Fashion Victim

Lately I've been very focused on structuring my life better. I changed the way I spend my time, what I eat and even my goals and beliefs. For example, the last two months I've dedicated every Sunday to writing, cleaning and coming closer to myself. Well, I did do all these things and discovered that being rested and calm also makes me horny. Conclusion, I have had sex every Sunday for the last two months. Jealous?

Actually, it's very convenient for the sake of my blog.

I met last Sunday’s dude on the internet. I got a flirty message from him and checked his profile. Begin thirties, he looked attractive on his pictures, and his message promised an XL dick.

On one hand I had a lot to do, writing “Guest star to third wheel” for example. On the other hand, I was pretty randy. “I guess whoever likes what I write will fully understand that I delay my writing and meet him” I thought.

We chatted a bit until I asked him to come over. I usually prefer staying at my appartment when sex-dating someone. I pay a lot of money in order to live in a place of my own and I want to make proper use of it.

He arrived and rang my bell. I opened the door, we introduced ourselves (always funny when you both know what you’re up to), I let him in and offered him some coffee.

I started talking. I wanted to have an idea of who he was before going to bed with him. What kind of energy he had. I need to feel a connection point to feel truly attracted to someone.

“ So, how did you want to start ?” He interrupted me.
“ Well... I didn't really have any set plans ...” I said, a little overwhelmed.
“ Because I was thinking… we could undress and tease each other in our underwear. No touching allowed until we can stop ourselves any longer”.

And so we did.

I had never played this game before, but I figured it could do no harm. Besides, I am always open to try new things, see if it works for me.

We entered my bedroom and started undressing. He was wearing a white Aussiebum while I was wearing a simple, H&M slip. If I had known how this would develop, I would have chosen something flashier. It's just that, usually, my underwear doesn’t stay on for long.

Once we were in our undies, the atmosphere became a bit awkward. I didn’t know how to play this game yet. I think he didn’t know either. We had to explore the new possibilities. We walked around slowly for a while, looking at each other's image.

Although unusual, I have to say this was a liberation. For men, visual stimulus are a big turn on but, I always felt inhibited to freely look at my counterparty. Worried about what they would think if I stared at their dick. Now that it was the only thing I could do, that was allowed, I freed myself of that. And it felt great.

After a while we lied down on the bed, very close, but without touching of course. I could feel his breath and warmth.

Suddenly he stood up and asked if he could look into my underwear drawer.

It seemed a funny idea to me and I agreed, pointing to my drawer. He opened it and started searching inside. He selected some of them and put them aside. I watched, amused, curious to where this would lead to. When he had chosen enough he turned around, and said:

“ Would you mind wearing these for me ? ”
“You made the boxers I'm wearing feel very rejected right now. ” I said as I stood up and grabbed the slips he was handing me.

I put them on. He then made me walk around in them and watched. It once again felt weird, but seeing how his Aussiebums were reacting (and being allowed, even simulated, to freely look at it) was definitely worth it.

Specially because, about the third time I hit the runway, they started getting wet.

Yes, I DID have to walk the ramp a couple of times. After looking at one "outfit", he chose a new piece of underwear and asked me to get changed again. Over and over.

When he finally got fed up of dressing me (note that the fashion show had already taken about an hour) he asked if he could look inside my laundry-basket. “Well” I said to myself “If I came this far, I can go all the way”.

He chose a pair of white and blue striped briefs. Without saying anything he changed his Aussiebums for my used slips. He then turned around and smiled at me triumphantly. I felt that I was supposed to find that specially exciting or something. I didn't really.

At least the perfect moment for me to stop the show and start the action had arrived.

I was very aroused by that time. We had been teasing and watching each other for so long that we were really burning. Unfortunately, for that reason he didn’t last longer than 5 minutes. He soon had to cum and I, horny as I was, had to follow.

“The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. And you have burned so very very brightly.”

For some reason, it happens to me quite a lot lately that men (already in their thirties, and therefore supposed to have enough experienc) cum much before the right moment. It's just frustrating. And it makes me miss my ex-boyfriend with our amazing sex.

Anyways, even though the sex wasn't that great I got something fantastic out of it. I think I freed myself forever of one inhibition. That's always priceless, always worthy.

-o-

Two little updates:

I posted a poll some time ago about what you guys thought about a list on the website containing all my bedpartners. Almost everybody who voted thought it was a good idea, so I’m working on it. It’s just so very hard to bring all of them back now!

The second thing is the Newsletter Subscription button above. Most people say they would like to get notified every time there’s new content on the site. It took me some work, but now you can enter your e-mail address there and will get the Newsletter whenever there’s something new to read. You can trust that I won’t hand your address to any third parties and won’t use it for anything else but the Newsletter.

S.