Tenga Egg

Hi everyone! I'm on another trip this week and next with Thanksgiving in between.  Today before I drove across the state I stopped at the local adult store for something to keep me busy.  First, a video, BFF's#3. Its a typical lesbian flick.

The other thing I bought was a Tenga Egg. I bought the Wavy style. I'd seen these before and was always tempted to buy one. I figured I'd give it a try once I reached the hotel, but curiosity got my cat and I had to whip them (my cock and the egg) out while I was driving.  I may have mentioned this before - stroking my cock while driving on the highway. No one seems to notice so I just go about my business.  I opened the egg to find a white silicone blob with a hole in one end and a packet of lube. I thought the hole would be smaller and tighter, so at first I was a little disappointed. I worked up a woody and then slipped it on without lube (too messy in the car).  The silicone is very stretchy and pliable, so I was able to pull it down to the base of my shaft. It fit like a second skin, but it wanted to pull back up to the top unless I kept pulling it down. The silicone kept my cock nice and warm and the egg seemed to amplify my touches. I kept the teasing up for tens of miles and held back from cumming while driving. Pictures and test results while using lube to cum later ;)

Post-marathon Post

So its been 3 weeks since the marathon.  I knew there'd be some time needed for recovery, but, man, I just seem to be in some sort of funk.  About a week prior to the marathon I started what I thought was a cold or some other respiratory bug.  I have asthma and I wasn't breathing as well as I had been before the 'cold'. I usually take a puff of albuterol to open up my lungs prior to running.  Since then I've needed a puff about three times a day, running or not.  That 'cold' has been hanging around since then, and now I think its just allergies.  Hopefully the 3" of snow we received over the weekend will put a stop to that.  My right ankle also seems to be acting up a bit. The area at the top of the ankle seemed to stiffen a bit after the race, and continues to stiffen after every time I've run since then.  Any speed that I had prior to the marathon has also seemed to disappear.  Hopefully this is just part of the recovery process and not something more permanent.

Ball Busting - I'm in love with Her!!

Ball busting lessons - dont try this at home

Marathon & Traveling

Last Sunday I completed my first marathon!  It was tough and I really enjoyed it. My time was a few minutes longer than I predicted, so I'm very happy with my performance. I had a respiratory thing so that hindered me a bit.

Last week I was out of town for two nights, and this week it will be three. Lots of time to be naughty!! The only problem is that a co-worker is in the room next door so I can't be too vocal. And he has the rental car, so no trips to the mall or naughty places.

Interesting stat analysis of my site using Statcounter.com:  There was a user from Greensboro, NC, searching my site for the word "lotion".  No complaints about this. In fact I'm kind of flattered that someone is searching my site for something.  Thanks for stopping by!

Maybe Some Activity This Month

I recently moved back to a place I worked about six years ago.  It seems that everything has changed and nothing has changed.  One thing that I do look forward to is some traveling. Over the next two months I'll have several business trips.  I was on one last week. It was just an overnight trip so I didn't have anything fun planned other that surfing the 'net with the web cam on while wearing a bra and panties.  Which I spent way too much time doing.  The lack of sleep hit me the next several nights - not a good thing with a marathon to run this weekend.

Anyway, the upcoming trips will be with a few co-workers so I'm not sure I'll be able to do much more than spend time in my hotel room after work. I'd hate to run into any of them if I were dressed in drag.  Even a walk around the hotel's lobby will be off limits. I'll have to find some time to shop for some new clothes between trips, and all of my excursions will have to be the 'virtual' kind through my laptop's web cam.

During the last week's trip I logged into my Google+ account to see if anyone wanted to join a Hang Out, but there were problems with my connection and it kept dropping out. So then over to Chatropolis.com. Most of the chat rooms were either full or had almost no activity, but I hung around to watch the pictures being posted.  I also went over to At.com. There seems to be a lot of folks there, and there are some that watch my web cam, but no one really wanted to chat much.  I looked through my list of blogs and I should have posted something, maybe next time.  Then I watched some videos at Fantasti.cc.  By the time I went to bed I felt like I had wasted a lot of time for not much excitement.  I really enjoy getting dressed up and going out.

Google+

Is anyone else on Google+?  If so, you can find me here.  I haven't posted too much there yet.  The neat thing about it is that one can video chat with others.

Not much new around here to report on lately.  My lack of posting here and at my Tumblr site has mostly been due to a new job that has greatly decreased my time and ability for posting, as well as training for a marathon in October.  This new job will have some travel in the next few months and I'm hoping I'll be able to put the off hours to good use for the fun activities: shopping, crossdressing, Internet surfing & posting, and generally have a good time wanking my brains out.

First it was Hurricane Irene, now Lee's passing through.  I think I need to buy a boat, or find a Tardis!

Goodbye Irene, I'm happy you've moved on.

I felt the earthquake today.

Shoes

In today's Philly Inquirer this article was on the front page about the woman pictured above's love affair with heels. I had three immediate thoughts:

1) I'd love to see her feet in them, and then out of them.

2) I'd love to play with all of those heels - sniffing them, licking them, putting my cock in them and jerking off in them (then she finds me and orders me to lick the cum out of them!).

3) I wish my feet were a bit smaller and her's a bit larger so I could share wearing them with her.

I mean, if I were married to her, I'd be the happiest man alive. And I'd be sure to take care of her feet to the Nth degree.

I need this.

I haven't totally abandoned my blog. There have been a few changes in the last couple of months in my life. The writing was on the wall and I knew they'd happen eventually. Without getting into the details, let's just say that the stress and lack of opportunity has heightened my interest in crossdressing and all of my kinky interests. I'd love to be able to put life on hold for a week and indulge in a bit of debauchery.

Hmmm, what would I do for that week? I'd love to go to either Las Vegas or Miami, two place where I could do kinky things and not be too out of place. (Any other suggestions?) I'd only take a carry-on with a laptop, a few toiletries and books to get me through the flight. Upon landing I'd go to the nearest mall to buy new clothes - only women's clothes: panties, bras, stockings, garter belts, camisoles, white short-shorts, white pants, khaki shorts, polo shirts, tank tops, a few blouses, tennis shoes, a bikini and a one-piece bathing suit, and a few pair of heels. I'd buy some girly lotions, shampoos, shaving cream and a razor. After checking into the hotel I'd shower and shave off all body hair below my head and apply some of the fragrant body lotion. I'd paint my nails with the clear polish and apply a very light foundation, nothing too noticeable (I hope).

I'd get dressed in an outfit, probably the white short-shorts and a polo, and go out to show off. I'd love to see if anyone notices my smooth legs and outfit. The more that do and show some reaction would add to my excitement. I'd run into a group of maybe three women and a guy that take an interest in me at either a mall or coffee shop. The women would be of the superior, dominant type, and the guy would be on the feminine side of androgynous. They'd realize that humiliation turns me on and do what they can to publicly humiliate me - pointing & giggling at me loud enough for others to hear and take notice, then saying even more-overtly humiliating things. I'd try to leave and they would not let me off so easy. One of them would grab my hand while the others would say things like "Nice panties under those girly shorts!", "I have a pair of pink tennis shoes just like those!", and "That shirt is really to tight to be wearing a padded bra underneath!" As I'd stand there turning three shades of red a noticeable bulge would be forming in my shorts. "Oh, look, she's getting excited!" they'd say.

She'd pull me down to sit with them and they'd talk about me like I wasn't there, like an object for their amusement. "We could have so much fun with her, and she'd make a nice new sissy friend for our other toy" she'd say referring to the guy that was with them. "But is she really a girly-girl or just a wanna-be?" the other asked. "She looks pretty cute in that outfit, and we'd need to see more to be sure." "Well, we know she's wearing bright pink panties under those white short-shorts - what a slut! - and I'm sure that has to be a matching bra." "Let's find out" one of them says as she takes me by the wrist and pulls me out of my chair and out of the store.

And I'd submissively follow. Being around dominant women would be a real treat for me. I'd love to be told what to do and punished if I did things wrong. They'd play into my humiliation fantasies, taking me places to do so. They'd take me shopping, perhaps to a clothing store to try on clothes for them. The clothes would be more feminine than I'm used to and they'd get a kick out of seeing me in inappropriate clothes - things from the juniors section, skirts and dresses, clothes that are too small. The saleswomen would react in different ways, some laughing, some showing disgust, others maybe taking cellphone pictures of me.

Later we'd go back to my hotel room. They'd bring some toys with them. I'd be tied down on one of the beds spread eagle. They'd get the webcam started. The women would have some fun with themselves first. I'd be on the bed only able to watch, and the other sissy would serve them - picking up their discarded clothes, getting them drinks, things like that. She'd also keep me drinking plenty of water. The sights of them having sex would make me very horny, my cock straining in the panties and short-shorts. One of them would see this and laugh, and another would say "Let's have some fun" and take a Magic Wand vibrator and tuck it under my crotch. This would make me even more excited. "There's one rule for you: do not cum until given permission," and then she'd take a leather belt and swat me, leaving a red welt across my thighs. Lesson learned, I thought.

After a while all of that water I was being fed started to produce a very full bladder. I'd ask them to let me go to the bathroom to pee, and they'd just have me drink more water and some coffee. One the computer I could see that others were watching what was happening, more so enjoying the girls than me. As time passed, I'd really be straining not to pee, nor to orgasm. I'd cry out, plea, beg, anything to let them let me pee. Finally, they took pity on me "Okay, go ahead and pee, little girl." At first I thought they'd let me up, but the sissy slave placed a large pad under me. My look of confusion made them laugh. "No, dear, you have to pee where you are." Now I don't know about you, but peeing with an audience and with a vibrator under your balls is a tough thing to do. I tried to relax, but no go. They laughed more. I'd really have to concentrate on relaxing. Finally, the pee came out in a short, small streams, the warmth of the wetting panties and pad feeling good. Pissing came easier now, and it felt so good to as the pressure in my bladder went down. I must have peed for ages.

"Oh, look, our new sissy is all wet with her pee. She looks like she likes it," they'd say. One of them would stand over me and squat down above my cock. I'd strain to get my cock up high enough to touch her pussy. "No, no!" she'd say and slap me firmly across my face. She'd spread her pussy lips open and then let out a stream of pee, covering my cock and belly. "See, she likes to be pissed on," she'd say to the others. Another would say "Let's see how much she likes it," and would squat down over my face. "Drink up and you'll be rewarded. Spill and you'll be punished." Her stream would start slow at first so she could aim properly into my mouth, then she'd relax and let go. I'd try, I'd really try to gulp down as much as I could. The other two women would just laugh at me trying. Her pee would flow over my face when I'd close my mouth to swallow, wetting my hair, face and neck. The harder I'd try, the more I'd fail. Finally, she'd stop and lightly brush her pussy over my forehead to sop up the residual drops.

"Hmm, not a very good job, sissy," she'd say. "How shall we punish her?" the others would say. "Do you need to pee?" they asked the other sissy. It was more of a demand than a request. The other sissy seemed to know what to do. She'd pull her panties down and straddle my face. At first I'd think she'd just pee on my face. But I wouldn't be that lucky. One of the women would slap my balls hard. "Open up!" she'd demand and then put an O-ring gag in my mouth to keep it open. Sissy would put her cock in my mouth and would start to fuck it. I'd really not like this. I'd try to close my mouth every time she'd take her cock out. And then another slap to my balls, and another, and another. Finally I just let her use my mouth. "No cumming!" one of the women would say. Instead, the sissy would just leave her cock in my mouth. I'd be confused, but after a couple of minutes I'd realize why she stopped - she needed to relax in order to pee in my mouth. I'd try to move my mouth away, anything to get her peeing cock out of my mouth. And then I'd feel someone punching my balls, or maybe they were kicking them. Either way I'd let sissy finish as I writhed in pain.

I'd be a soaking wet mess by the end of that, restrained and humiliated. As I'd realize what had happened, my cock would start to stiffen as the pain/pleasure of the session sunk in. "She has potential," they'd say then leave me there as they'd clean themselves up, get dressed, and then leave the room until many hours later.

This looks like fun!

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New Panties!!

May is National Masturbation Month

I might be telling you old news, May is National Masturbation Month as cited here, here, here, and here.

Now that I'm aware of it I have to catch up on not doing the deed for the last 5 days and also today. Looks like I'll have a happy and busy weekend ahead of me ;)

"So how does Sheen do it?" you may be asking. When I have the time for a long session, I like to shower first. This gives me a chance to shave everything smooth and be clean. Scented body lotion all over. I put on some pretty lingerie to wear - garter belt and stockings, a nice bra, panties, and maybe a pair of heels. The tactile and visual sensations that lingerie brings to me really get me horny. Then I head over to the computer with a towel and lotion to surf for pictures, videos, and blogs to read about your sexy exploits for an hour or so. Since masturbation alone is no fun I'll find a cam site. However, I haven't really found one that I love (Please, please let me know if you know of a good one!). Then I'll call the phone sex line that I've been using for many years. I do like the exhibitionist nature of cams and calls. The nature of the calls vary depending on my mood and how pervy my mind is that day. In any case, by the end of the call I'm usually very well worked up and have had an intense orgasm. Back to the shower...

Tell me how you do it. Favorite place, article of clothing, picture, video, method, toy? Better yet, send me a picture and you'll know that you've helped me celebrate!

TMI Thursday

Thanks to Ashly Star for this survey (through Amorous Ebony):

1. In the past 72 hours, have you been under the influence of alcohol? Yes, had a homebrewed beer last night.

2. Have you ever made out with someone in a bathroom? No :(

3. What were you doing at 11 last night? Sleeping

4. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone? Not now, but I have worn borrowed panties and stockings.

5. What are you listening to? Daft Punk.

6. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? I like art museums.

7. How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? None.

8. Has anyone ever called you at midnight on your birthday? No, so call me!

9. Have you ever slept in the same bed as your best friend? Yes!

10. How much cash do you have in your wallet? $94

11.Have you ever used fake tan (out of the bottle) lotion, cream, spray, etc? No.

12. What do you think of girls sixteen and younger going on the pill? She shouldn't be doing something that she'd need to go on the pill.

13. Would you rather be stuck in the pouring rain, or in a snowstorm? Rain. I like running in the rain, and being wet makes me horny.

14. Would you rather your boss or a random neighbor see you naked? Random neighbor.

15. If you were single, would you rather have sex with the 5th person in your cell contacts, or the 5th to last? 5th from the top.

16. Would you rather sleep for 3 days, or stay awake for 3 days? Sleep, I really need some.

17. Would you rather be arrested for a DUI or getting caught having sex in public? Sex in public. It might be illegal, but no one will get hurt by it (or only if I'm lucky ;) )

18. If you had to, would you rather take a bath in a lake or in the ocean? Lake, fresh water is better than salt water.

19. Would you rather be just rich, or rich and famous? Rich. I'd rather not be famous.

20. Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle? Yes, when I was a kid.

21. Are you wearing jeans right now? No, khakis.

22. Where is your significant other right now? At home I think.

23. Did your birthday come yet this year? October, so call me then!

24. Have you ever taken Ambien to fall asleep? No.

25. Do you own a Snuggie? No, but I know someone that does.

26. Do you own a zebra print bag? No, I don't think I'd look good with one.

27. Have you ever dated someone who had more than 5 tattoos? No.

28. Do you know all the first and last names of every person you had sex with? Yes.

29. If you could have any superpower, what would it be? I'd love to be able to change into a woman at will. I mean, as a crossdresser, I'd love to be able to shop and wear women's clothes that really fit properly. But I'd probably use my powers for no good and be a really slutty lesbian.

30. Favorite hangover cure? Drink water before bed and after waking up. Eat.

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Running Update

I ran the St. Luke's half-marathon on Sunday and it was perfect! The cloudless day started in the 50's and warmed into the 60's by the end of the race. I ran my fastest 13.1 miles so far, a bit under 1:44! I've another half in three weeks. Stay tuned...

Spring isn't the only thing springing up...

I know, I haven't posted much lately. Work has been very busy and I've been putting a lot more time into running in the off hours than before. I've signed up for a marathon in the fall as well as three half-marathons in the mean time, so I'm running 5 days a week.

This has meant that I've not had much time to engage in crossdressing activities - shopping, dressing up, going out. It does not mean that the interest and yearning to do so has subsided, not at all! With spring and summer fashions out in stores and women dressing for the warmer weather, I'm just as in to it as ever. JamieLin recently wrote a post about crossdressing and running, something I've dabbled in a bit. During a trip to Miami last year I wore a pair of women's running shorts, a women's tank top, and those socks with the fuzzy ball on the back while running. It was not as big a deal as it might seem as it was already dark out when I ran. I don't think anyone really noticed. Another time I wore a blue running bra under a white shirt, and again, not a big deal as it was at night. I'd love to either run in a running dress or skirt in the daytime. SkirtSports has the best women's athletic wear that I've seen. An outfit from there would be divine! The only problem I can foresee is that I'd be so giddy I'd probably have a boner poking out, lol! It might be more accepted if I wore a big fuzzy pink wig, too. BTW, there's a guy that's been running marathons all over the country for years in a pink ballet tutu, not so much for crossdressing's sake and more for the humor aspect I think.

Hmm, the more I think about it, the more I want to do it. A skirt, a shimmel, and some girly running socks (knee-hi compression socks with stripes! or these. Probably not women's shoes, though, as they'd be murder on my feet, lol! Gotta run....

I feel like such a dork today - I'm wearing black shoes and a brown belt. I can't believe I didn't put the black belt on today. Argh!

Not much new to post today. I was supposed to go another business trip in the next month or so, but it looks like that will be scrapped. Hope everyone is doing well. Here's a favorite picture for your enjoyment.

I'm spending way too much time over at Tumblr.

Tumblr

Do you have a Tumblr.com account? Would you like to view mine?

I started one a while ago and didn't do much with it. Lately, I've spent more time there, mostly reposting things I like and adding some original content when I can. If you have an account there, let me know the address and I'll follow you.

Happy New Year everyone! It's been a busy holiday season and the time always seems to fly by too fast. The East Coast is awaiting another snow event that's to start later today, so folks are lining up at the grocery stores for milk, eggs, and bread - the classic "French Toast" storm supplies. We did get some snow just after Christmas, and then some last week. Hopefully I can get a 5-mile run in before it gets too deep tonight.

Anyway, not much happened over the holidays. I bottled a batch of beer that I brewed in November, and brewed another batch that I'll bottle next week sometime. I did have some time to try out the web cam while surfing to a couple chat sites. I've found that most participants are kids and males, with a good percentage of them just showing/stroking their cocks. Very few women, and most of them look to be under eighteen. I had to scan through many, many, many users to find anyone decent to chat with (i.e., female and not disconnecting from me). Chatting with pairs of women are the most fun. They always want to see some dick, and I'm very much willing to oblige. I don't really care if they don't show anything as I do like the CFNM (clothed female, naked male) thing and humiliation.

I haven't gotten any new lingerie lately, and I'm itching to buy some, as well as some new pants and tops. It looks like I'll have a business trip to Florida sometime in February and I'm already making plans for the evenings: trips to the shoe store to buy a new pair of heels; the video store to rent a couple of porn DVDs to watch; to the outlet mall for a new pair of women's jeans or pants and a new top, some new panties and a new bra, and stockings. And I'll pick up a web cam for my laptop. I figure I'll go to one of the cam sites and dress/undress for whomever will watch. Maybe they'll challenge me to a dare, and I'm sure I'd do it. I'll also go out to a few places dressed - the video store, the coffee shop, the adult book store, maybe a restaurant.

I'll keep you posted on my plans as they develop. Let me know if you'd care to video chat.

Crossdressing for the Environment

Over the weekend I was listening to NPR on the radio. They were broadcasting their 'Best of 2010' programs. One of them was about the Gulf of Mexico oil spill and the clean-up efforts. Researchers found that human hair, animal fur and feathers are all good media for absorbing oil from the sea. They take the hair, fur, or feathers and stuff them into pantyhose or stockings to make absorbent tubes.

They collected hair from barber shops, beauty salons, and pet grooming shops. One problem they had was finding a supply of used hosiery as women in the South just didn't wear hosiery often enough to meet the requirements. One community that stepped forward was the transvestite population in San Francisco.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=126536482

So the next time you have a pair of stockings or pantyhose destined for the trash can, think twice and recycle!

Just a quick thought before I forget it. I was surfing the Internet for porn videos the other day. One variety that I do like to watch is pissing porn, mostly involving women pissing on other women. I'm not sure why this is interesting to me. Maybe its the taboo aspect. Maybe its the humiliation aspect of one person peeing on another, especially if one is pissing into the mouth of another or the other is forced to drink the piss of the first.

One video got me thinking. It started off with a man and two women, clothed, drinking and talking to each other in a living room. One woman and the man get up and go to the bathroom to, well, you guessed it, pee on each other, leaving the other woman alone. That's what got me thinking. The video just showed the other woman sitting with an expression on her face as if she were thinking "What's taking them so long?" My version of the video would have that woman pour out the contents of the other two's glasses, and then she'd piss in them. She'd sit back down when she heard the other two come back into the room. They'd all begin chatting and drinking again. The two would take a few sips and have that "this wasn't what I was drinking before" look on their face. They'd look at each other, realizing what the other woman had done. Then the real fun would begin! She'd be stripped and tied down. They'd have her drink her own pee and give her a good spanking. They'd pee on her, maybe bring in another couple to pee on her. (I need to think more about this....)

Two posts in one day! This one has to do with new interests, or developing current interests. Some of the blogs I follow are about sissys, others about female-led relationships, and some about spanking. I have a growing interest in all three combined. I like some of the aspects of the sissy lifestyle. Per Wikipedia, "In the BDSM practice of forced feminization, the male bottom undergoing cross-dressing may be called a sissy as a form of erotic humiliation, which may elicit guilt or sexual arousal, or possibly both, depending on the individual." I do consider myself a sub, at least in mind if not in practice. I'd love to be forced feminized and humiliated. I like some of the clothes associated with sissys - pinks, ruffles, girly things that teens might wear. I don't like the 'baby' or 'brat' aspects. (Just to clear up any confusion, my main interest and activity is still age-appropriate crossdressing.)

Female-led relationships. Again, I like the male submissive / Female dominant aspects. i like the idea of serving Her. And not just doing the traditional female household activities. The trick, i think, is in the attitude. She leads because She wants to, not because i want her to. i submit because i want to, and She enjoys it.

Spanking is another aspect of Female dominance. Spanking is such a cathartic activity for both parties. The spanker unleashes physical and mental dominance over the spankee. The spankee in turn endures and enjoys the physical and mental domination.

I can imagine a relationship like Maine subs or Ms. Marie's or Her's or Deirdre's.

Post-Trip Post

Over the last weekend I had a road trip to another state to visit family. Not wanting it to be a boring drive across the states I packed a few things to keep me entertained. First, I loaded my iPod with an audio book. I hadn't listened to audio books before, so I picked an old favorite (Dune) that I had read many times. Second, I picked out a nice outfit - women's khakis, a white blouse, white bra, black stockings & garter belt, pink panties, and a pair of black pumps with a square toe and heel. And third, I brought along a DVD and the latest issue of Leg Show. To avoid giving the neighbor's a show, I waited until I got to the first rest stop on the highway to change clothes.

Over the years one thing that crossdressing has shown me is that some folks are completely oblivious to their surroundings. The rest stop I stopped at is a large building that has restrooms, a snack shop, a Starbucks, and a few fast-food restaurants with a large dining area in the middle. There were few people there at that time. After I changed in the men's room at the rest stop I walked around the dining area to see which restaurants had women servers as women are more likely to notice a man wearing women's clothes. Indeed, as I walked past men & women going in and out of the building not one of them noticed. I went up to the Starbucks counter and I think one of the women there might have noticed, but if she did, she didn't really show it. I got my coffee, sat at a table near one of the entrances, and crossed one leg over another to show off the heels. Again, after waiting a while I don't think anyone noticed. As I left the building I made sure to walk in front of a car with two women in it. I pulled back my shoulders to push out the bra under the blouse, and again, I don't think they noticed.

Back in my car and on the road I thought I'd have some fun. I first unbuttoned my blouse to expose the bra. Many cars passed by, or I passed them, and no one really had taken a glance over or at least appeared to notice. Later I pulled the blouse down off my shoulders to down around my waist to really expose the bra, but again, no one really noticed. I did stop at a couple of adult bookstores along the way. Very grubby. I don't think I'll stop at them again. Not much selection in terms of magazines, DVDs, or toys. Most of the buildings' spaces were devoted to video booths in the back. And there were a few men loitering around for the sort of activity that I would not care for. The second store did have a booth with a live dancer for private shows. I figured this might be interesting so I entered the booth, closed the door, and put my 'tip' in the box. The curtain behind the glass opened to reveal a nice looking blonde in her mid-20's. She said for me to make myself comfortable, so I took off my blouse and pants. She loved the lingerie! I did a little spin for her to show off and she complemented me on my outfit. This, of course, made me hard, so I sat on the bench and pulled my cock out of my panties. She did a 15 minute show for me that ended on a happy note.

Near my relatives house I stopped to change back into my guy clothes. Not much to say about the visit other than I did have some me-time at night with the DVD and magazine. They only had dial-up access to the Internet, so I spent no time surfing. All-in-all it was a good trip.

Look for a new post(s) this weekend. I'm going on a road trip to visit relatives in another state and may have some time for some adventures!

I thought I'd have another short business trip in the next couple weeks, but there's been a change of plan. Instead of staying overnight at a hotel, I'll be driving back and forth each day. I was so looking forward to a couple of nights in a hotel. I had planned to buy some new panties for the trip, as well as a web cam for my laptop.

I imagined that after the conference each day that I'd go to my hotel room, shower, then set up the web cam. I'd let folks watch me get dressed in my new panties as well as my other girly clothes. I'd planned to go out shopping for a pair of heels and then to a coffee shop or some other place to wear them and show them off. Then I'd go back to the hotel room to show whoever's on the web cam my purchases and then have some fun. I'd surf for porn or bring some along to allow people to watch me masturbate. Perhaps I'd order room service, set up the cam to view the door, and then answer the door in lingerie when food is delivered. I'd love for others to see that I was only wearing lingerie and the reaction of the waitress.

Oh well, maybe next trip. Hope everyone has a great Halloween!

Video Chat?

I recently bought a new computer with a built-in camera. This is my first time having a cam and I'm wondering if there any good internet sites that are good for camming of the adult nature. I tried c/h/a/t r/o/u/l/e/t/t/e (slashes inserted to throw off the search engines) a couple times and I'm not impressed. Too many guys, too many minors, and the few girls that were there weren't too interested in chatting with men. I'm sure there's got to be a site somewhere that a guy or a crossdresser could go to that would have like-minded folks. Any suggestions?

Cocktoberfest

A big "Thank You!" to Shay over at the S-Spot: http://thesspot.org/2010/10/cocktoberfest-2010-day-6/

Ouch! I didn't realize that I haven't posted since mid-September. What's been going on?

Half-marathon. I ran the half-marathon in Philly back on 9/19. Not my fastest nor my slowest 13.1 miles. I felt good until about mile 12 when my calf muscles started cramping up. That slowed me down a bit until the cramps went away. Can't say that that was the reason for not PR'ing the race as I could have run a few seconds per mile faster in the previous miles. I'll get it right the next time.

Taking inventory. I've been mentally taking inventory of my porn stash. I have a box full of "Leg Show" magazines from about 1999-2008 or 2009. I haven't looked at them in many, many months, and I'm thinking of recycling them. I mean, with the ease of looking at photos and videos on-line, old magazines just aren't doing it for me. The days of no computer or slow connections are long gone, and laying on the couch or bed with a stack of magazines is losing its appeal. Some of them are in perfect condition, others not so perfect (and no, there are no sticky pages). I used to have a habit of rating the pictorials and writing it in the table of contents, so there are some that have these markings.

Then there's my CD clothing. I haven't bought much in the way of shoes, pants, or tops in a good while. Panties and bras, yes. The pants and tops that I do have are starting to look to me to be a bit stale. They still fit and look good, but some of the things are more than a few years old and I'm just getting tired of them. I need new jeans and a few tops to go with them. The black pants - I still love wearing them - they fit like a glove and are so very comfortable. But. Shopping for and wearing a new pair would be such fun.

Does anyone out there have a Wii and an Apple computer running OSX 10.6.4 with an internal Airport card? I'm trying to get my iMac to share its Ethernet connection to the router wirelessly through the Airport. All of the instructions I've read on the 'net have been for earlier versions of OSX and they don't seem to translate to the newer version.

I've had an interest in spanking for a few years now. At first I wanted to be on the receiving end. I imagined a woman catching me in my girl clothes and being angry with me. Older, younger, solo or a group of women, they all have their own titillation to me. She'd pull me down over her lap and start spanking. She'd then pull my pants down, make a big fuss over my now uncovered panties and stockings, and then continue the spanking, berating me the entire time. She'd switch to a paddle to really make me hurt. I'd beg for forgiveness and she'd have none of that. I've never had this done to me.

After watching a lot of spanking videos, I think I'd also like to be the spanker. Not that I want to cause pain to a woman, no Ma'am. The idea of a girl bent over my lap, me pulling up her skirt or pulling down her pants - yum! Her ass so close to me, my hands on her ass - yummy! To see her ass jiggle and hear her yelps after each hand swat - ohhh, so hot! And after a spanking, I 'd certainly want to make her feel better ;) And I'd never use a cane or anything that would leave welts - women's asses are just too beautiful and precious to inflict such injury.

I saw this over at Daily Runway. While the caption under the photo says "The Peekaboo Cardigan will look cute with leggings or a mini.", my mind thinks that just a pair of panties would be perfect, or even better, nothing at all. I mean, it would be a nice surprise to greeted by a woman wearing this sweater. From the front one would think "Oh, nice long sweater. She always says she needs one to keep warm." But then when she turns around I'd see her lower back (sexy) and those buttons that are just begging to be unbuttoned. I imagine sitting in a chair, unbuttoning them, and then seeing the beauty that is her bum. My hands would cup and feel her cheeks, then move around front to her hips to pull her into my face. I'd bury my face between her cheeks, kissing and licking. She could lower herself onto me and me into her without having to take it off. And when we're done, I'd just button it back up and she'd be on her way...

If only these panties weren't $150! And the bra! I suppose I could make my own using a pair of scissors.

Another new post! The inspiration for this one is blog cleaning. I'm going through the list of blogs I follow as well as the links along the side, trying to weed out those that no longer exist, those haven't had a new post in a year, those that no longer interest me, etc. It's an on-going process as I'm always following new blogs every day. I've noticed a few trends among the blogs I read:

Women's Fashion: I do like to see women dress well. It's great to see that many women blog about their personal clothing style as well as others that appreciate women's fashion. The bloggers that I link to have a style that I'd adopt if I crossdressed 24/7, and they're darn cute too!

Feet and legs (women's): One catagory of the things I fetishize and that lead to me crossdressing.

Panties and/or hosiery: The other fetishes that started it all for me. I love to see pictures and read posts about them across the spectrum from fashion to fetish to porn. And I'm always looking for ideas for something new to wear.

Crossdressers: Being a crossdress I do like to see what others are up to. There aren't too many blogs about the day-to-day life of being a CD. Most of the blogs are more about the sexual side of in which I'm also very interested. Although I don't think of myself as a 'passable' crossdresser, I'd love to have the opportunity to have a head-to-toe make-over just to see if there is a possibility. Of course, I'd probably be so sexually excited during the process I'd have to have some relief throughout the day...

Transsexuals: I have mixed thoughts on these blogs and sites. Most sites are not about the day-to-day life of a TV (I'm not sure I've seen any). Conversely, they are mostly pornographic. When I look at the sites, its like looking at a train wreck - you know its going to be gruesome, but you have to look anyway to see how bad it is. So I look at them to see if the models are really passable, or just a train wreck. There are a few TVs that are truly beautiful - very feminine body shape, face, expressions, voice, and they have a nice cock too. Its the others that make me think "Why did I look?!"

Sissies: I'm still figuring this one out. I'm attracted to the submissive traits sissies exhibit. I could not act like some of them do, and I don't particularly care for the style of dressing other than the cute pink frilly panties.

Photos & Videos (porn): Hey, we all need some material to get off on. My tastes tend to be all over the place, and I do enjoy fetishes, domination, and lesbians the most. I mostly like seeing real people having sex without a lot of "story".

Masturbation: I do enjoy reading about what men and women do and think about when they masturbate. It seems like the topic is one of those 'deep, dark secrets' that we all have. A few of the blogs deal with group sessions. I've never done that - it does sound interesting. I don't think I could do it with just one other person - it would have to be a group, hopefully males and females.

Dominant Women & Submissive men: i consider myself submissive and i'm very attracted to dominant Women. i love to read their blogs and see their pictures & videos. When I call my favorite phone sex line (here) i always ask for a girl that is dominant. (Side note: they do all kinds of calls, but the girls that work there are in the 18-22 year old age range. While i do like to talk to a young girl, some times i'd much rather talk to a Woman in their 40's, 50's, or even 60's. There's something very cathartic about phone sex that i love.) i also like reading about submissive men or seeing men submit to Women. How do they show their submission? What are other things that i can i do to show my submission?

I'm going through a bit of a dry spell lately. It seems like all I do is work, run, sleep, or the dumb things that go along with home ownership. Not much time to take care of my other physical needs (specifically many, many, many orgasms) or do much in the way of crossdressing. Sure, I think about both of those things much of the time. I just need to make time to do them. That's the one thing I like about traveling - it gives me the time after work to take care of myself. It doesn't look like I'll do any traveling until November, so I'll be super horned-up by then.

I did have a free hour over the weekend, and I used that time to get off. I took of all of my clothes, washed up a bit, and went looking for some porn. I was in the upstairs bedroom to look through my magazine collection, and I noticed that the college-aged girl and two of her friends that live across the street were home and sun bathing on the roof. That got my attention right away! The tree in my yard and the one it theirs was obscuring my view. I got out a pair of binoculars and watched them. The breeze coming through the window felt great on my body and I was soon at full erection.

I spent some time paging through the magazines and some time looking at them. As usual when I get all horned-up, I was in the talkative mood so I closed the window and called my favorite phone sex line. The girls there are very nice, have great voices, and really do a great job. The thing that annoys me is the amount of time they take between when they answer the phone and when they start the call - too long. I think they do it on purpose to tease me or calm me down. One of my favorites was working and I told her what I was doing. "Bad girl!" she said, knowing that I crossdress. She asked if I'd rather be out on the roof with them in a bikini than in my house with my cock in my hand. "Of course!" I exclaimed. I'd always wanted to wear a bikini in public. She asked why, and I said that there were many reasons. I love looking at women when they have so little on - its so easy to imagine them naked. I'd also love the humiliation of wearing the bikini - the girls would tease and laugh at me about the bottoms barely containing my bulge and that the top fits my chest well. They'd tug at it to see if there were tan lines.

That then led to a conversation about tan lines. I think they are very sexy. Sure, an all-over tan is nice to see, but the tan lines draw one's attention to the right places. I told her that many years ago I did wear a bikini to a tanning salon for just that reason. It was winter time and I went to the salon for something to do on the dark and cold nights. The first time I went I just wore my male swim suit. The girls there were college-aged and they seemed very friendly as they said they didn't get many guys there. Feeling naughty pervy, the next time I wore the bikini under my clothes. In the booth I took off my shoes and pants, and left my shirt unbuttoned. I heard one of the girl's outside and asked if they had a towel as there wasn't one in the booth. She knocked on the door to give me one, and I opened the door fully and she got an 'accidental' peek at the bikini under my open shirt. She took a good look and smiled/giggled when she gave me the towel. As I laid in the tanning bed I could hear her tell the other girls what she saw. Needless to say I was stroking myself to their voices. When I left I did leave my shirt mostly unbuttoned so they all could see the bikini top.

The phone sex girl asked if I went back and I said that I did a few times a month during that winter. Sadly, the placed closed by the next winter. She could tell that relating the story to her really got me excited. She asked if the girls were still on the roof and if I were stroking myself this entire time. Yes to both questions I said. She berated me as I didn't ask permission and for what I did at the salon. She had me spank my ass with a paddle while saying "Forgive me Mistress for my sins!" at each swat. She told me to tell her what I'd do if I were with the girls. I told her I'd like to kiss their feet and cum on their bellies. She laughed and laughed, saying that no sissy boy would be allowed to do such a thing. She had me swat myself more. She said that the girls would laugh at me if they saw me now and call me names (which I wish I could remember all the ones she said). She had me beg them to let me cum while she called me those names and laughed. Only when she thought I really meant it did she tell me to cum, and cum I did!! It was one of those body-shaking orgasms, the ones that leave you light-headed, cum-soaked and exhausted. I thanked her profusely while I laid on the floor spent. It took some time to recover and come out of that happy space of post-orgasm. Still feeling pery, I looked back out the window at the girls, rubbing my cum over my cock and balls to another, lesser orgasm.

A recent post over at JamieLin's blog got me thinking about life in high school and my first years out of college. She was lamenting (correct me if I'm misinterpreting, Jamie) her lonely years after a girlfriend had left her when she only had her hands and borrowed clothes to fulfill her needs. I had a similar problem in high school.

I was very much too timid to ask girls on dates, let alone hope to ever get the chance for any sexual interaction. In high school I was feeling down because most of my friends were dating and masturbating made me feel good. Many a weekend night was spent in my room 'studying' the porn collection I had. Some of it was my older brother's, some was what I bought (still can't believe all the porn I bought while underage!), and some was the Victoria's Secret catalogs that were still being sent to my sisters even though they were in college. This was the early '80's so no Internet or DVDs, and no VCR either.

My parents would occasionally be away for a night or sometimes overnight and that was my time for fun. As soon as they'd leave I'd strip down to nothing, take a shower, and then take out the porn. I'd spend hours looking through all of the magazines, catalogs, and single pages. I'd sort through them and arrange them with a common theme - all breasts, all legs, brunettes, blonds, lesbians, girls looking at the camera, feet, asses, all in similar poses - anything to make it interesting. I jerked off in every room in the house, on the tables, chairs, beds, the garage, the car in the garage, and after dark, on the back patio or in the woods next to our house. I'd occasionally take a pair of my sisters' panties or bikini bottoms and use them or wear them. I really liked how the bikini bottoms felt and fit. Their shoes didn't fit my feet, but my cock fit nicely into their heels. After a while I didn't mind so much not having a girlfriend or going on dates.

In college there just wasn't much opportunity for that kind of fun. Too many roommates in the dorms, too much school work to be done. Summer vacations were iffy as a sibling or two would be living at home.

After college I got a great job in another state and had my own apartment for many years. It was an oasis for masturbation. I'd come home from work, shower, eat some diner, and then have the rest of the night for fun. I always told people to call first before visiting just to make sure I was dressed and the place was clean. Although there were a few times that I was caught off-guard ("Yes, I wear shorts in the winter," or "I was just going to take a shower" were common excuses). I had a VCR and made many trips to the video rental store. I'm pretty sure the clerks there and at the book store knew that I was there for only one thing - porn.

The apartment complex had a pool, and, darn, my apartment didn't face it. However, I would always go out there to tan and swim. There were usually a few women or girls out too. I'd lay there "reading" while ogling them. Then back to the apartment for some fun time!

I was usually naked from the time I got home to the time I left for work the next day. It was around this time that I really started paying more attention to women wearing hosiery - in real life and in pictures. One time I found a pair of pantyhose in the laundry room. They were there when I put my laundry in the washer and after it came out of the dryer. No one was around so I took them. At first it was just nice to rub myself with them. The silky feel of the nylon felt soooo good! After a few times I thought I'd put them on just for kicks. Well, it was like a bolt of lightning hit me! I was so overcome with the electric sensation of the nylon on my feet, legs, and cock that I came without effort. From that moment on I was hooked. I started buying pantyhose from grocery stores, department stores, Victoria's Secret. I bought all the brands and styles that I could find, looking for the 'ultimate' nylon experience.

Now I'd come home from work, shower, eat, then slip into a pair of stockings or pantyhose for my fun time. After a while panties entered the picture. Then bras. Then shoes. My underwear drawer was half men's, half women's. Girlfriend? Who needed a girlfriend? I was having my own kind of fun! Then someone did find out. I usually just left my lingerie and magazines on my bed or dresser when I left for work. No need to clean up as it was just me in the apartment.

I was also ordering from the Victoria's Secret catalog, and the packages would arrive at the apartment complex's office. The women that worked their would always ask about them when I'd pick them up. "For my sister's birthday," or "For a friend," I'd say. Then one day they were all smiles and very talkative when I picked up a package. It wasn't until I arrived back in my apartment that I realized why they didn't ask who it was for, and why they did ask about what I liked in the catalogs.

During the day they had to enter my apartment to check on the air conditioning/heater and they left a note saying they did (apparently they were checking all the systems in everyone's apartments). Well, on the dining room table I had left a couple catalogs, a few magazines, and the previous night's outfit. Ooops! They never let on that they knew, and I never let on that I knew they knew. It was a lot of fun while it lasted.

Last day on the beach. There's some fine five-star bikini ass walking about! If only it were legal to 'take care of oneself' I'd be having one heck of a day...

Rainy day at the shore today, not much to do. Short white shirt-dresses on the waitresses at the pancake house - very see-through - nice panties on all!

Sitting on the beach reading and watching women walk by. Ran a 10 mile race on Sat on the beach - lots of bikinis!

Argh! It's been a very slow posting period for me. I'm still here, but on vacation. I'll try to post by SMS. For some reason I can't post picture messages from my cell phone.

New Blog, but I'm still here

I started a new blog over at Posterious.com. There's only one post there so far that links back to here, and an expanded "About Me" page. I'll still post here - I haven't given this blog up. Why the move? As you may have noticed on my profile page, there was a long list of other blogs that I am/was a Team Member of. It was/is a community of bloggers to mostly share porn. For some reason Blogger took all of the sites down. The organizers moved over to Posterious to continue on, and in order for me to remain part of the community I had to start an account over there.

So this has started me thinking. With two blogs I can make each one about their own subject. Not really sure what those subjects will be. Maybe this one more about cross dressing, fashion, and more 'vanilla' topics, and the other about more pervy subjects and pictures. But then what to do about all of the old posts on either subject? And what to do about the Followers and others like you that visit? Sure, lots of folks have moved from one blog site to another with few hic-ups. I'll have to think about it...

Test Post

Here's another test post.  This one by e-mail.

Just a quick note to let you know that I'm still here! I've been reading & commenting on your blogs, just not having time to post on mine.

And I'm craving panties. I really need to go shopping for some new panties, lots of them. And then I'll need to show them off - that's where the real fun begins ;)

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It has been a very busy past few weeks. I have had almost no "me time" and even less time to do any amount of crossdressing. Not to say that I haven't wanted to. It seems like the longer its been since the last time I've properly dressed the more I want to do so. Every time I see a woman in a nice outfit or see some cute clothes on-line, in print, or in a store, I think about wearing those clothes. Panties - yes, heels - yes, bras - yes, hosiery - yes (even in this heat).

I saw the pictured woman at a recent activity. This is the only place I ever see her, and she's usually wearing heels, not flats. I love her long, slender legs, long hair, and the clothes she wears. Yummy!

About the video I mentioned in the last post - I added the link to the site its from in the comments section. I'll have to sort through the sites to find the specific link to it. None the less, I'm sure you'll have fun looking for it. That Mistress T is something else!

I had an unusual dream last night. From what I can remember I was laying on a bed and a woman was riding my cock anally. We switched places, me on my belly, and she gave it to me with a strap-on. As you can imagine, this resulted in the "nocturnal emission" - another sign that I need some "me time"! lol

I saw a video clip the other day that had me completely mesmerized. It started off showing a woman sitting on the edge of a bed wearing a blouse and skirt. As the camera pulled back, there was a naked may laying on the floor in front of her, his head between her feet, jacking off. How very beautiful! She was in the dominant position, he in the submissive. It was tough to tell, but I bet he was trying to look up her skirt. I would have. As the video went on, she did change positions and giving him peeks at her, all the while he continued to jerk off. Near the end she had him bring his legs up over his shoulders, high and back far enough that his feet rested on the bed on either side of her. His cock was straight above his face, pointing to his open mouth. She held his legs to keep him in position while he jerked. She put her stockinged feet in heels on his face - the points of the heels on his forehead and the toes at his open mouth. He continued to jerk, faster and faster. As he started to shudder at the on-set of orgasm, she moved her feet and made sure he came all over his face, some landing in his mouth.

Wow, she really had him in control. Many men have the urge to taste and swallow their own cum. I've cum close many times, licking the pre-cum from my cock or off of my hands. Like most men, once I've cum, the desire leaves. I've cum in glasses intending to drink it and on food intending to eat it, and even while having phone sex hoping that having the girl in on it would push me over the edge. Not yet. After watching that video clip, that would be a golden opportunity. I mean, it fullfills several fetishes: clothed female, naked male; stockings & heels; tease and denial; Dominant/submissive. She'd be holding me in position, no way to bail out. You might say that eating the "cream pie" would be the same. No, not really. Eating my cum out of her pussy is similar, but not quite as submissive or humiliating. Now excuse me for a bit...

Some may ask why I like to wear panties. This photo sums up many things. Just look at that ass. Its spectacular. I'm drawn to it in many ways. I'd love to touch it, feel it, caress it, lick it, kiss it, rub my face between those cheeks, rub my now erect cock between them. The panties cover and show the shape of her ass. The colors are very feminine. I want her panties. And since I can't get hers specifically, I can buy a pair for myself. When I look at her wearing them, I can imagine how they must feel on her skin, and how they make her feel. I can then wear them and feel those same feelings. This has to be one of the most sensual images I've seen from VS in all the years of looking at the catalogs and website. I see the image and I want to feel like she must feel wearing those panties. The feelings and the physical stimulation are intoxicating. I need those panties!

Sometimes it's tough to find inspiration for a post, and other times a gift just drops into my lap. This is one of the latter (and I do need to finish my fantasy story at some point).

Remember how I said I've been spending a lot of time at Faceb__k? Most of the Friends I have there I've connected to by looking at other friend's Friends. Recently I saw that a friend had friended someone that had a familiar name and I didn't recognize the face - a very attractive girl. So I clicked on her and started reviewing her wall. Attractive indeed! She has all the qualities that I find attractive in a woman (well, maybe a bit too busty). Some of her pictures kind of gave me the idea that maybe she's not as vanilla as she might appear to someone that doesn't know the signs of kink and fetishes - a vinyl nuns outfit labeled as a costume party, the very striking style of her hair and make-up, and other small details.

So then I start looking at her friends. Bingo! I find the connection and reason why she seemed familiar - she's married to someone that I do know. I go to his wall, and there they are together in some pictures. I find some info there that does seem out of place. A quick Google search first leads to a dead end. I scan farther down the search results - hmmm, what's this? A link to a fetish site - click. There's her picture again! She's in "the business", and so is he. I never would have imagined him as being in "the business". The pictures of her are absolutely beautiful - I can see why they're together. And now I'm fantasizing about her.

If they weren't related, I'd love to partake in her services if I ever got the chance. However, she's now the fruit that I can't pick. If they were to find out about me and my dirty little mind, I'd be sunk. The best thing is that they are far away - I'm not likely to run into either of them unless I made a concerted effort. Sure, maybe they'd keep my secret too - kind of 'I don't tell if you don't tell'. But, he's not one of the people I'd want to know. Or even if he were just watching, or just knowing that I'm partaking of her services. (Granted, if he were a complete stranger, that would be a big turn-on!)

Anyway, in one respect, he's the luckiest guy on earth. To have a partner like her and run a business like that is a dream for a lot of people. It will be interesting to see where things go, if they do at all.

A long weekend at last! The lack of posts has been mainly due to the lack of time to either write something interesting, take photos, do some girl-clothes shopping, or much of anything else. Maybe this weekend I'll find the time.

Part three of the story will be coming up some time soon.

Anyway, I had a strange dream last night. The content wasn't what made it strange, it was that I hadn't had one like it before. It started off with me in either a bookstore or coffee house. I was sitting on a wooden bench seat with a low coffee table in front of it and another bench opposite. The bench was made from a dark wood, long enough to lay down on; a tall, flat, and slightly reclined back; and a fairly deep seat, probably three feet deep. and there were pillows at each end. It was like a big church pew. The lighting came from a hanging lamp with a translucent cylindrical lampshade casting a yellowish light on the table and benches. There were many of these seat arrangements along the walls.

I sat down on one of the benches and began reading from a thick, softcover, glossy-paged book of comics. It was some type of anthology. A few minutes later a girl that I know comes over and asks if she can sit with me to read her book. I said sure and moved down the bench to give her some room. Instead of sitting across or next to me, she laid down and put her legs across my lap. At first I was kind of surprised as I didn't think we were friendly enough that she would cross that boundary of personal space, then I didn't mind it. I mean, she is not unattractive, and we converse rather easily, but we're not the touchy-feely kind of friends. I noticed she didn't have shoes on and was wearing black and white striped toe socks. Kind of strange, I thought, but she has kind of a quirky personality and style of dress.

I kept reading, trying not to let on that I was really enjoying having her legs draped across my lap. If it were any other girl and we were some place private, I thought, I'd have my hands all over her feet and legs, giving her a nice massage and hoping she would return the favor with a foot job. But it was her and we were in a public place. Just keep reading, I thought. I looked over at her face. She looked at me with wide eyes and a kind of a grin that meant that she knew what she was doing and she knew what I wanted to do. Again, being in this public place I tried to be calm and cool, reading but also feeling the warmth of her legs on my growing erection.

I looked down at her feet again and noticed that her toes were exposed, like the ends of the socks were pulled off. Wow! I thought, she had beautiful toes, and all very nicely manicured. Now my mind and thoughts were spinning. Those perfect feet literally right at my fingertips. I so badly wanted to touch them, feel each toe and sole, perhaps steel a kiss or tiny nibble. But I couldn't. What if that wasn't what she was thinking? What if I was misunderstanding the situation? Maybe she just felt comfortable with me, nothing else?

When I looked back down to read my book, she had raised one leg to put the side of her foot just at the big toe right under my nose, as if presenting it to me to have my way with. I was giddy with excitement. And, as usual, that's when the alarm clock went off....

I don't usually post pictures of myself, but I feel adventurous tonight.

New cami, bra, and panty from the Jockey outlet store in Branson, MO. It was a lot of fun buying them. I think the lady was suprised at my selections.

After that purchase I went to a couple shoe stores and had no luck finding anything in my size. Then I went to Aeropostale and had better luck. There were two girls working there so I decided to try on some girl jeans. Picked a pair of boot cut and a pair of super skinny. I think she was a bit suprised that I just walked up to the rack, picked them out, and asked to use a dressing room. I had stockings on under my pants, and I makde sure to stand near the outer wall of the room so she could see my feet if she looked. The super skinny's were just that. I had to peel them on and peel them off. The boot cuts were tight in the thigh and loose below the knee. She came to the door to ask if I wanted to try a different size. I said that they both fit fine. (I then realized that I should have opened the door to ask her how she thought they fit on me. Next time.) I didn't buy either pair, and I just chatted with them before I left. Maybe tomorrow I should go back with the new bra and panties on.

I'm on another trip this week, this time to middle-America, Missouri to be specific. Just sitting back watching some porn right now so I'm kind of busy ;) The bad thing about this trip is that a coworker is in the next room, so no loud fun for me or taking a stroll in my lingerie :( There's even an outlet mall nearby that I won't get to. I did see a gas station called "Kum and Go".

Continued from last time...


i was completely soaked from head to toe. i could smell all kinds of scents that the various piss gave off. Naturally, during the course of drinking many mouth fulls of pee, i had to piss as well, and i just did it laying there. The warmth kind of felt good. i had to do this a few times over the evening. After what seemed like hours of being pissed on, someone finally came to let us up. She untied the women on either side of me and had them get under the shower on the other side of the room. If i tilted my head back i could just barely see them. They stripped each other down and soaped one another, having fun. This must have been their reward for being good piss girls. Was being able to watch them (although not very well) my reward, or was it punishment? i hoped they would have to wash me. No such luck. They were lead out of the room. The same woman came over to me with a garden hose and scrub brush on the end of a pole. She hose me down with cold water and scrubbed me. Talk about shrinkage. She laughed at the site of my cock shriveling up as the cold water splashed on it. i was let up and i dried off.

She took me to the kitchen and tied my ankles to some rings set apart in front of the sink. Another rope was tied around my waist to keep me against the sink. My companions started bringing me dirty dished and glasses from the house. i washed them as ordered. i also noticed that they were dressed in French maid outfits. As they brought in plates, they would whisper to each other and sometimes eat the scraps off of them. i was getting very hungry too, and wish they would share some with me. One of the guests caught them eating and alerted our Mistress. They were taken to another room and i could here them being paddled. A few minutes later they resumed their duties. Then the older one took a half-eaten slice of cake and mushed it around my mouth. Not very effective being that the ball gag was still there. But it was effective at getting me punished for eating. "Bitches!" i thought. Suddenly, someone came up behind me an pushed my head down to the sink and kept it there while another began paddling my ass. It was everything i could muster to keep my face out of the dishwater in the sink. The swats came quickly and without pause or compassion. Then they stopped. i looked around and saw that it was my two companions that did the paddling while our Mistress watched. i got back to work immediately. The two women seemed to enjoy punishing me. Once all the dishes were washed, the women were lead away and i put them away.

i was taken back to the basement by one of our Mistress's guests. i laid down on a narrow bench and my neck was placed in a stockade. They tied my arms and legs out, removed my ball gag, and left there. Finally, some time to rest and sleep. It must have been one or two in the morning. Just as i almost fell asleep, my companions were lead into the room. i couldn't see what was going on in front of me due to the height of the stockade around my neck or behind me as i couldn't bend my head backwards. All i knew was that the women seemed to be having fun with a vibrator. Eventually, they were "put to bed". Their beds were on either side of me and consisted of very well padded benches with sheets and blankets. The odd thing was that there were stockades at the ends of the benches for their feet, and they positioned their feet so they were on either side of my head. They laid down and i think their hands were tied down. If i turned my head to either side a pair of soles were just a few inches from my face. I thought to myself "Is this a reward - two pairs of feet so close to my face? Or is this punishment - two pairs of feet just out of range of my mouth and tongue?" They looked so beautiful. They kept very good care of their feet. i wanted to kiss and lick them. I looked from side to side. Who had the prettier feet? Who's feet would feel better in my mouth? I could smell their scent and my erection grew and grew. One of them noticed and managed to kick the side of my head. i turned to the other pair and she also kicked me. Argh, this is punishment then. i laid there starring at the ceiling the rest of the night until i fell asleep.

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I know, I know, I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy lately. I'm training for a 1/2-marathon on April 24th, trying to organize a few contractors to do some work on my house in May, club meetings in the evening, and so on. I need a vacation, or at least a work trip, to give me time to catch up and have some fun, naughty or otherwise.

I recently read on a forum about extended Mistress/slave experiences - the session lasts anywhere from 24-48 hours or even longer. This sounds very interesting and exciting. i can imagine arriving a the Mistress's home and being shown to my quarters in the basement: a large dog cage lined with blankets. i'd eat and sleep there when allowed. She would start things off by ordering me to quickly strip off all clothing. It would be several hours until She spoke to me again. She pointed to the bench and i knew to bend over it. She cuffed my wrists and ankles with my legs spread wide. She collared, ball-gagged, and hooded me, then paddled me over the next half hour to put me into sub space. She left me there for two hours while the room alternately became very cold and then very hot.

i heard people coming down the steps, but no voices. Other slaves. i heard cuffs being put on someone on one side of the room, another tied on the other side of the room. i heard the smack of a paddle on flesh and the moans of pain or delight. The familiar hum of a vibrator was next for one of them which lead to more moans of delight. But with each of those moans came a swift smack of the paddle. After a half-hour or so, silence for another hour. I then heard voices up stairs and people walking around. It sounded like a few people came down the steps, paused, then went back up.

Someone finally did come all the way down the steps. They uncuffed and opened the hood's eye covering. I saw that the other two were women, one possibly in her early twenties and the other maybe older. The younger one was slim with an athletic build, small breasts and long legs. The other was much more curvy. Not fat, but very generous and proportioned. Both wore similar hoods as me. It wasn't our Mistress that let us loose, but another woman. we were all given some clothes to put on. mine consisted of a bright yellow string bikini swimsuit bottom, a tight yellow tank top, and yellow flip flops. the others were given similar swimsuits in blue and red.

we were lead up the stairs and lead through several rooms of women that were casually talking, drinking and eating. Few took notice of us. we were led to what looked like a lavatory - tiled floors and walls, sinks and mirrors on one side. Another wall had a few shower heads with a raised cub around them. Near the middle of the room was a long tiled bench about two feet high with three holes and toilet seats. Under each hole was a small rectangular stone with a concave top, a kind of pillow. The woman pointed to them and we knew that we were to lay on the ground with our heads on the pillows. One by one, She took off our hoods, gave us a pair of goggles to put on, and then she straped our necks to the pillow to secure us in place. i was in the middle and a rope was tied to my wrists and my arms were pulled apart so each hand was on the breast of the woman on either side of me. they were tied similarly but with their hands on my cock. we could only see up through the holes in the bench.

we laid there for some time. i was quite excited to have two hands on my cock, but they seemed more interested in keeping me in pain by slapping my balls. When i stroked their breasts they did it even more. In time we came to some agreement not to fondle eachother. Soon enough two women and a man came in the room and lifted the lids. Luckily, i thought at first, a woman sat above me. She sat so her legs were on either side of my torso. They each pissed on us. She pissed what seemed like gallons on my face. They finished and left. Another group came in and repeated. As the night went on, more and more people pissed on us. we were soaked through and through. Some of them didn't bother with sitting down on the seats - they would just straddle us and piss all over our bodies.

Star Trek Girl

Combining two of my favorite fetishes: Star Trek Girl

I love her!!

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100K!!!! I think it hit the mark last night as the StatCounter site said 50 hits today at the 100,049 mark. Thank you to everyone that's visited!!

TMI Tuesday My pick of the questions from #229 & 330

1. With warm weather on the horizon, what outdoor activity are you most looking forward to? Running and not freezing my ass off. It's a lot more fun to run in the warmer weather, especially since the ladies will be wearing less when the run too.

5. If you could change the tune of the ice cream truck to any song, which would you change it to and why? "Ice cream man" by Van Halen. Rock on!

Bonus (optional): What's your craziest Spring Break memory? Explain. The one time I went on Spring Break in college we went to Florida. Not the wild and crazy Daytona Beach, but the old-folks resort of Marcos Island. We didn't to anything crazy, except for the one guy that was with us that none of us knew. There was a group of very large girls in our hotel, and much to our surprise, that odd guy was bangin them all week. At least he got some. None for me, and not that I wanted any of that anyway at that time. Looking back, I should have gone for it.

2. What's one sexual guilty pleasure that you wouldn't openly tell your friends about? Why? Watching porn, and the types of porn I like to watch. And the crossdressing. I don't think any of them would suspect all of that. If they did find out, they'd probably say "Oh, you know what they say about those 'quiet ones'?"

4. Roses are red, violets are blue...I love to wear panties, that is very true!

Bonus (optional): How many times have you thought about sex in the last 24 hours? What triggered it? Who did it involve? All the time! Except for that time I was reading the paper (no, that bra ad made me think about sex), or while washing the dishes (no, the warm water made me think about sex in the shower), or folding laundy (nope, folding panties...).

I'm 490 views away from 100,000. Hopefully that means I've provided some insight or entertainment to a few people. Lately it has been hard to come up with new posts - work, hobbies, life in general have filled up my time. And Facebook, too.

I recently 'friended' a girl I knew from college. She was the girl I had a HUGE crush on. We were in the same major and had many of our classes together. She was, and still is, gorgeous. She had/has a certain style - never a lot of makeup, classy and not trendy clothes. And her hair - beautiful long black hair. Her personality just burst out from everywhere. I'd see her and just forget about knowing how to talk. I was way too shy. Throughout college we were more acquaintances than friends for that reason. There was one weekend where we were at a leadership conference and she hung out with me a lot. I was too stunned to really know what to do - I should have talked to her more. Same thing when a group of us went to D.C. for another conference. Oh well. She graduated a year before me and I thought that was that. A friend and I were in an airport and she was there on a connecting flight. I thought I was in heaven. A year after that I saw her again when I was in town at an art gallery. Life took its turns for 20 years. I still have that crush.

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This week's new shoes! The first store I went to didn't have much in my size. The two women there knew I was looking for women's shoes, so that felt good. The next store had these and a pair of oxfords with a 1" heel. You know me, I had to go sexy! Anyway, the mother and daughter in the check out line in front of me saw my shoes, but didn't say anything. The two tattooed chicks behind me didn't either. However, the salesgirl asked if I wanted to look at purses or jewelry. I said no, not today, but I wish they had a bigger selection in my size. She smiled and I said that there were a few pairs in the next size down that were cute, but just too small.