Not a whole lot has been happening lately. I visited my parents over the Easter weekend. One thing that really peeved me on the drive out was the horrible selection of radio stations in Pennsylvania. We drove across the state without much of a tape selection and I forgot to bring the CD player, so it was the radio for us. Most of the stations were country, classic rock, or that new BenFM format. The thing I dislike about the BenFM stations is that we heard the exact same songs as we passed from one station's signal to another. Argh! Anyway, it was a lot of fun seeing the entire family as well as many cousins that I haven't seen in awhile. The weather was great and the food good and plentiful.
I haven't had much of a chance to crossdress in a while. There was one Saturday a few weeks ago that I did find a couple of hours to get dressed and do some things around the house. It certainly was not enough time. I sorted through my girl-clothes to pick something nice, and really felt the need to buy some new things. Since I was alone I just put on panties, stockings, garterbelt, camisole, and heels. I felt very comfortable with warm feelings all over. What I really wanted to do was dress up more and go shopping.
I haven't had to travel for business in about 6 months, so I haven't had an opportunity to get dressed and shop. My energy is all pent up and needs a release. The next trip I take I'll probably go on a huge shopping spree. I can imagine it now: I get to the hotel, take a nice hot bath, put on stockings or pantyhose, panties, bra, blouse, and heels. I drive out to the nearest mall and head to The Limited or Express and buy a new pair of jeans and a blouse. Then head over to Victoria's Secret for some new panties and one of those new IPEX bras that they have out now. Can't forget about shoes! Maybe a nice pair of Nine West's if they have them in my size, or Aldo's. Its always a lot more fun shopping in new places. We received the latest Land's End women's clothing catalog the other day which reinforced my longing for a new outfit. Land's End has some nice thing, especially their blouses, but their pants just aren't for me.
One thing I have been doing a lot lately is running. I've run more this month than in each of the previous months. I'm training for the Broad Street run on May 7th, a 10-mile race down Broad Street in Philadelphia. I've run it several times before. After each time I've always thought that if I trained more that I would do better. I'm trying, but its difficult. I was aiming to run every second day, but its been more like every 5th day. Not enough. Two weeks to go so I need to run at least 4 to 5 more times.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Easter Eggs!!
It's the time of year that reminds me of Easter Eggs. Not the hard-boiled painted kind, or the chocolate kind. The eggs that I'll tell you about today are the ones found in your computer programs, games, and DVDs. For the uninitiated, Easter Eggs are programs or other 'extras' that programmers add to their programs as a joke or treasure to be found.
Here are some good sites:
The Easter Egg Archive
Egg Heaven
EggsCentral
That's it for this week. I'm heading out to the Mid-West for Easter tomorrow and will return next week.
Here are some good sites:
The Easter Egg Archive
Egg Heaven
EggsCentral
That's it for this week. I'm heading out to the Mid-West for Easter tomorrow and will return next week.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Gadzooks!!!
"Gadzooks!!" is a word I've been hearing a lot of lately, espcially on the radio. Anyone else? I don't recall hearing it in a very long time. Wouldn't it be just neat-o if everyone who reads this post uses that word in their next bolg entry? Even better, link it back to here. (Ok, so its a shameless idea to promote traffic.) Anyway, I think its a neat-o word.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Public Service Announcement
As I do blog about crossdressing and I have a stat counter, I know that some that visit my blog are looking for information about crossdressing, not just pictures of crossdressers (none yet) or stories of a sexual nature (there are some here). Some are secretly crossdressing and don't understand their feelings. Some are ashamed, afraid, confused, alone, conflicted, and wondering if they are the only one who thinks/feels/does this thing. Some have been hiding this from their friends, families, spouses, or maybe have gotten caught by them. Some are wondering about their gender identity.
If that is you, then let me be the first to tell you that you are not alone. A few years ago I reached a point in my life where the secret was becoming unbearable. I had to talk to someone. Luckily, my health insurance's mental health plan has been very good. I was able to contact a mental health provider who was very supportive and gave me great peace of mind. Through the sessions I learned a great deal about myself and crossdressing. I strongly encourage reaching out and getting some help.
One of the things the counselor did was to give me information about a support group for crossdressers, transvestites, and transsexuals - Renaissance. Luckily, they have a very active chapter in the Philadelphia region (and a few others along the East Coast). I went to the meetings for about a year. It was a chance to meet many people like me and many people that were along other parts of the spectrum. The meetings provide education and have discussion groups. It is a place to socialize where everyone is accepting of everyone else, and a safe place to crossdress. They also have guest speakers, vendors, holiday parties, and other social activities. If you live near one of the chapters, I highly recommend that you give it a try. One does not have to attend the meetings crossdressed no more than they are comfortable doing. SO's and spouses are also welcome and do attend. There are usually a handful of newcomers at every meeting.
There are other support groups out there, just do a search on the Internet. Another one is Tri-Ess I've never been to one of their meetings, so I can't vouch for them. A few of the people I met at the Renaissance meetings were also part of Tri-Ess chapters and they were very nice as well. In any case, just be assured that you are not alone. There's more to crossdressing than Klinger from M*A*S*H and Monty Python, and its not really as bizarre as some of the stuff that is out there on the web.
If that is you, then let me be the first to tell you that you are not alone. A few years ago I reached a point in my life where the secret was becoming unbearable. I had to talk to someone. Luckily, my health insurance's mental health plan has been very good. I was able to contact a mental health provider who was very supportive and gave me great peace of mind. Through the sessions I learned a great deal about myself and crossdressing. I strongly encourage reaching out and getting some help.
One of the things the counselor did was to give me information about a support group for crossdressers, transvestites, and transsexuals - Renaissance. Luckily, they have a very active chapter in the Philadelphia region (and a few others along the East Coast). I went to the meetings for about a year. It was a chance to meet many people like me and many people that were along other parts of the spectrum. The meetings provide education and have discussion groups. It is a place to socialize where everyone is accepting of everyone else, and a safe place to crossdress. They also have guest speakers, vendors, holiday parties, and other social activities. If you live near one of the chapters, I highly recommend that you give it a try. One does not have to attend the meetings crossdressed no more than they are comfortable doing. SO's and spouses are also welcome and do attend. There are usually a handful of newcomers at every meeting.
There are other support groups out there, just do a search on the Internet. Another one is Tri-Ess I've never been to one of their meetings, so I can't vouch for them. A few of the people I met at the Renaissance meetings were also part of Tri-Ess chapters and they were very nice as well. In any case, just be assured that you are not alone. There's more to crossdressing than Klinger from M*A*S*H and Monty Python, and its not really as bizarre as some of the stuff that is out there on the web.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Edging
I was surfing through some of the sites listed on the right the other day as I usually do and I came across this blog Rolakiki Binge Masturbator. It is about Rolakiki's masturbation, specifically binge and endurance masturbation. He masturbates several times a day, and/or for several hours at a time. No quickies for him. He looks at porn and edges - works himself up just to the brink of an orgasm, stops, then does it again.
I can relate to that. When I was in my 20's and living alone, this was a frequent activity of mine. I lived in a very rural area with not much to do other than working, running, and spending time with friends. I had a lot of time and found that masturbation was a pleasurable way to pass the time when there was nothing more interesting to do, or just not interested in doing something else. I spent many an evening after work naked on the couch looking at porn magazines or videos and edging. The apartment complex I lived in had a pool. In the summer I'd go swimming or just layout and read, and then return later to my apartment to masturbate. Water always seemed to make me horny, and still does.
In my mid-20's was about the time that I really started becoming interested in crossdressing. I had a thing for looking women in hosiery and heels, either in pictures or people watching. The Victoria's Secret catalog was a nice treat to get in the mail. One time I was in the laundry room doing laundry when I noticed a woman folding her laundry. She threw out some pantyhose that didn't make it through the wash in to good of shape, and some panties. After she left, I couldn't resist the temptation to take them out of the trash and back with me. They were just laundered so I figured there's no harm in using them to masturbate with. The feelings later were electric. The thoughts of being naughty were as well. It wasn't soon after that that I started wearing them, then later buying new things. The girls that worked at the apartment complex's office would always ask me who the lucky girl was that I was ordering Victoria's Secret things for when I'd pick up the packages (no one at that time). If I had only discovered crossdressing years earlier when I first moved there... But I digress.
Back to masturbating. When I travel I masturbate a lot. Being alone in a hotel room in a strange city makes masturbation a diversion from loneliness and boredom. Sure, if I have time and energy I'll go out to dinner, look for the city's brewbups, or just drive around to take in the sites. It helps if I'm traveling with some cool people. More than not, I'm either traveling alone or with someone I'd rather not spend free time with. There are times when I just don't feel like going out. Being on a plane and in a rental car all day, a long day at work, or an unproductive day at work puts me in a funk. Being a very, very, very horny person does it to. I'll bring a couple of recent issues of Leg Show, some electronic files, as well as an outfit or two of my crossdressing clothes. I'll take a shower or bath when I get to the room. I love taking hot, soapy baths, and this is about the only opportunity I have to do so. Sometimes I'll plan ahead and get some bath salts or bubblebath and body lotion. The hot water and scents at the same time are relaxing and stimulating. I'll dress in my girl-clothes, order room service for dinner, and get down to the business at hand (or in hand as it is). Yes, I'll cover up when dinner arrives, although more than a few room service waitresses have seen my stockinged legs. After they leave its back to "me time". Like Rolakiki, I've spent hours edging. Its not really the release at the end that I'm after, it is the repetitive arousal and tension build-up. It is almost better than the eventual orgasm. That's an area that women have a clear advantage - multiple orgasms. But with just one orgasm, edging is the way to go.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Not much going on lately in my world of crossdressing. Work has been particularly busy in the last two weeks, and my weekends have been filled with home repairs. This past weekend I replaced the faucets in one bathroom and the laundry room, as well as going up in the attic to repair the vent. Something definitely go it as the vent louvers were bent and the screen on the inside was pushed all the way out. I'm not sure what it was. I've never seen squirrels climb aluminum siding (the only way to get into the vent), and I can't imagine a bird doing that either. What ever it was, it is stuck in a space that I can't get to without cutting open some drywall in the bedroom. I'm sure its dead by now as it has been a couple of weeks. No other signs of life up there thankfully.
I did get a chance to have some alone-time fun between repairs. After a nice hot shower and trimming & shaving the pubic hair, I dressed in a pair of tan stockings, garter belt, heels, camisole, and a string bikini for some relaxing time to myself. The sensation of the nylon against my legs and feet felt welcoming. Slipping my feet into the heels and walking around also felt good. I don't think too many women (other than the readers of this blog) realize, or maybe they take it for granted, how sensual the feeling of nylon covered feet in soft leather is, and the unique sensation of wearing heels on the legs and posture. Or even the click-click sound heels make when walking. I won't go into the details of my "me time" (unless readers need to know the details), however, I'll say that it was very satisfying!
I did get a chance to have some alone-time fun between repairs. After a nice hot shower and trimming & shaving the pubic hair, I dressed in a pair of tan stockings, garter belt, heels, camisole, and a string bikini for some relaxing time to myself. The sensation of the nylon against my legs and feet felt welcoming. Slipping my feet into the heels and walking around also felt good. I don't think too many women (other than the readers of this blog) realize, or maybe they take it for granted, how sensual the feeling of nylon covered feet in soft leather is, and the unique sensation of wearing heels on the legs and posture. Or even the click-click sound heels make when walking. I won't go into the details of my "me time" (unless readers need to know the details), however, I'll say that it was very satisfying!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Home Repairs
I haven't had much time in the last week for new posts. I'm in the middle of fixing a few things around the house. It seems that no matter how simple a repair initially appears, it always takes more time to complete. Those Do-It-Yourself shows make it look easy, and once everything is prepared, it is. Its the preparation that takes the longest time and the most effort.
The first one is adding some insulation to the attic. The access to my attic is a small 14" x 16" hole in the ceiling in a closet. I first needed to get some plywood cut into long planks to lay across the joists so I wouldn't fall through the ceiling. I thought this would be easy as I could have loess do the cutting for me. I bought the sheet of plywood and had them cut it into three 16" wide planks. Once home, I cleaned out the closet, got the ladder, and tried moving the planks into the attic. No dice. They fit into the hole, but roof and the angle I had to maneuver the planks didn't work together. So back to loess to have them cut them skinnier. Luckily, they weren't busy and they did it although they weren't supposed to. That was enough for that Saturday. No time on Sunday to do more.
Monday night I was sleeping in bed and I heard a scratch-scratch sound from the attic. She thought it was a branch scraping on the roof or some squirrels running around on it, so we went back to sleep. This happened again two more nights. The next morning I went out to look at the roof. No branches even close to it. I walked around to the side of the house to look at the attic vent and saw that one of the louvers is bent open. Argh! There must be squirrels in the attic. I wasn't able to fix the vent this past weekend due to other commitments, so it is on the list for this weekend. I just hope the squirrels haven't' trapped themselves somewhere that I can't get to them.
Last night I get home from work and wash my face to find that the bathroom faucet has developed a couple of pin-hole leaks in the spout. After dinner I drove up to loess to buy a new one. I start getting out my tools to replace it and find that I'm out of silicone sealant. Argh! I'll be going back to loess tonight.
On another topic, I've upgraded my eMac to OS 10.4.5 finally after running 10.2.4 for the last three years. It has really made a difference in performance and stability. I highly recommend an Apple if anyone is looking for a new computer.
The first one is adding some insulation to the attic. The access to my attic is a small 14" x 16" hole in the ceiling in a closet. I first needed to get some plywood cut into long planks to lay across the joists so I wouldn't fall through the ceiling. I thought this would be easy as I could have loess do the cutting for me. I bought the sheet of plywood and had them cut it into three 16" wide planks. Once home, I cleaned out the closet, got the ladder, and tried moving the planks into the attic. No dice. They fit into the hole, but roof and the angle I had to maneuver the planks didn't work together. So back to loess to have them cut them skinnier. Luckily, they weren't busy and they did it although they weren't supposed to. That was enough for that Saturday. No time on Sunday to do more.
Monday night I was sleeping in bed and I heard a scratch-scratch sound from the attic. She thought it was a branch scraping on the roof or some squirrels running around on it, so we went back to sleep. This happened again two more nights. The next morning I went out to look at the roof. No branches even close to it. I walked around to the side of the house to look at the attic vent and saw that one of the louvers is bent open. Argh! There must be squirrels in the attic. I wasn't able to fix the vent this past weekend due to other commitments, so it is on the list for this weekend. I just hope the squirrels haven't' trapped themselves somewhere that I can't get to them.
Last night I get home from work and wash my face to find that the bathroom faucet has developed a couple of pin-hole leaks in the spout. After dinner I drove up to loess to buy a new one. I start getting out my tools to replace it and find that I'm out of silicone sealant. Argh! I'll be going back to loess tonight.
On another topic, I've upgraded my eMac to OS 10.4.5 finally after running 10.2.4 for the last three years. It has really made a difference in performance and stability. I highly recommend an Apple if anyone is looking for a new computer.
Monday, March 13, 2006
1000 Hits!
I just noticed that my counter surpassed the 1,000 mark today. Thank You for making this possible!!
Being Submissive
Recently, I answered the question "Why do you blog?" at another blogger's site which got me thinking about my many reasons. Two of them are to talk about crossdressing and to explore my sexual interests (and the combination of the two). This is kind of a mind-trip so skip if not interested in the dark corners inside of my head. Just remember, "if we were not all crazy, we would all go insane".
A topic I recently wrote about was cuckolds. As a refresher per the dictionary, a cuckold is a man who's wife commits adultery. Nowadays from what I've seen, I think it is much more than that. The man knowingly allows his wife to fuck other men although it is not because he permits it (implying that he has the upper hand), it is because she has told him that he will allow it (implying that she has the upper hand). The cuckold will often be a servant to the wife and the other man. Activities could include: preparing her bath; preparing the room in which they will have sex; preparing and serving them a meal or refreshments before, during, and after sex; interact with them while they are having sex in a subservient manner; photographing them; cleaning her and/or him after sex (licking up his semen from her vagina, off of his cock, or other body parts).
Although I couldn't have this type of relationship with her (and she's not at all interested in it either), the scenario fascinates me in several ways. After thinking about it and finding some new blogs about submissive men, it is the submissive role that the cuckold lives that is the real object of my interest, not the adulterous relationship. A submissive man serves her. His purpose is to make her happy, not himself. She has dominance over him. His pleasure is 2nd to hers or not at all. He does all of the chores, obeys her requests, and services her sexually to insure her happiness. She punishes him and teases him to make sure he knows that she is in control. He is usually naked while waiting for her and serving her, although she may have him wear a collar & leash, genital restraint, or women's clothing. And usually this is just in private, not in public. She controls his orgasm and denies it to control and punish him.
By nature I have a submissive personality. I'm not a push-over, but not the A-type Alpha Male type either. Sexually, I've always had an interest in femdom and being of service to women. This is more of an intellectual interest, as I've only had a few real-life experiences with this. I'm one of those guys that's easily intimidated by an attractive woman. Get me near a woman who's oozing sexuality and confidence and I turn to pudding and at the same time I'm magnetically attracted to her. My idea of oozing sexuality has to do with my fetishes - stockings, pantyhose, fine lingerie, high heels, legs, and feet. Sure, an attractive naked woman piques my interest. If she's wearing stockings, a garter belt, and high heels, she has my complete attention. Combine that with a strong personality and I'm jello. I read Leg Show magazine every month. It has both the legs, feet, and hosiery interest and femdom angles to it.
Crossdressing (which is everyday to some degree) brings me pleasure in several ways. First and foremost the tactile sensations - the feel of the fabrics and the way they hold me. I love the feel of hosiery, the all-over encasement, how they feel rubbing against other clothing, how my feet feel in them in shoes. Pantyhose hold things in and support things. I think I look better in pants wearing pantyhose underneath than without them. Panties also feel good as each of the various fabrics and styles feel different than the next. Women's panties are also more colorful than men's. Women's pants are cut differently than men's and usually fit closer. I can get pants that have a lower rise, longer legs, and have some stretch to them. Blouses are probably my only complaint. Women's shoulders are narrower than men's so its tough to find a style I like in a size that fits. I do like the covered buttons, extended cuffs, and fitting that they have. I digress...
"So what does your crossdressing have to do with submissiveness?" you are probably wondering. That's the second part of how crossdressing brings me pleasure. I feel submissive when I buy and wear the clothes. Men shopping in women's stores for women's clothing, even for gifts or if they have to go with their gf/spouse, is stereotypically something that men hate to do and get embarrassed doing it. When a saleswoman sees a man buying women's things, they either typically think or say "Oh that's so nice that you're shopping for her!" in kind of a condescending way, or they act like we're invading their space ("This is 'our' store, not yours. You need help as men don't know what they are doing."). So it comes as kind of a shock to them when I ask to try on women's clothes. That reaction makes me feel submissive to them. Or even if they don't care. No matter how they might react or say, the fact that they are permitting me to do so makes me feel submissive to them. I am gratefull that they allow me to do something that men should not. They could easily say "No."
Wearing women's clothes also makes me feel submissive. Part of it is the sissy-boy idea: men who wear women's clothes are effeminate and less than a real man, less than women. I don't act with a feminine personality or voice, but the idea of being less is a submissive trait. By wearing the clothes and shaving the areas that women shave, I am demonstrating that I'm not the 'macho' man. Sure, women may not always be able to see the women's clothes I'm wearing or notice them if visible, but I know that I am and I will behave submissive to them.
It would be very interesting to actually live out the submissive lifestyle that I mentioned in the third paragraph for a long period of time as I've read about others that do. It will most likely remain a fantasy as I know she would not approve of it and our current living arrangements prohibit us from doing so for an extended amount of time.
A topic I recently wrote about was cuckolds. As a refresher per the dictionary, a cuckold is a man who's wife commits adultery. Nowadays from what I've seen, I think it is much more than that. The man knowingly allows his wife to fuck other men although it is not because he permits it (implying that he has the upper hand), it is because she has told him that he will allow it (implying that she has the upper hand). The cuckold will often be a servant to the wife and the other man. Activities could include: preparing her bath; preparing the room in which they will have sex; preparing and serving them a meal or refreshments before, during, and after sex; interact with them while they are having sex in a subservient manner; photographing them; cleaning her and/or him after sex (licking up his semen from her vagina, off of his cock, or other body parts).
Although I couldn't have this type of relationship with her (and she's not at all interested in it either), the scenario fascinates me in several ways. After thinking about it and finding some new blogs about submissive men, it is the submissive role that the cuckold lives that is the real object of my interest, not the adulterous relationship. A submissive man serves her. His purpose is to make her happy, not himself. She has dominance over him. His pleasure is 2nd to hers or not at all. He does all of the chores, obeys her requests, and services her sexually to insure her happiness. She punishes him and teases him to make sure he knows that she is in control. He is usually naked while waiting for her and serving her, although she may have him wear a collar & leash, genital restraint, or women's clothing. And usually this is just in private, not in public. She controls his orgasm and denies it to control and punish him.
By nature I have a submissive personality. I'm not a push-over, but not the A-type Alpha Male type either. Sexually, I've always had an interest in femdom and being of service to women. This is more of an intellectual interest, as I've only had a few real-life experiences with this. I'm one of those guys that's easily intimidated by an attractive woman. Get me near a woman who's oozing sexuality and confidence and I turn to pudding and at the same time I'm magnetically attracted to her. My idea of oozing sexuality has to do with my fetishes - stockings, pantyhose, fine lingerie, high heels, legs, and feet. Sure, an attractive naked woman piques my interest. If she's wearing stockings, a garter belt, and high heels, she has my complete attention. Combine that with a strong personality and I'm jello. I read Leg Show magazine every month. It has both the legs, feet, and hosiery interest and femdom angles to it.
Crossdressing (which is everyday to some degree) brings me pleasure in several ways. First and foremost the tactile sensations - the feel of the fabrics and the way they hold me. I love the feel of hosiery, the all-over encasement, how they feel rubbing against other clothing, how my feet feel in them in shoes. Pantyhose hold things in and support things. I think I look better in pants wearing pantyhose underneath than without them. Panties also feel good as each of the various fabrics and styles feel different than the next. Women's panties are also more colorful than men's. Women's pants are cut differently than men's and usually fit closer. I can get pants that have a lower rise, longer legs, and have some stretch to them. Blouses are probably my only complaint. Women's shoulders are narrower than men's so its tough to find a style I like in a size that fits. I do like the covered buttons, extended cuffs, and fitting that they have. I digress...
"So what does your crossdressing have to do with submissiveness?" you are probably wondering. That's the second part of how crossdressing brings me pleasure. I feel submissive when I buy and wear the clothes. Men shopping in women's stores for women's clothing, even for gifts or if they have to go with their gf/spouse, is stereotypically something that men hate to do and get embarrassed doing it. When a saleswoman sees a man buying women's things, they either typically think or say "Oh that's so nice that you're shopping for her!" in kind of a condescending way, or they act like we're invading their space ("This is 'our' store, not yours. You need help as men don't know what they are doing."). So it comes as kind of a shock to them when I ask to try on women's clothes. That reaction makes me feel submissive to them. Or even if they don't care. No matter how they might react or say, the fact that they are permitting me to do so makes me feel submissive to them. I am gratefull that they allow me to do something that men should not. They could easily say "No."
Wearing women's clothes also makes me feel submissive. Part of it is the sissy-boy idea: men who wear women's clothes are effeminate and less than a real man, less than women. I don't act with a feminine personality or voice, but the idea of being less is a submissive trait. By wearing the clothes and shaving the areas that women shave, I am demonstrating that I'm not the 'macho' man. Sure, women may not always be able to see the women's clothes I'm wearing or notice them if visible, but I know that I am and I will behave submissive to them.
It would be very interesting to actually live out the submissive lifestyle that I mentioned in the third paragraph for a long period of time as I've read about others that do. It will most likely remain a fantasy as I know she would not approve of it and our current living arrangements prohibit us from doing so for an extended amount of time.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Recent Keyword Analysis
How many of you use a counter in your blogs? I use one out of pure vanity - I just want to see how popular (or unpopular) I am. Previously, I had assumed that more people read my blog than actually posted comments to it (just one or two more). The counter keeps track of unique and returning visitors. It also keeps track of the keywords that people use in search engines that they then click on to visit my site. This is the information that I'm finding more interesting than the actual 'came from' stats. Here's a recent look at the keyword analysis statistics:
38.71% giada delaurentis
16.13% guy sheen
6.45% giada delaurentis photos
3.23% delaurentis giada and dino
3.23% sheen place
3.23% husbands, bras, panty wear
3.23% crossdressing pajamas
3.23% crossdressing first time bras panties
3.23% foot,s kiss
3.23% getting caught crossdressing
3.23% hobby crossdressing pantyhose wearing
3.23% rip her clothes
3.23% crossdresser pajamas
3.23% life of giada delaurentis
3.23% cuckold blog
In summary:
51.7% are looking for some information about Giada Delaurentis. I find this kind of strange in that I had assumed that when people search for information about her, they would naturally go to the same sites I went to, mainly cooking sites. I wonder what the reaction is of the searcher when they reach my site and find that it has more to do about crossdressing? I wonder if she has done a similar search and come here? What woudl she think? (I'm just a fan.)
19.4% are looking for information on crossdressing. That makes sense as this is the main topic of my blog. Although I would have thought this catagory would have more hits.
19.4% are, I'm assuming, looking for this specific site. Perhapse they have read my blog in the past and either forgot to bookmark it or didn't want to.
9.7% are miscelaneous topics that I've referenced in my blog at some point or another.
Is there a specific term you use to visit my site?
"There are lies, damn lies, and statistics!"
38.71% giada delaurentis
16.13% guy sheen
6.45% giada delaurentis photos
3.23% delaurentis giada and dino
3.23% sheen place
3.23% husbands, bras, panty wear
3.23% crossdressing pajamas
3.23% crossdressing first time bras panties
3.23% foot,s kiss
3.23% getting caught crossdressing
3.23% hobby crossdressing pantyhose wearing
3.23% rip her clothes
3.23% crossdresser pajamas
3.23% life of giada delaurentis
3.23% cuckold blog
In summary:
51.7% are looking for some information about Giada Delaurentis. I find this kind of strange in that I had assumed that when people search for information about her, they would naturally go to the same sites I went to, mainly cooking sites. I wonder what the reaction is of the searcher when they reach my site and find that it has more to do about crossdressing? I wonder if she has done a similar search and come here? What woudl she think? (I'm just a fan.)
19.4% are looking for information on crossdressing. That makes sense as this is the main topic of my blog. Although I would have thought this catagory would have more hits.
19.4% are, I'm assuming, looking for this specific site. Perhapse they have read my blog in the past and either forgot to bookmark it or didn't want to.
9.7% are miscelaneous topics that I've referenced in my blog at some point or another.
Is there a specific term you use to visit my site?
"There are lies, damn lies, and statistics!"
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Foot Fetish!
I was reading feetman78's blog entry from yesterday and his link to Jazz's blog entry about footjobs . I left a comment in her post and I thought it would make a decent entry in my blog. I added more here.
Count me among the foot fetishists! I like the look of women's feet, the curves, the toes, the ankles, the soles, the nails, the soft skin. I like to give foot massages. Some women really like a foot massage and find it a turn-on. I like the way women's feet look in heels - pumps, sandals, open-toe, heeled thongs - anything other than mules. A nice pedicure is very attractive, and I especially like the French style or just clear polish. Pretty feet in pretty shoes. Yum! I like to see both bare legs & feet and hosiery. Sheer hose over pretty feet is a temptation, a tease. The best of both worlds. I'm not into the dirty feet or overly-smelly feet aspects.
The next aspect is the subject of the footjob, or footsex as others may say. Basically, it is a handjob given with the feet. Sure, one cannot encircle and grab a penis with one foot the way a hand can. And maybe the very flexible can give a blowjob and footjob simultaneously. There are other positions & styles that the feet can do that hands cannot. Hands are good for a massage that needs dexterous fingers. Feet are good for covering larger areas with more strength as needed.
Our more likely place to have a footjob is when were on the couch. As I'm sitting, she will lay down with her feet in my lap. I'll give her a nice foot and leg massage, and she'll use her feet to rub my cock. If the clothes are on at the start, they soon come off. After a while, I'll usually lay down facing her. This gives her much better access, and I can massage or caress one of her feet or legs while she uses the other on me. She does various things with her feet: one foot under my cock, the other on top of it massaging my cock with the sole; both feet on top massaging my cock with her toes; one foot on my cock, the other foot's toes massaging my balls or the area just under them. She can also use both her feet and hands together for a combined hand/foot job.
In the bedroom, another position is her either lying on her stomach or on all fours: she puts her feet together to create a gap between them that I can insert my cock. She can either move her feet, I can move my hips, or both. If she's on all fours, this is a good transition to doggie-style sex and I can massage her wonderful ass. She can put her feet in the same position if she is on her back and I'm either kneeling in front of her or standing at the edge of the bed. In this position, I can massage her legs & pussy and kiss her feet, and she can put a leg on my shoulder or a foot on my chest. This then can lead to sex in that position.
Shopping for women's shoes and wearing them are other parts of crossdressing that I enjoy. Another way to internalize and 'grab hold of' my fetish for women's feet.
Updated on 3/3 to add: I forgot to mention the added sensations of hosiery. Hosiery-clad feet & legs are wonderful things! I enjoy the silkyness when giving a foot massage, as well as the sensations when they are used on me. Its a lot of fun for us both for her to start out in hosiery and then take them off as things progress!
Hosiery adds to the allure. When I see a woman wearing fine hosiery and heels, I start to wonder many things. Is she wearing stockings, thigh-hi's, or pantyhose? Does she enjoy wearing them? Do they feel good to her? What kind are they? Grocery store brand, better department store brand, fine luxury brand? How well do they go with her outfit? What do her feet look like in them? What would her feet feel like if I were massaging them or if she were using them on me? (I think I'm starting to sound a bit obsessive now - I'd better stop!)
Count me among the foot fetishists! I like the look of women's feet, the curves, the toes, the ankles, the soles, the nails, the soft skin. I like to give foot massages. Some women really like a foot massage and find it a turn-on. I like the way women's feet look in heels - pumps, sandals, open-toe, heeled thongs - anything other than mules. A nice pedicure is very attractive, and I especially like the French style or just clear polish. Pretty feet in pretty shoes. Yum! I like to see both bare legs & feet and hosiery. Sheer hose over pretty feet is a temptation, a tease. The best of both worlds. I'm not into the dirty feet or overly-smelly feet aspects.
The next aspect is the subject of the footjob, or footsex as others may say. Basically, it is a handjob given with the feet. Sure, one cannot encircle and grab a penis with one foot the way a hand can. And maybe the very flexible can give a blowjob and footjob simultaneously. There are other positions & styles that the feet can do that hands cannot. Hands are good for a massage that needs dexterous fingers. Feet are good for covering larger areas with more strength as needed.
Our more likely place to have a footjob is when were on the couch. As I'm sitting, she will lay down with her feet in my lap. I'll give her a nice foot and leg massage, and she'll use her feet to rub my cock. If the clothes are on at the start, they soon come off. After a while, I'll usually lay down facing her. This gives her much better access, and I can massage or caress one of her feet or legs while she uses the other on me. She does various things with her feet: one foot under my cock, the other on top of it massaging my cock with the sole; both feet on top massaging my cock with her toes; one foot on my cock, the other foot's toes massaging my balls or the area just under them. She can also use both her feet and hands together for a combined hand/foot job.
In the bedroom, another position is her either lying on her stomach or on all fours: she puts her feet together to create a gap between them that I can insert my cock. She can either move her feet, I can move my hips, or both. If she's on all fours, this is a good transition to doggie-style sex and I can massage her wonderful ass. She can put her feet in the same position if she is on her back and I'm either kneeling in front of her or standing at the edge of the bed. In this position, I can massage her legs & pussy and kiss her feet, and she can put a leg on my shoulder or a foot on my chest. This then can lead to sex in that position.
Shopping for women's shoes and wearing them are other parts of crossdressing that I enjoy. Another way to internalize and 'grab hold of' my fetish for women's feet.
Updated on 3/3 to add: I forgot to mention the added sensations of hosiery. Hosiery-clad feet & legs are wonderful things! I enjoy the silkyness when giving a foot massage, as well as the sensations when they are used on me. Its a lot of fun for us both for her to start out in hosiery and then take them off as things progress!
Hosiery adds to the allure. When I see a woman wearing fine hosiery and heels, I start to wonder many things. Is she wearing stockings, thigh-hi's, or pantyhose? Does she enjoy wearing them? Do they feel good to her? What kind are they? Grocery store brand, better department store brand, fine luxury brand? How well do they go with her outfit? What do her feet look like in them? What would her feet feel like if I were massaging them or if she were using them on me? (I think I'm starting to sound a bit obsessive now - I'd better stop!)
Monday, February 27, 2006
Mistakes
Did you ever do something stupid and you still feel guilty about it? If you are like me, than this has happened more than once. Here's one instance: Back when I was in college, there was one year that I had two roommates and we lived at the top of the building at the end of the hall. One of them was the dumb jock, and the other was a French foreign exchange student. I rarely had the room to myself (and to have "me time", if you know what I mean, wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Either the jock was sitting around watching TV, or Frenchie had his French pals over to drink at all hours of the day or night.
One benefit of living in that room was that we had a great view of campus, and, in the late spring, of the girls that used to lay out to tan in the courtyard or on top of the parking garage across the street. One week, the jock borrowed a telescope from a friend of his and spent a lot of time looking at the girls. This particular day, the jock was gone for the day, and Frenchie was quietly studying, so I was able study in the room as well. Around noon, Frenchie got up and left. I didn't see him leave the room, and I figured he either went to lunch or to class. "Now's my chance to be a perv and look at the girls," I thought. So I locked the door, stripped down, and started looking and stroking. After about 20 minutes, I heard the door handle squeak, and then a knock at the door since it was locked. "Crap! Someone's spotted me!" I thought. I rushed to get dressed and put everything back in place.
Then I heard Frenchie's voice. "Hello! Hello!" he called from outside the door. I figured that if he didn't have his key and didn't hear me, he might think I had left the room while he was out. I stayed quiet a few minutes. He finally stopped knocking and left. I got back to business. About 5 minutes later, he was back knocking on the door, now with one of his pals. Crap, this bugger won’t go away. They went away after a minute. I put everything back into place and went back over to my desk to study. About 5 minutes later I heard keys jingling outside the door and in Frenchie walked wearing nothing but a towel and flip-flops! I then realized that he had gone to take a shower, not taking his keys because I was there. He had to go down to the dorms lobby to get a spare key! He was talking to his friend in French while I just ignored them studying. He then asked where I went and if I heard them knocking. I gave them the reaction like I didn’t know what they were talking about – that I had left and come back and didn’t hear any knockings. He said that his friend waited outside the door while he went for the key. I just feigned ignorance, packed up my books, and left for class.
I was so freaking embarrassed! That was about the lamest, most shallow thing I’d ever done, all just so I could get some cheap thrills and an orgasm (which I never got). I wasn’t sure what to do when I returned from class later that day. I figured we were roommates, not best friends. Maybe he would think I was playing a stupid American practical joke. Anyway, we never did speak about it after that, and we didn’t do much together either. We weren’t cold or unfriendly, just not buds. The last thing I remember about him was the day that he left. Finals were the day before, and I had been out drinking pretty late. I remember him getting up and finishing packing while I was hardly conscious in bed. He said “Good bye!” and then left.
To this day, I still feel like a knucklehead (or chucklehead) about the whole thing. I probably made a very poor impression on him not only about myself, but Americans in general. If that episode hadn’t happened, we might have been better friends. Who knows? We could still be friends to this day and I might have someone to see if I ever go to France, or vice versa (selfish reason). In any case, I was not the person that I should have been. I let myself down. That is the worst part about it.
OK, so now is your turn to tell me that.
One benefit of living in that room was that we had a great view of campus, and, in the late spring, of the girls that used to lay out to tan in the courtyard or on top of the parking garage across the street. One week, the jock borrowed a telescope from a friend of his and spent a lot of time looking at the girls. This particular day, the jock was gone for the day, and Frenchie was quietly studying, so I was able study in the room as well. Around noon, Frenchie got up and left. I didn't see him leave the room, and I figured he either went to lunch or to class. "Now's my chance to be a perv and look at the girls," I thought. So I locked the door, stripped down, and started looking and stroking. After about 20 minutes, I heard the door handle squeak, and then a knock at the door since it was locked. "Crap! Someone's spotted me!" I thought. I rushed to get dressed and put everything back in place.
Then I heard Frenchie's voice. "Hello! Hello!" he called from outside the door. I figured that if he didn't have his key and didn't hear me, he might think I had left the room while he was out. I stayed quiet a few minutes. He finally stopped knocking and left. I got back to business. About 5 minutes later, he was back knocking on the door, now with one of his pals. Crap, this bugger won’t go away. They went away after a minute. I put everything back into place and went back over to my desk to study. About 5 minutes later I heard keys jingling outside the door and in Frenchie walked wearing nothing but a towel and flip-flops! I then realized that he had gone to take a shower, not taking his keys because I was there. He had to go down to the dorms lobby to get a spare key! He was talking to his friend in French while I just ignored them studying. He then asked where I went and if I heard them knocking. I gave them the reaction like I didn’t know what they were talking about – that I had left and come back and didn’t hear any knockings. He said that his friend waited outside the door while he went for the key. I just feigned ignorance, packed up my books, and left for class.
I was so freaking embarrassed! That was about the lamest, most shallow thing I’d ever done, all just so I could get some cheap thrills and an orgasm (which I never got). I wasn’t sure what to do when I returned from class later that day. I figured we were roommates, not best friends. Maybe he would think I was playing a stupid American practical joke. Anyway, we never did speak about it after that, and we didn’t do much together either. We weren’t cold or unfriendly, just not buds. The last thing I remember about him was the day that he left. Finals were the day before, and I had been out drinking pretty late. I remember him getting up and finishing packing while I was hardly conscious in bed. He said “Good bye!” and then left.
To this day, I still feel like a knucklehead (or chucklehead) about the whole thing. I probably made a very poor impression on him not only about myself, but Americans in general. If that episode hadn’t happened, we might have been better friends. Who knows? We could still be friends to this day and I might have someone to see if I ever go to France, or vice versa (selfish reason). In any case, I was not the person that I should have been. I let myself down. That is the worst part about it.
OK, so now is your turn to tell me that.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
My Cold
Just like many of you out there, I've a cold. It started out as a scratchy throat on Sunday. I thought I was getting better, especially after running 5 miles after work last night. Today is a different story. Not much sleep in the last three nights due to my sinuses draining, and that even more so all day today. Argh! Green tea and Kleenex have been my companions today. And my voice sounds like I'm going through puberty again.
Question for the masses: Does having sex or masturbating while you are sick seem to just suck the life out of you? It seems like it has that effect on me.
Question for the masses: Does having sex or masturbating while you are sick seem to just suck the life out of you? It seems like it has that effect on me.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Running!
On Saturday I ran in my first race of the year. It was a 5-mile race and I did pretty well, just over 41 minutes. The temperature was in the mid-30's and I felt good while running. My time was pretty good for me based on past races, but not a personal best. I'm nowhere near fast enough to finish in the Top 3 overall or even in my 35-39 age group. I'm a middle-packer.
After the race I wondered how the results of this race compared to the results of all of the races I've run - 5K's, 10K's, 5-miles, and 10-miles. After compiling all the results, my fastest times are, as expected, in the 5K's, running at an average pace of just under 8 minutes per mile. The 10-miler's are next at around 8-1/4 minutes per mile. Surprising to me is that the 5-miler's are the slowest at about 8-1/2 minutes per mile. I think this may be due to the fact that I've run the 5-milers in the winter when I run mostly on the treadmill. The 10-milers are run in the early spring after training mostly outside.
To improve, I need to run more often at any distance. Currently, I've only had the time to run outside on either Saturday or Sunday on the weekends, and inside on the treadmill mostly just once a week during the week, at distances of 4-6 miles per run. Now that the days are getting longer, I'm going to try to run shorter distances (~3 miles) outside at least two additional days per week. Hopefully, this will improve my endurance in the 10-mile race in the spring.
Is there a tie-in to crossdressing? No, not specifically for me. In the Philly Marathon last year I did see a man run in what looked like a crocheted red dress, red spray-painted running shoes, and a big fuzzy red wig. I do like the running skirts that I've seen a few women wear at races. Very feminine and attractive! I do need to get new running shoes, though, and running in pink shoes just doesn't do it for me.
After the race I wondered how the results of this race compared to the results of all of the races I've run - 5K's, 10K's, 5-miles, and 10-miles. After compiling all the results, my fastest times are, as expected, in the 5K's, running at an average pace of just under 8 minutes per mile. The 10-miler's are next at around 8-1/4 minutes per mile. Surprising to me is that the 5-miler's are the slowest at about 8-1/2 minutes per mile. I think this may be due to the fact that I've run the 5-milers in the winter when I run mostly on the treadmill. The 10-milers are run in the early spring after training mostly outside.
To improve, I need to run more often at any distance. Currently, I've only had the time to run outside on either Saturday or Sunday on the weekends, and inside on the treadmill mostly just once a week during the week, at distances of 4-6 miles per run. Now that the days are getting longer, I'm going to try to run shorter distances (~3 miles) outside at least two additional days per week. Hopefully, this will improve my endurance in the 10-mile race in the spring.
Is there a tie-in to crossdressing? No, not specifically for me. In the Philly Marathon last year I did see a man run in what looked like a crocheted red dress, red spray-painted running shoes, and a big fuzzy red wig. I do like the running skirts that I've seen a few women wear at races. Very feminine and attractive! I do need to get new running shoes, though, and running in pink shoes just doesn't do it for me.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Icon
In my quest to find an icon, I'm going to choose one (for now) that pays homage to the person who inspired my name:
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
"Chocolate"
There, that's one simple word, three syllables. It conjures up warm and comfortable thoughts in my head and body. They say that chocolate is a comfort food for women. What about us guys? (Or maybe its the crossdresser in me that makes it my comfort food?) Anyway, I *love* chocolate. NOT milk chocolate. It has to be dark, bittersweet, velvety, and melt-in-your-mouth. Great chocolate is almost as great as great sex. Sex and chocolate - now there's a combination. I wonder if anyone makes a good dark chocolate body paint....
[Ok, now I'm imagining that episode of Seinfeld when George is combining pastrami and sex. He's in bed with a woman in the middle of things when he pokes his head out of the covers to reach for the pastrami sandwich and takes a bite. Argh! That just ruined my vision.]
Chocolate and beer - another great combination. Not just any beer. It has to be a porter, dark and velvety just like the chocolate.
My favorite chocolate is Trader Joe's Pound Plus 70% Dark Chocolate bar. I've tried a lot of different US and European brands and for me, TJ's combines high quality with low price. Lindt, Ghirardelli, Scharffen Berger are exceptional chocolatiers. Hershey's Special Dark will do if there's only that and milk chocolate to choose from. Snow Caps are always a treat when I go to the movies. And espresso beans covered in dark chocolate are a tasty combination.
Enough writting, now to eat some!!
[Ok, now I'm imagining that episode of Seinfeld when George is combining pastrami and sex. He's in bed with a woman in the middle of things when he pokes his head out of the covers to reach for the pastrami sandwich and takes a bite. Argh! That just ruined my vision.]
Chocolate and beer - another great combination. Not just any beer. It has to be a porter, dark and velvety just like the chocolate.
My favorite chocolate is Trader Joe's Pound Plus 70% Dark Chocolate bar. I've tried a lot of different US and European brands and for me, TJ's combines high quality with low price. Lindt, Ghirardelli, Scharffen Berger are exceptional chocolatiers. Hershey's Special Dark will do if there's only that and milk chocolate to choose from. Snow Caps are always a treat when I go to the movies. And espresso beans covered in dark chocolate are a tasty combination.
Enough writting, now to eat some!!
Monday, February 13, 2006
The Weekend in Review
The weekend went pretty well, a compromise between what I wanted and what I thought she would want.
We left a bit late for the city as I was held up from leaving work as early as I planned and had to get gas and cash, and also some flowers for her. She also worked on Friday. We both returned home about the same time and still had to pack our things. We hurried and left, reaching the hotel with about 20 minutes to spare before our 7:45PM dinner reservations. So only a bit of heavy kissing and fondling before walking to the restaurant. Dinner was fun! The food was great as expected and it was fun to have friends along. Thankfully, they needed to get home afterwards. As she and I walked back, she wanted to go somewhere for a drink. I was able to persuade her that we should go to one of the hotel's bars so we wouldn't have to go back out into the cold. It seemed like forever for her to drink one glass of wine while we watched the Olympic's Opening Ceremonies.
We finally ended went back to the room. She changed into very nice satin pajamas. I said that I brought some things for the bath. At first she didn't want to, but after I picked her up and carried her to the bath, she agreed. We took a nice bath together using one of those fizzy bath bombs. Back to the bed and I gave her a nice massage with the cocoa body butter followed by an extremely satisfying fuck for both of us. Morning came with another great fuck before we got out of bed. Side note: I love to have sex first thing in the morning in bed, but nothing is worse than morning breath and having to get out of bed to brush our teeth first. I'd rather stay in bed. Anyway, we showered, got some Starbucks, then headed home for the party. I wanted to stay later, but they moved the party up to 10AM because of the impending snow storm. Argh!
All in all, we had a great weekend. Another side note: I tried Trojan's spiral tipped condoms as they were given a good review. I can't say that I felt anything remarkably different than other condoms I've used, but they did their job.
We left a bit late for the city as I was held up from leaving work as early as I planned and had to get gas and cash, and also some flowers for her. She also worked on Friday. We both returned home about the same time and still had to pack our things. We hurried and left, reaching the hotel with about 20 minutes to spare before our 7:45PM dinner reservations. So only a bit of heavy kissing and fondling before walking to the restaurant. Dinner was fun! The food was great as expected and it was fun to have friends along. Thankfully, they needed to get home afterwards. As she and I walked back, she wanted to go somewhere for a drink. I was able to persuade her that we should go to one of the hotel's bars so we wouldn't have to go back out into the cold. It seemed like forever for her to drink one glass of wine while we watched the Olympic's Opening Ceremonies.
We finally ended went back to the room. She changed into very nice satin pajamas. I said that I brought some things for the bath. At first she didn't want to, but after I picked her up and carried her to the bath, she agreed. We took a nice bath together using one of those fizzy bath bombs. Back to the bed and I gave her a nice massage with the cocoa body butter followed by an extremely satisfying fuck for both of us. Morning came with another great fuck before we got out of bed. Side note: I love to have sex first thing in the morning in bed, but nothing is worse than morning breath and having to get out of bed to brush our teeth first. I'd rather stay in bed. Anyway, we showered, got some Starbucks, then headed home for the party. I wanted to stay later, but they moved the party up to 10AM because of the impending snow storm. Argh!
All in all, we had a great weekend. Another side note: I tried Trojan's spiral tipped condoms as they were given a good review. I can't say that I felt anything remarkably different than other condoms I've used, but they did their job.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
This Weekend
It seems like no matter how much I try to plan "the perfect weekend" for her and I to spend away together, something always gets in the way. Like this weekend. I used my hotel points to get a free night at a great hotel in center city. We made dinner reservations at a restaurant that we both really enjoy. But.... she invited another couple to dinner .... and ... she accepted a party invitation for Saturday at noon.
So, this is what's going to happen: we'll get to the hotel at a decent time and she'll want to immediately go out for a drink. Me, I would rather rip her clothes off and give her a good tumble in the bed. "Later" she'll say. We'll go to a bar for a drink before our reservations. The other couple will meet us for dinner, we'll eat a great meal ... and then she'll say "Let's all go to another place for drinks." And I'll be thinking "I'm a horny as horny can be, why can't they go home? They live an hour away. Go home!" We'll go to another place for drinks. They will finally leave and we'll go back to the hotel probably around midnight. I would like us to take a nice long bath together, followed by me giving her a massage with some cocoa lotion, then a hot, long fuck. She'll probably say she's getting tired and we need to get up in the morning, so it will be the usual fuck without the bath. (Ok, I'm a clean freak. I'm horniest when freshly bathed.)
In the morning, I'd like us to do the same - a hot shower together followed by more naked fun. She will probably want to shower, us go somewhere for breakfast, then check out.
So, this is what's going to happen: we'll get to the hotel at a decent time and she'll want to immediately go out for a drink. Me, I would rather rip her clothes off and give her a good tumble in the bed. "Later" she'll say. We'll go to a bar for a drink before our reservations. The other couple will meet us for dinner, we'll eat a great meal ... and then she'll say "Let's all go to another place for drinks." And I'll be thinking "I'm a horny as horny can be, why can't they go home? They live an hour away. Go home!" We'll go to another place for drinks. They will finally leave and we'll go back to the hotel probably around midnight. I would like us to take a nice long bath together, followed by me giving her a massage with some cocoa lotion, then a hot, long fuck. She'll probably say she's getting tired and we need to get up in the morning, so it will be the usual fuck without the bath. (Ok, I'm a clean freak. I'm horniest when freshly bathed.)
In the morning, I'd like us to do the same - a hot shower together followed by more naked fun. She will probably want to shower, us go somewhere for breakfast, then check out.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Recent Purchases
Friday I had a chance to go shopping for a short time. A local department store is going out of business (it was bought by another) and they are having some really good sales. I looked through the bras and panties to find a nice set or two, but no luck in my size. I just bought a couple of pairs of Hanes Silk Reflections Silky Sheer stockings, one in Jet black another in Travel Buff. I need to go back and stock up on pantyhose and panties. The Hue brand of pantyhose is my favorite for a department store brand. They are well made and feel very sensual. For bras & panties, I like Barely There which are also well made and look great. Jockey's are fine as well. I could also go for a new waist cincher. Victoria's Secret is, well, I could go on and on about how I love their stuff!
Garter belts are few and far between at stores any more. Usually they are the frilly 'eye candy' types that look good with a bra & panty set for the bed room, but are not built to wear all day under clothes comfortably. There are several internet stores that sell better garter belts for everyday wear. I think more women would wear stockings & garters if they sold more of them at department stores. Victoria's Secret could make them sexy and stylish again if they spent some time on them instead of the frilly ones.
Even the selection of stockings is thin at department stores. Hanes has one style and they are the only one's I've found. I haven't been able to find silk, 100% nylon, or rht's in the various heel styles at department stores. VS carried silk stockings a few years ago. I bought a pair on sale and I am so glad I did! If you've never worn real silk stockings, I recommend that you do sometime. The tactile feeling can't be imitated.
Garter belts are few and far between at stores any more. Usually they are the frilly 'eye candy' types that look good with a bra & panty set for the bed room, but are not built to wear all day under clothes comfortably. There are several internet stores that sell better garter belts for everyday wear. I think more women would wear stockings & garters if they sold more of them at department stores. Victoria's Secret could make them sexy and stylish again if they spent some time on them instead of the frilly ones.
Even the selection of stockings is thin at department stores. Hanes has one style and they are the only one's I've found. I haven't been able to find silk, 100% nylon, or rht's in the various heel styles at department stores. VS carried silk stockings a few years ago. I bought a pair on sale and I am so glad I did! If you've never worn real silk stockings, I recommend that you do sometime. The tactile feeling can't be imitated.