I love that you hunger for me. I love that you want to worship and please my body. I love that I excite you so much (I especially love it after days/weeks of tease and denial!)  I make you beg to please me… beg to taste me and touch me… and though it is hardly likely that you will be permitted to fuck me, I MAY let you… hmmmm… pleasure me in other ways!

I make you strip for me, completely naked. Then I tell you to lie down on your back… Hmmm… your dick is already SO stiff for me! You cannot stroke yet though. I slowly circle around you as you lie still on the floor with your arms to your sides… Your eyes follow my black stiletto heels up my black stockings… and over the tight, short, form-fitting, black cocktail dress that shows a peak of thigh and garter straps… I wiggle my round, perky rump as I slowly shake free from my red lacy panties and they slide down my thighs, over my calves and I kick them with the toe of my shoe. I move toward your face and stand with one foot on either side of your head and tell you to “start stroking”.  I am facing toward your feet & your cock and then… I slowly begin to lower my perfect little pink pussy towards your lips while I watch you begin to fuck your fist…

I enjoy everything pink. I love girly items that accentuate my womanhood.

I entered a lingerie store and was looking at all the lovely, lacy undergarments and I realized that I cannot imagine life without pretty panties and dainty delicates! I strolled through the racks quite leisurely, gliding the sensitive skin at the back of my wrist over all the sensual  fabrics…

I thought about the sweet sissies that call me, the naughty little girly boys that enjoy dressing sexy nearly as much as myself. I imagined the fabulous femmes being there with me, trying on clothes and giggling at the reflection in the mirror. I imagine the sales lady asking nervously if there is anything she can help us with. How delightful to toy with her a bit… Soliciting her advice on how we should dress you. Sexy? Slutty? Sweet & Innocent? Playful? Asking what colors she would suggest for your particular skin tone. Fun times!

Then my mind began to wander and fantasize a bit.  If I were a man would I still love pinks and dainties as much? I wonder if I would be a crossdresser? Would I be as passionate about the color pink?

I touched the smooth, satin fabric of a particular pretty pair of panties… the inside so smooth and I imagined if I had a cock, not just the strap on  I wear when I feel like doing a little role reversal, but a flesh cock. I imagine the smooth skin of my thick, cut, cock would feel incredible stretching  against the smooth fabric as I rubbed myself from the outside.

My conclusion is this, panties are fucking fabulous – regardless of your gender, preference or level of masculinity!

You should go purchase a pair TODAY!