Posted Fri Jun 09, 2017 09:03 AM
Posted Wed Jun 14, 2017 08:09 PM
I eventually came out to my gf that I liked wearing lingerie and eventually confessed that I was a closet cross dresser. At first she seemed upset and I was like of crap now I just ruined a good thing. I said I was sorry and understood if she thought my fetish was weird bla bla bla. She said you're a real asshole you know that. I was like what? She said I love that you're a crossdresser and love lingerie and all that stuff we have yet one more common interest but what I am a little annoyed with is that we've been together how long and you can't be completely honest with me about everything. I told her now I understood and apologized for keeping it from her. She said fine now spill it I want to know everything, every kink every fantasy no matter what and she went down a list when she asked me if I wanted to try being with a man and sucking his cock I responded yes it's a thought her reply was we'll have to work on that.
So it's a sad statement about our society when we find it hard to be completely honest with our partner out of fear of rejection. If he or she rejects you for your desires then thats not who you're supposed to be with.
I applaud you on your understanding and acceptance and how you've incorporated it into your love life and found the real value in it kudos to you
Posted Wed Jun 14, 2017 08:33 PM
Posted Wed Jun 14, 2017 09:53 PM
Four or five days after that first buttfuck - and we both were clearly aware that there would be many, many more in our future as a couple - I opened my email to find a new message from him:
"I know I told you when you were here, babe, but I wanted to say it again. I loved seeing you in that thong! And it made me wonder... Have you ever thought about wearing panties? Women's panties?"
My heart practically jumped in my chest as I read those words! I already had a modest selection of panties that I wore secretly, and now this new man, this new lover, that I had met only a few weeks before apparently wanted to see me wearing them!
The next time we met, I wore a hot pink all-lace boyshort under my business attire. On this afternoon, I led him by the hand up the stairs to his bedroom. Halfway up, I loosened my belt, unfastened my dress slacks, and let them slip down my thighs, exposing my panty-clad ass. It was right at his eye level, as he was three steps behind me on the stairs.
"Ohh, fuck..." he breathed.
When he got me in bed, he fucked me practically senseless for a good twenty minutes - I wore my panties, and he wore a condom. We weren't tested yet, so we played safe. After he fucked me, he enjoyed lazily thrusting his half-hard and very happy cock back and forth against my panties and lightly furry cleft as he straddled my hips. He took this picture:
Since those early days in our relationship, I've gone much further than just panties. I love wearing my women's lingerie, and he loves seeing me - and fucking me - in my feminine underwear. When I'm with him, I'm almost always in panties, at the least, and usually in much more.
Of course, after he took that photo of me, the delightful inevitability:
Here, he's playfully "fucking" my fishnet-stockinged feet for some fun and arousing foreplay before, only a few moments later, fucking me in the ass.
Posted Wed Jun 14, 2017 10:43 PM
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Posted Thu Jun 15, 2017 09:32 AM
Do I look like a lingerie model? Of course not... I'm neither smooth, nor slim, nor - in appearance or manner, at least - feminine. I'm muscled, furry, solid, masculine, 5-11 and 190 pounds, with measurements of 44A-34-41, But inwardly, I've always felt very feminine, and wearing women's underwear - my bras, panties, thongs, bustiers, garterbelts, cami and panty sets, and thigh-highs - amplifies and ratifies my interior femininity, and outwardly displays how I feel inside. So while I obviously don't LOOK like a lingerie model, I certainly FEEL like one!
I absolutely adore and embrace my role as my handsome, hung, aggressive, 100% masculine, alpha boyfriend's bottom, and he makes me feel spectacular when I'm dressed in my feminine, sexy things! I'm a natural bottom, and I find all my pleasure, comfort, joy, peace, sense-of-place, and fulfillment from having him inside me, thrusting, fucking, filling me, warming me, breeding me. My own orgasm is - in my mind, and in his (he is SUCH a man!) - far less in importance than his. I love being used by him - my mouth and my pussy - for his sexual domination and gratification, being used as a surrogate female. Because that's what we are as gay bottoms, right? We are surrogate females for our men. And yes, I know there's a segment of the gay community that finds the use of "pussy" distasteful, perhaps even offensive. But if a "pussy" is a warm, tight, loving hole for receiving and caressing a man's cock and giving him sexual pleasure, well... No, I don't have a vagina, but I absolutely have a pussy!
When it comes to the OP's point about dressing fully, would I do that? Absolutely! I've thought about doing that for years! I'm far from passable, but I would LOVE to dress for him! And for myself! I would shave my legs if we were going out, but if I were just dressing for him at home, I wouldn't bother. My boyfriend actually adores and is enormously aroused by the contrast, the dichotomy - this muscled, furry, masculine man (me) who has a profoundly feminine sexual nature and psyche, who's body is adorned with overtly feminine, lacy, often sheer, always sexy underwear and lingerie. He loves seeing my sexy bras cradling my hairy chest, and - yes, I'll admit that I have a modest forest of back hair - my bra straps across my furry back. That's a view he has quite often, as I'm bent over before him, his hands are on my hips, and I don't have to tell you where his cock is! One of his very favorite views is that of my furry, obviously masculine loins framed by a cute garterbelt, a lace or satin thong or panty that barely contains my hard cock and full balls, and sexy lace-top thigh-high stockings. He loves that view filling his vision as he pulls my dick out and sucks me until I cum in his mouth!
But if we were to go out, I would shave my legs for that occasion. I'm imagining myself wearing - underwear first - a very sexy black satin and lace bra or bustier and thong set, black sheer net and lace garterskirt, and black fishnet or patterned backseam lace-top thigh-high stockings. I'd top that come-fuck-my-brains-out lingerie look with a black leather miniskirt that is JUST short enough to allow the brief and occasional glimpse of the lace tops and garter straps of my hosiery ensemble, fuck-me red spike heels, and a translucent-to-sheer button-front balloon-sleeve blouse, in the same shade of fuck-me red as my high heels. I think that would get his motor running! If he and I lived together, I would fully dress for him often at home, and I think he would love to take me out on the town once or twice a month, dressed, for dinner, drinks, dancing, then bringing me home and fucking the living daylights out of me for the rest of the night!
Posted Fri Jun 16, 2017 10:30 AM
Posted Fri Jun 16, 2017 09:43 PM
Mmmm, so very nice! The closest I've come to that is wearing a kilt for my boyfriend. We had a Saturday to ourselves, and he came over about mid morning. He fucked me delightfully for more than a half-hour, came in me twice, and after a bit of after-sex cuddling, we showered and got dressed.
I pulled on a Scottish heritage t-shirt, tiny tartan-plaid string bikini panties, boot socks and hiking boots, and my wilderness kilt. My kilt is custom tailored, about four inches shorter than a normal man's kilt, so it comes down to about two inches above my knees. It's the closest I can get to wearing a miniskirt in public without attracting undue attention! We then headed out to an outdoor camping and RV show. Along the drive in my truck, I occasionally pulled up my kilt and flashed my panties at him. His response was to pull his big cock out and stroke himself, and tell me how good it would feel later when he had his dick up my ass again.
Walking around the outdoor show, it turned both of us on immensely, since we both knew what I was wearing under my kilt, and that I already had a generous amount of his sweet semen in my butt!
After taking in the show for a couple of hours, we left and made the 30-minute drive back to my home. Along the way, again, I lifted my kilt and flashed my panties a few times to keep him interested. As if he needed any encouragement! When we got back to my home, I again dropped to my knees and sucked his dick as he undressed. He was good and hard in about a minute, and I got to my feet and kissed him.
"Fantasy time, babe," I told him.
I retrieved the lube and handed it to him. He was nude, but for this - for him and for me - I would remain dressed. I turned around, presenting my backside to him, and leaned forward, bending at the waist and bracing against the footboard of my bed. My feet were spread a bit more than shoulder-width apart.
I was ready. Both he and I had talked about the fantasy of taking me while wearing a kilt for a long time. It was about to happen.
"Fuck me in the ass."
It was about as clear a demand a bottom could ever make of his top. It was a statement of my lust for him, my need to have him inside me, again.
"Oh, baby," he breathed.
His hands were suddenly on me, reaching under my kilt, caressing me, groping me, molesting me. After savoring the moment for a bit, he flipped my kilt up onto my back, and the caressing, groping, and molesting began anew. A hand slipped into my tartan panties and fondled my rapidly-stiffening cock and very full balls (I had saved my orgasm for this fantasy - I didn't cum when he fucked me earlier in the day). I heard the snap of the lube cap and knew what was coming. A moment later, I felt him tug my panties down just enough to give him access to my sweet hole. His cock nuzzled into my crack, and in one swift, powerful thrust, he was balls-deep in me! God, I think the man grew two more inches in length since our sex just this morning!
He fucked me like a madman!
"This is so fucking hot!" he growled, between grunts as he pounded his dick in me. "This is so much hotter than I ever imagined it would be!"
I busily fondled myself through my little panties as my magnificent horse-cocked stud fucked me in the ass. Along the way, somewhere, I erupted with orgasm as his big dick filled me, emptying my balls of their huge load into my panties. But he kept going. My semen soaked my panties and the front on my kilt, but I didn't care. I was in a special ecstasy, and this was a special act for my man.
Finally, he came in me, yanking me back by my kilt belt onto his big dick - fuck, SO deep - as he pumped his third load into me.
He continued to slowly stroke his big cock in my ass, spreading his semen around inside me as he loves to do, until he finally, inevitably, softened and slipped from me. After a kiss, we showered again, and he dressed to leave. I remained nude - I was in my own home, had nowhere I needed to be, and no need to get dressed. We embraced and kissed once more before he left, and he grabbed my bare ass, now with three loads of his semen inside, with both hands, and pulled me hard to him.
"Fuck, I love this ass, babe," he exclaimed, "inside and out!"
I will be wearing my kilt for him often!
This post has been edited by Nicky60: Fri Jun 16, 2017 09:45 PM