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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.

In celebration of Jessica's 1 Year Blog Anniversay, she's having a drawing for a $25 Victoria's Secret gift certificate. So stop by her blog and enter!

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.