Image by Perry Gallagher.
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Today’s prompt: Is there one type of clothing in particular that often appears in your masturbation fantasies? A certain kind of shoe? A lacy thong or boy-cut shorts? An oversized T-shirt? A pair of jeans over the perfect ass? Rings? Bracelets? Choker necklaces?
Come out of the closet with your closet confessions!
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My fantasies don’t usually include clothing. Images that turn me on: a slim beauty wearing tight blue jeans, the button open, the zipper veed enough to show the absence of underwear. Or a young woman in nothing but a man’s button-down dress shirt, unbuttoned, of course. In any case, the less and the simpler the better. Leopard skin is almost always a turn-off, as it anything gaudy or hookerish. I don’t care for jewelry or tattoos.
Hookerish is maybe situational. On a good girl being bad, it can be very sexy. Slutty and needy mixes as poorly as slutty and greedy. My fantasies normally incorporate corsets, an occasional collar, and captured angel habillement. I’m going try to experiment with more though, and I appreciate the poking to do so!
Where do I begin? A t-shirt and panties. Sucking and licking her thighs. Waiting in secret and ambushing them. Bending her over anywhere and taking it..S
Soft skin and sensual, wanting eyes looking back at me as my fingers trickle over her body slowly../for starters,LOL/
Fantasy du jour:
She’s changed into one of those sheer bodystockings that has a hole cut out over the ass, revealing a delicious oval windowful of crack and cheeks. She puts a feather in my right hand, mentioning that the oval might lend itself well to a little tickling.
Oh man, oh man.
She directs my other hand to her bodystockinged crotch. She confides, with a wink, that she’s been putting off taking a leak while she waited for me, because it makes her feel sexy. She wonders if having her ass crack tickled a little bit will make her pee a little bit. She says it like a question; but she’s wiggling her butt to show it’s really the feather she wants, not an answer.
Oh man, oh man, oh man.
[Oops. Copyedited version.]
She’s changed into one of those sheer bodystockings with a hole cut out over the ass, a delicious oval windowful of crack and cheeks. She puts a feather in my right hand, mentioning that the oval might lend itself well to a little tickling.
Oh man, oh man.
She directs my other hand to her bodystockinged crotch. She confides, with a wink, that she’s been putting off taking a leak while waiting for me, because it makes her feel sexy. She wonders if having her ass crack tickled a little bit will make her pee a little bit. She says it like a question; but she’s wiggling her butt to show it’s really the feather she wants, not an answer.
Oh man, oh man, oh man.