i said sure. so i waited her to drive over. i got in my car so off we went. it was only about 5 miles away.
Updated 2/07 [M] I love cross dressing. Specifically, I love how it seems to wash away stress. When in full feminine mode, I never feel the pressure to perform that I do as a man The makeup, hair, nail polish, clothing, etc, are treats to me. No one in my social or professional life would ever understand if they knew. I wish I could grow my hair halfway down my back and have the curliest spiral perm put in! I would love to be able to say that I'm sitting here in a lacy blouse, mini skirt, panty hose and boots, and maybe some really cute hair accessories, but I can't .
Updated 10/06 [F] My husband has a "thing" for cross dressing and I've known this since before we were married. For awhile, I tried to ignore it, but before long his cross dressing desires became part of our intimate life together. We're both highly successful professionals with stressful jobs and our sex life is a necessary release for us both. My husband's sissy name is Julia -- so you know just who I'm referring to below.
[M 33] For the past three years I've been wearing women's low cut
athletic socks. They are comfortable and look good with tennis shoes. And I
do have a pair with stripes! I've received a few
strange looks from some store clerks; but I think most were thinking that I
had some wild foot fetish for my girl friend, or something.
Updated 9/06 [M] I was given a huge surprise from my wife when she started demanding I wear her underwear , she also stated shaving me , did I complain at first ? I did but she was so turned on feminising me I did not complain I loved the sex I received after the sessions , this went on for another year and slowly she started me on hormones , well I have now said goodbye to my male life . It is now some 3 years later and I now sport a completely smooth front she had my penis and scrotum removed in a sex change carried out in Thailand the results are superb.
Updated 8/06 [F]
My husband is away on business for 2 weeks...the longest period in our 20 year marriage. When I think about how he packed, I get very horny, which is why I find myself compelled to send you this email....
[M 66] I began wearing my sisters panties when I was about 16 years old. I was just curious as to how they would feel. From there, I went to her bras and dresses. Everything fit pretty good because we were about the same size then. I managed to take a couple of pair with me when I went off to college, but it wasn't until my senior year when I had my own private apartment that I was able to wear them with any regularity. When I started work, I began to order by mail--panties at first then decided to try some bras. When I got married, I was allowed to wear panties occasionally but not enough to make me really happy. When we divorced, I began to order more and more women's clothing so that I was almost always dressed when at home. Over time, I began to buy in person and to try things on before buying them. I had 2 or 3 stores where I had gained the confidence of the sales people and they came to know me not as a pervert, but as a customer who would spend money. As it stands now, I can shop pretty much anywhere, confident in the fact that I belong there alongside women and buying women's clothing. I shop wearing a bra with breast forms, panties, knee hi hosiery and women's top and pants and sometimes real light make-up. Only one or two times have I worn a wig and that was to a small boutique where I have known the owner for years. Even so dressed, there is no mistake that I am a male, but they accept me as is. I now own no male underwear whatsoever and doctors that have seen them, have made no mention of them. I am contemplating starting to wear a bra to doctor's appointments now. I wear them so much since I retired that I feel undressed without one. For a while, there was a sexual rush while wearing all this feminine finery, but I now find that it is just another way to dress. Even so, it feels so good to feel the softer materials against my body instead of the sometimes rugged materials that most males put up with. Thank you for hosting this forum and allowing people like me to express a little of how we feel.
Updated 5/06 [M 26] I am a 26 year old man who wears panties.........but I am not the typical lusting sort of guy who just thinks of how they feel.
Updated 3/06 [M 41] i like the stuff on men and panties. i have to tell you that i've loved this stuff for years. i think it began when was when i was 7. i don't know why but satin panties that turn me on so much. I just love the look and the feel of them and it it makes me so hard just to see a woman with them on or put them on myself and jerk off.
[M] I haven't bought my first pair of panties as of yet but I'm anxious to shed these boring men's briefs and have a more sensuous and accommodating fit. At this point I'm going commando which reasonably ok but I'm silk or lycra will have an amazing appeal. As I write this, my cock is nodding a hearty assent. I enthusiastically enjoy the company of physical and intelligent women, but lately the thought of a man in this category is somewhat enticing.
[M] My introduction to a world of femininity came like
many others as a young boy with a quite domineering
mother who I found out later, desperately wanted to
have a girl. Up until the age of around 12 my mother
had my hair permed in curls and coloured dark blonde.
No-one ever knew that my hair was not naturally curly
and quite so blonde until this ritual was finally
stopped by my Father who never really agreed with it
but was usually dominated by my Mother's strong will.
this happened over a summer holiday period and the
ribbing I got at school on return soon died away to my
great relief.
[M 62] Comfort is reason enough for me to wear panties intended for women. I've never cared for boxers and until recently have worn conventional men's cotton briefs. But I never used their fly opening. Sometimes my penis would fall out of the fly. Last year I tried no-fly men's briefs and liked them better, but the pouch was too snug and too warm. Next step was to try women's panties. My lady friend wears non-sexy cotton Jockey for women briefs in solid colors that seemed practical, so I shopped for some online, in a mildly erotic adventure.
Updated 11/05 [M] I have been a closet crossdresser for most of my adult life. Actually I would love to have been born a woman.
When dressed I can't seem to keep my hands off my silicone breasts. Also I can't control my urge to be a submissive oral servant. Thanks to the net I now have 8 married gentlemen who I service as often as schedules permit. I have been sucking cock for the past 15 years off and on. My ass is still virgin, but lately I have come close to wanting it there to. I am now 65 years old so there is no guilt, and I enjoy my role as a woman every chance I get. Lately I have started to sleep in my "breasts", and even venture out in my car at night wearing them. I would suck cock every day if I had the chance. The thrill of the climax in my mouth is a pleasure I can't describe. The nylons, mini-skirts, and 5" heels only heighten my pleasure. Plus I have 8 very happy clients. I intend to continue this forever.
[M] Visit any porn or serious sex sites and you'll gather very quickly that panties feature in the sexual preferences and fantasies of many men. This is
hardly surprising. For much of our pubescent emerging sexuakity, a glimpse
of a girls panties is the nearest we come to experiencing any sexual
activity (apart of course from a glimpse of cleavage. For those of us
brought up in the 50's and 60's, this was esoecially so for very little
fleash was on display. If we did (do) get a little closer to an actual
sexual encounter, it was usually the case that the furthest we got was
touching a girl between her legs and the panties usually stayed firmly in
place! If you were really lucky, you got to tug them aside and feel the soft
voluptuousness of a warm cunt! Given what we know about how fetish's arise,
it's hardly surprising that men men have a thing about panties!
Updated 3/05 [M] Here's another letter from a frequent contributorIn my attempt to promote my fashion freedom campaign I wanted to have some professional pictures done of me. This was no small undertaking. If you are not familiar with "Fashion Freedom" read my article dated 9/03. In brief, it is the freedom to wear whatever you like regardless of gender. That sounds kind of constitutional doesn't it? Clothing should not be gender specific. I believe that a male can retain his masculinity by wearing clothing that is female oriented. A man should be able to wear heels, hosiery, and skirts if he desires. Get the point?
Updated 2/05 [M 37] I do, from time to time, wear female clothing mostly jeans because I find they fit better. But just because of difference in the way bodies are cut, most tops tend to be too tight. Not so much interested in dresses as they tend to be less flattering. Skirts are hot or miss when I cross dress to go clubbing.
[M 60s] A few years ago, I am in my 60's now, I found Men's Nylon Bikini's at a chain store and bought several pair. I now could share my fetish with my wife, for after all, these were men's panties. She already knew I loved the silky feeling of Panties, as she would masturbate me with her's, on occasion. Now she accepted the fact I had a Panty Fetish and even let me wear some of hers, I was relieved she finally knew. Little did she know, I had worn her Panties on occasion, for years. I needed more Panties after while and returned to the store I had bought the first ones at. Much to my surprise, they no longer carried them and I searched other stores for them, but to no avail.
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Last year, Barbara started taking me out in public fully dressed as a woman. At first, I was terrified. I do look presentable and I am able to mimic a feminine gait and mannerisms. But I really can't pass as a woman. My voice is very masculine and deep, and I have to wear wigs. Most people realize sooner or later that I'm a guy in drag. Strangely, while I find this deeply humiliating, I also get very excited when I am out in public all dressed up as a woman while being read as a male. The more looks and snickers I get the better, it seems.
Barbara has taken me out to restaurants, movies, the theater, concerts, nightclubs and shopping malls with me dressed totally femme.
Most of my outings as a woman are short term -- at most over a three-day weekend. But recently, I got the opportunity to spend some quality time in a skirt suit and high heels that I'll never forget. I owe it to Barbara as usual. Barbara works independently in her own business. She has one employee, a part-time Gal Friday, who does her filing, takes her phone calls, picks up the mail and types correspondence. This lady took vacation for two weeks in January and Barbara had me take two weeks of my vacation to fill in at her office. I was her secretary for two whole weeks and every day I had to get myself groomed for the office.
At the office, Barbara is all business and I was expected to work hard. She treated me just like she was the boss and I was her Gal Friday. While she went to lunch with clients, I would stay at the office and have a salad brought from home. On the two Friday nights, after work, Barbara had me change into a cocktail dress at the home and took me out for a nice, intimate meal, before taking me home for sex.
If we could ever afford it, I would just love to work as Barbara's full-time secretary.
when we got to the place she took care of getting her oil changed. she got in my car and started back. knowing i wear panties she said, "let me see your panties to day."
i had some very sexy black lacy panties on. she saw them and with big smile reached her hands down and felt them. then reach under them and gave the best blow job i had in a long time. she said, "i thought you needed your oil changed also." since that time i have eaten her pussy several times. this is why all men should wear panties. sex is very good in them.
I have always been heterosexual, but lately I find myself wondering what it would be like to be en femme and have a very masculine (but gentle) man make love to me. I must admit that I am fully attracted to the idea! I suspect that with estrogen therapy, I could feel fulfilled as a woman. I'm a regular guy on the outside, but what would make me happy would be to be a very feminine woman -and somewhat prissy. I would be the type of woman who cried over breaking a nail or who dreaded going outside when it's raining "because I don't want to mess up my perm".
And NOTHING would feel better than to have a man hold me in his arms and tell me how pretty I looked, or call me his delicate little butterfly, or something sweet and special like that. It would be almost as sexy as sex itself!
At first, Julia's cross dressing was confined to the bedroom -- panties, nightgowns, hose and heels, and a bra. Julia's very accomplished at cunnilingus and I get super-horny when he does me with his tongue, kisses my derriere, and sucks my toes while he's dressed in his lingerie. Julia loves being the submissive sissy and he loves for me to be a bossy, demanding and dominant bitch who makes him cross dress. He loves the humiliation of submission and being made to cross dress. I must confess I do enjoy being the "top" and taking charge of him.
On one of our typical playdates, I begin by having flowers delivered to his office in the morning with a pair of his panties in a sealed envelope along with a note from "mistress" and instructions. For example, I usually require Julia to put the panties on under his male attire and instruct him to go to the store before he comes home to pick up some tampons, or some other feminine product -- perfume, make-up, jewelry.
When Julia gets home, I make him undress in my presence. After he strips down to his panties, I get him dolled up in some humiliating outfit -- maybe a tight pantie girdle, hose, heels, apron, some make-up and earrings. Juila makes a charming sissy girdle maid. Julia makes my supper and serves me. From there we go on to other things -- a paddling over my knee or maybe Julia does some housework -- the laundry etc. When it's bedtime, I'm totally in control and my sissy is begging for it.
Lately, we've decided to take Julia public. I've had him out twice now in women's street clothes but making it obvious that he's a cross dressed man. The first time out I put Julia in a pair of ladies' Capri pants, over thong panties, a woman's blouse (no bra), women's sandals, light but obvious make-up, earrings, ladies' wristwatch, perfume and a handbag.
I took Julia to a nail salon for a manicure and pedicure. Then we went shopping for his first dress.
The second time out, he wore his new dress, a casual shirtwaister, with all the accessories, wig, makeup, padded girdle, bra, hose, heels -- the works. He loved every minute of it. Now, he wants to get dolled up and show off all the time.
My breasts are a full 36 d in size my hips are 33” and waist 26 “my face and body hair has completely gone and is very smooth my nails hair and skin are so feminine it is most gorgeous and I am feeling so womanly. My bras and knickers are selected by my wife and are lacy and white.
My last sexual experience was my wife introducing a friend of hers she fell madly in love with me, my wife insisted we made love in front of her it was mind blowing I am still attracted to women rather than men even though my wife made me make love to a man, it does nothing for me at all, I love the smoothness of the female form.
Do I miss my male past , the truth , not a single bit I just love being a woman , I get full respect from men, doors being opened pampering , the odd tear ,the odd tantrum , I really feel a lot more emotional and sensitive and adore the admiring glances from men and women.
My wife is a Full lesbian and hates men she is very beautiful and feminine and madly in love with me so sweet. We love sharing clothes as we are both the same size 10 very helpful, just got another new bra very lovely plum colour... and new g string. My wife has also decided I look great in Rago girdles I love them they give great support and a female outline I also wear low slung hipster jeans and pumps with low cut balcony bras , my make up is soft and natural and nails painted red .
Go on girls feminise your man you will not regret it nor will he if he goes the whole way.
About 5 years ago, we moved. As I was packing up the house, I was dragging boxes out of the top of our closet. This is where we keep our "important stuff". The leather, the whips, the lubes and toys. This time, however, the box held a surprise. Inside one of these boxes were 2 pairs of extremely high heels...a pair of black strappy sandals and some red sandals. The red sandals piqued my interest primarily because the heel was SO high and because they looked just like a pair that I had packed already. I knew these heels because my husband bought them for me at one of our favorite fetish stores in Hollywood. They are the highest heels I own which is why they are his favorites. They accentuate my ass and legs the best which is why they are my favorites...they are really only for fucking, however.
What was different is that these shoes were far too huge for me to wear though. My husband was wearing heels while I wasn't at home.
We have a very sexual relationship, but he is definitely the most inhibited. We had been swinging for years. He has a very powerful fetish that I can only define as kinky/shoe/glam fetish. He loves me dressed as an ultra whore, but is just as drawn to me when I am in a polka dot sun dress...as long as I show some cleavage, wear lots of makeup, nylons and stiletto heels. I personally enjoy heels and nylons on a regular basis myself, as I love it when I know men are staring at me.
I didn't want to scare him away, but I wanted to help him experience this in a safe manner. I had been wanting him to experiment with his drag queen self for a long long time. I began to do some research online. There are some great resources out there, I discovered, for people like us.
By the end of the day, I had an appointment scheduled for him at the local transgender specialty shop for a complete makeover. Then I called him at work and told him to take that day off. I counted the hours until the day arrived.
When we got to Lydias, he began to stammer. I grabbed his hand and led him inside. We were taken back to a makeup area and the artist sat him down. I kissed him deeply and told him to relax. He looked at me and smiled and said "thank you".
I left the room and shopped for him. I picked out an absolutely slutty chartreuse miniskirt, a waist cincher with garters, some nylons, a bra and some fake titties. i cant remember what kind of a top i bought him. The cashier (who was clearly gay) and I picked out a pair of stiletto heel white pumps with a cute ankle strap. The cashier was concerned that he might have trouble walking in them, or even worse cramp up but I felt confident that he could walk in them.
He took them into the makeup studio while I read cross dressing magazines, literature and such. After an hour or so, the owner walked out holding his hand. She mentioned something about him needing a gaff or not wearing a miniskirt but I forgot all of that when I saw him. I remember it to this day. He was truly a statuesque, hyper-surreal amazonian whore of a glam queen. His heels clicked on the floor. His ass wiggled as he walked. His miniskirt didnt even BEGIN to cover his stockings...he looked like a complete whore......they had outfitted him with a gorgeous brunette wig...shoulder length, sleek straight hair. His tits were obscenely huge....his skin looked so smooth under the makeup...he looked so gorgeous. He was wearing false eyelashes and fingernails that he dug into me as he pulled me to him and kissed me. I said "My god you are so fuckable...."
The way home, i listened to him tell me how he would wait for me to leave, then he would dress up in his heels and nylons and practice walking, dancing, sexual positions. He regaled me with fantasies of seducing and dominating men with me.
We are regulars at a local club that caters to the TG crowd now. Many admirers and the curious men come to visit. He is very good at seducing men. He has become an expert cocksucker. I love to watch his boyfriends come home with him....their panting....their pleasure....I love to share them with him.
But the sex WE have is so much more exciting. He has become this domme bitch of a woman. I know that he is in phoenix tonight...he opened his suitcase and put on his latest outfit: a pair of white vinyl bitchpants, some hot pink mules, his falsies, eyelashes and new wig and launched out into the night with a camera in his handbag. I have given him the girly name of Brandy because I think it is so perfectly trashy and whorish for him.
I cant wait to see the pictures.
My panty "fetish" started when I was quite young, I used to see my sister's panties lying on the floor of the bathroom and sometimes it struck a weird sense in me at the tender age of 6 or 8, when I got older my hormones would drive me crazy and sometimes lead to trouble. Joan it was not until I realized my love of Panties and my need to free my feminine side that I decided to wear them as a way to embrace my feelings deep within me.. When I got married my wife and I had a very deep and loving relationship, and at the time I mostly wore "mens" bikinis and etc, but always they tended to be as feminine as possible.
About a year after our marriage she was taking a shower one day when she came back to our bedroom she found that I had dug out one of her pairs of panties and put them on. they were soft and silky to feel against my skin and I must admit she was surprised!!! she exclaimed to me that it was not normal for men to wear women's panties but I said to her that it is something that has been eating me from the inside out......I needed to be seen by her in panties, in short I needed to come clean to her and ler her know of my so called hidden side.. I assured her that I am still the man that she married and I told her that I would be more than happy to accommodate her on shopping trips and trips to the panty stores.....and she could buy whatever she needed or wanted...I only asked from her that she would allow me to be my full self and let me unwind.
Joan.......there is nothing more frustrating than to be a man today in this world of high pressure and stress...we need to release our anxieties and express in a way that is non destructive. For me it is our trips to the shopping mall and to Victoria's Secret stores and to the lingerie section of just about any store we go to. I never ever ever say no to her when she holds up an outfit that she likes or a corset or nightie. In turn she will discreetly buy things for me...like last Christmas she bought for me the prettiest nightie I had ever seen!!! WE both sleep in nighties and love to make love in them. we have a beautiful daughter now and our love life is without flaw. Currently I wear panties every day and feel more complete as a man and as for my wife, she is still the most wonderful lady in the world!!!! I love her dearly and can never thank her enough for her understanding.
Joan....my letter here is for the ladies out there....please love your man.....don't hate him when he comes home grouchy from work..he does not know how to release his anxieties and stresses as well as you ladies do.. If your love life is suffering....maybe try rubbing a "spare pair" of panties on his naked body. let him feel your soft side and the sensual feel of your "spare panties" Your man will love to wear them even if it is just a little bit up one leg at first. When you finally have him in panties and he wears them all night nurture this feeling of his. You have the entire anxiety of the man's biggest fear in your hands Gain his trust and last but not least KEEP his secret. You will be loved and he will open up his heart in time.
God it makes me cum so much. what a feeling. i feel so bad cause i think i am queer or crazy to think this way, but i do love it just wanted to talk to someone.
I never told anyone but you about this, but i see from your page that i am not the only one and that makes me feel good.
I was an only child and my Father was always away on
business trips which left my Mother time to indulge
her fantasies to see what I looked like as a little
girl often dressing me in frilly dresses and
petticoats. This was all very playful and I loved all
the attention of course. Over this period up to about
age 8, I came to believe that little girls had the
best in life and I always looked forward to our
"dress-up days". In retrospect there was no going back
after this experience.
This was in the sixties and my Mother was a woman who
was as they said back then "well groomed". She always
wore dresses or skirts, always fully made-up and her
hair was permed and sprayed until it was quite stiff.
One of my joys back then was to watch her apply her
make up. This was something that has stayed with me
until now.
She would go to the Beauty salon twice a week to have
her hair set and her nails done. I would always go
with her and every month or so I also was given my
hair permanent. I would sit there quietly with perm
rods in and that terrible stink from the chemicals but
quite happy to be pampered by the nice ladies at the
salon.
Often if my Mother and Father were going out that
night, my Mother would have "special makeup" applied
at the salon which was heavy evening makeup. I was in
awe watching this amazing process. After her hair set,
manicure and makeover I would watch as she sat with
other ladies at the salon with coffees and happy
conversation with cigarettes held aloft in their
painted fingers. Beautiful creatures from another
planet.
As I grew older I became more independent and less of
a Mommies boy but never lost the inner feeling and
desire for femininity and that beautiful softness,
vulnerability and wonderful feeling. In college I
would dream about what it would be like to be a
affluent woman of leisure - that was my fantasy. I
dated many girls and the ones I was most attracted to
were the most feminine and soft.
The big change for me came when I was about 28 and on
a business trip. I was fantasizing about these salon
sessions years ago and the feeling I had as a boy with
my Mother in the salon and decided that I was going to
give myself a makeover - what a leap!
I went to a Chemist store that was virtually empty and
a young sales assistant asked what I would like? My
nervousness obviously showed and I said that I had
been talked into an "AC/DC" night where girls went as
boys and vice versa and I needed some makeup. This was
amazing. Without ridicule, this young woman laughed
quickly and said fine, lets put together something
terrific for you. She probably made the best sale of
her career. I bought everything. lipsticks, eyeshadow
kits, lashes, nails, polish, curlers and on and on.
Shaking with anticipation I went back to the hotel and
locked the door.
After a shave and shampoo and wearing the Hotel
toweling robe I entered into a total world of fantasy,
excitement and pleasure that 25 years later has only
grown. At that time I had long hair and put my hair in
curlers with rows from front to back and poured on the
setting solution. This took quite a while because I
was shaking, feeling quite shivery and it took some
time to get used to doing this to my own hair. Once
the rollers were in place I then applied a honey face
masque.
This was the start of what was to become a
long-standing ritual whenever I traveled. Hair in
curlers, then a facial. As the facial and hair in
curlers dried, my face and scalp were pulled very
tight with a lovely feeling of being totally feminine
and quite pampered. I would touch the palms of my
hands on the curlers and pins as the hair dried - what
a feeling!
After peeling off the masque and then through that
long evening and into the early hours of the morning I
quietly adhered long lashes, put on heavy ivory
foundation and dark blue/grey evening shadow eyeliner
and mascara that I admired with my Mother many years
ago. Then, the lip liner, dark red lipstick and lastly
the long painted nails.
Finally after the nail polish dried, the dry curlers
came out and after much teasing and primping the spray
was applied making my new "do" rock hard - like me. I
remember that I was so amazed at my own transformation
that I just spent hours looking at my face and hair
from different angles and feeling so very very excited
- what a rush. Then lots of primps of lippy and
mascara until I had panda eyes.
I became a graphic designer after college and even
from the first time I applied makeup I remember that
it looked quite good - instinctively I knew how to
layer it and get good effects. Being glamorous - that
was always the objective. Over the years I have become
practiced in developing a show girl look and along the
way developing quite a fetish for very long thick
lashes and long curved nails about 1'1/2" from my
finger tips enabling me to still do most things but
with some difficulty - that's why they go on last.
My femme world started with makeup and stayed that way
for many years while I traveled - that is until the
internet. Once I found that I was not alone and saw
what others were doing I just grew in stages and
started the dressing part - unlike most who started
with clothes and went on from there.
Each step was a new joy and excitement. First, I
bought a black suspender, black tights, panties and
bra from a lingerie store "for my wife" who was the
"same size as me". How embarrassing but so worth it as
I wore them for the first time. Then high heels, wigs,
glam jewelery, outfits, boobs and on and on.
I was never a smoker but when I am fully made-up I
love to smoke a long cigarette with wine. It is so
exciting to see where the red lipstick has kissed the
filter and the long, gold banded cigarette at the end
of my painted curved nails. I have watched the
choriography of many actresses smoking and love to
emulate this. Not being a regular smoker I feel very
light-headed after only one or two and that is also
arousing. As I slowly smoke my cigarette I stroke
myself very gently with the tips of my long nails and
stay at a heightened state all night long.
This growing traveling production became quite quite
difficult to conceal and my wife finally discovered my
secret when she saw a slight trace of mascara left on
one eye one day on return from business travel. That's
a story for another time, but we are still together
and I am still enjoying my quiet fantasy times every
week or so - I could not do without these periods
which are so arousing, relaxing and a kind of
meditation as I sit in front of the mirror all night
in corset and heels and have one of my lovely spa
nights.
I'm bigger in the hips and waist than most women so my choice was limited to "queen" sizes, and I ordered three plain styles in gray stretch cotton. Hipster style fits me wonderfully, while the higher waist band of the otherwise same-sized classic brief is too high, extending well above my trousers. French cut is in between.
I love the hardly-there feel and lightness of these panties, summer and winter. The material is thinner and better ventilating than my men's briefs. The width across their crotch is much less, 2-1/2" vs 4-1/4" and there is no annoying bunching of thick surplus material. Support for my average-sized genitals is just right --a very gentle, flexibly positioning pouch forms around them and lets my junk jiggle pleasantly as I walk, but not flop about. I pull this pouch to one side to use the toilet, rather than pull down the waist band. The rear part covers my bum loosely yet does not ride up my crack. Returning to my men's briefs confirmed that these panties are best in all regards, and I've stocked up. My lady friend is amused, rather than aroused or alarmed, by this practical departure from custom.
I have always said what goes on behind closed doors between two consenting adults is no bodies business but theirs. I enjoy being called a "cocksucker"
Even if that were not so, given that the thin pabric of a girls pants are
next to her ass and fanny (pussy) it is not surprising that they have an
especially significance.
We guys are also pretty basic sexually. We're geared to site. So anything
visually sexy works for us.
Panties are a fantastic turn on. They look sweet and sexy. If they are
sheer, there is always the hint of what's underneath marginally visible - a
shock of dark bush or the upper part of pussy lips. They are good to feel
and add a delighful frisson to sex like a well-wrapped xmas present. cunts
feel soft and enticing through the soft fabric of panties and there is the
heart-stopping excitement of feeling them become wet and pulling them aside
to finger what lies beneath. Women can always entice a guy by well-chosen undies.
Panties come in so many varieties too which adds hundreds of variations in
sexual delight. There are dozens of colours! Miriad different fabrics -
cotton, lace, nylon, microfibre, satin. They can be thick, sheer or
delicately flimsy. Then there are the enormous variety of styles - high cut,
low cut, high waisted, hipster, granny pants, briefs, tangas, thongs and
strings.
Think of just some of the variety. Heart-racing tary red panties.
Sophisticated black undies. Delightful virginal white cotton briefs.
Porn-style thongs. Sensible big briefs.
Women should realise that no one design is a guaranteed turn on. Guys have
different tastes and variety is definitely the spice of life. I spent ages
in the 80's trying to persuade my wife to wear a thong. She did so only for
sex and to please me but was out off by their tarty stripper connotation.
Then thongs became fashionable and I've spent ages trying to get her to
occasionally wear a pair of full briefs!!!
Here in the UK and Europe the fashion for the last few years has been for
low-waisted jeans and skirts worn with thongs visible above the waist band!
This has been reallly fantastic. The trend in now changing to full pants and
thong sales are dropping while those of full briefs are on the increase. The
fashion for many young women is now to wear low waist jeans with a broad
band of big panty (cotton granny pants) showing above or figure tight hip
high lace panties so a band of bright lace decorates the top of the jeans.
Mini skirts have also made a big return so there is plenty of opportunity
for a nostalgic look up a short skirt!
Incidentally, the fashion for thongs was prompted by a desire to avoid VPL -
the visible outline of normal panties beneath a tight skirt or trousers.
Believe me, men like VPL! It may not be smart but it is really sexy!!
Panties will always play a part in foreplay as we fondle each other before
undressing and feel a girl's mounting desire through the wetness in her
pants!
Whilst panties (and also bras and suspenders with stockings) are a unirversal
attraction and turn on for all hetro men, the level of fetishism varies. At
the extreme there are levels of fetishism to panties that is bizarre and
unwholesome. Men who like to lick, smell and taste dirty panties. Those who
steal panties from washing lines or the dirt linen baskets of unsuspecting
women! Some men like to wear women's underwear particularly if soiled.
I buy most of my wife's underwear - that way I get to enjoy a fine variety.
On the subject of mens pants, I prefer tight fitting boxer-styles that give
you the old fashioned support of briefs. Currently, a number of stores and
supermarkets are selling close-fitting synthetic fibre pants that have no
seams. THey are delightfully comfortable and warm in the winter and look
good as they hold their shape well and give a nice contour to your ass and
genitals. My wife really approves!
OK! With that said I thought that it would be fun to have a photo shoot to illustrate this idea. Using the power of the Internet I found a female photographer who was interested in doing the project...at $100 an hour. After several months of internal deliberation my practical side won out and declined at that time to pursue this endeavor. But still searching the Internet for some alternative I found two photographers who worked together, a male and a female, and they agreed to do the shoot...for free. It was on a TFCD basic (time for CD). This idea thrilled me for several reasons. I'd get digital photos to use with my writings, the shoot will take as long as I like, the thought of dressing up in high heels and stockings for total strangers thrilled me, and best of all this was totally free.
I admit that on the day of the shoot I was a bit nervous. This sounded too good to be true and you know what they say..."If it sounds too good to be true it probably is." In the back of my head I was wondering if my stuff would end up on a porn site but when I met the photographers all my worries went away. They were both friendly and personable. They helped me in with all my "girlie things" and we talked a bit. I said that this wasn't a "drag" type of shoot but I did want to portray the male in a more feminine way.
The first set had me wearing a white blouse, a pull-on skirt and gartered stockings with black high heel mules. Just traditional studio shots except I was a guy wearing female clothing. The next set was a little more risqué. I wore a tight tee, an ultra mini skirt, and open-toed slides with bright red painted toenails. I was starting to get a bit excited as the two photographers were shooting me from all angles. I began to reach under my skirt and lifted it up to reveal my sheer pink panties. The photographers kept shooting and they seemed to like it. By this time I had the front of my skirt totally hiked up with my hand down the front of my panties but never exposed my cock.
The photographers had an extensive wardrobe so I selected one outfit for my next set. It was a red spaghetti strapped top with a black pleated mini-skirt. For accessories I wore neutral shaded thigh high stockings with black stiletto heeled strappy after five sandals. They took several photos of me posing while standing then I went to the bed they use for their shoots and lied down on it. I was feeling more relaxed and just posed in whichever way came natural. I posed on my side, on my back, and some with my legs bent showing more leg.
After those shots I removed my skirt fully exposing my cock. I had taken my panties off earlier. I played with myself as the photographers kept shooting. Being that I was still a bit nervous I never got a full hard-on but it did snake a little. The male photographer at this time was taking the full body shots while the female photographer was getting extreme close-ups of my dick.
In the last set I was wearing just a long white sheer nightgown. All shyness erased, I think that my cock was in just about all the other photos.
By this time I was walking around nude or near nude until I got dressed to go home. While the male photographer was burning the cd for me, the female photographer and I sat at the dining room table chatting. I had mentioned before the shoot that I was interested in having a female model work with me if that was possible. She brought this up and said that if I was interested in working with a female photographer her daughter, who was in her 30's, may be interested. She showed me some pictures they took of her and she was totally hot. She wasn't nude but was wearing lingerie. I couldn't wait for the next shoot so we planned to do it.
The cd contained over 500 shots and I was excited with the results but not quite as excited as the thought of doing a similar shoot with a female model. All that I can say for now is that the second shoot did take place but instead of working with one female model I got to work with two. I'll have to write about that later. All that I can say for now is that the second shoot was way better than the first.
At this point, I decided I would have to purchase woman's panty's, if I wanted a new supply. My wife went with me to the Lingerie Department and helped me purchase them.
I must say, I like woman's panties much better than men's, it is also a bigger turn on for me. She has even purchased Panties for me herself, when she sees them on sale.
I am very surprised to see so many cotton panties for woman now.
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