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The feminine side of the moon

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: hotnipples Posted on: 23 Sep 2004 1 comments
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Since I was very young I've loved bras...to look a them, to take them off and drop them on the floor, and also to wear them. And i love to play with breasts, my girlfriends' and my own....Just before puberty, I had a jackin-buddy, named Bobby. He taught me to masturbate during sleep-overs at his house. We didn't know anything about masturbation, so we tried everything we could think of that would pleasure us. It was one big, fun experiment. One day we were alone in his house and we started going through his mom's drawers. Bobby had been there before, and had told me about putting on one of his mom's bras. The idea excited me. Girls in bras were about the hottest thing to me then (well, now, too). Bobby and I could see his neighbor girl from his bedroom window, and twice we'd caught her in her bra, something that led to orgasms on the spot. So when Bobby led us to his mom's room, I was shaking with anticipation. His mom was a striking, small, black-haired Spanish woman and a fancy dresser. Her lingerie drawer was pretty different than my mom's ordinary white cotton bras. Black lace and silk were like something from the movies, wonderful and exotic. Bobby slipped on a camisole, and gave me panties, panty hose and a bra to put on. It just happened really fast. Suddenly there I was, my clothes on the floor, dressed up in lingerie, and completely turned on. Now, a couple of years before, one Halloween, I asked my mom if I could dress as a girl. To her credit, she said yes, and went to thrift stores to get clothes, and even a wig. When the day came for a the parade at school, she put lipstick and other make-upon me. I didn't see anything strange about it, although when I got to school, I had to hit a couple of guys with my handbag when they jeered me. I felt really good...soft and nice and pretty.Back at Bobby's, I asked him to put lipstick on me, which he did. I felt very pretty and sexy. We went down to our "fort" in the basement to jack-off. We looked at magazines together, and I remember being as aroused as I'd ever felt, in a special sort of way. The girls in the magazines looked incredibly beautiful, their breasts and skin was amazing.The girl sitting next to me in school, Gail, was pretty like my mom. Just a little chubby, nice smile, pretty eyes. She had beautiful handwriting, and I tried to write like her, but couldn't, even though I tried hard. (Now when I sign my name, cashiers and tellers tell me how nice my writing is). She got her first bra that year, and every day I inspected her growing breasts (and blushed, no doubt, just sitting next to her) At the graduation dance we danced really close the entire time, hot and sweaty. I had a hard on, it seemed natural and good. Anyway, Bobby and I never did anything like that again, and I forgot about it, mostly, though the feeling stayed. When I found a bra hanging on a line at our apartment's laundry, about a year later, I stole it and kept it hidden for a long time. I'd slip it on every now and then and have a nice feeling, and masturbate. And, if I had the chance at a friend's house, or later my girlfriends', I'd find a bra and slip it on, if only for a moment, to imagine the girl's breasts and how they felt, and gently rub my own breasts, imagining they were the size and feel of the ones that were held by the bra. The next time I wore panty hose was in front of my teacher, strutting back and forth in Shakesperean dress, while he taught me to walk and and say my lines in a play. My opening monologue was important in setting the mood, and so I got "special attention". Lots of his attention went between my legs. Finally he suggested that I practice walking naked (at home), and even see if I could say my lines with a hard-on, walking back and forth--this was a bawdy comedy, after all. I did, and happily reported my success back to him. Ah, what happened next is for a different story, but let me say that this wearing of pantyhose was very hot--both feminine and very hot male stuff. A couple of years ago when my girlfriend was away for a month, I slipped into her bra and panties one night and this wonderful erotic feeling swept over me. I walked around, watched tv and snacked, then lay on the bed to masturbate. I played with my nipples, and rubbed my thighs and belly like I do my girlfriend. I had fantasies of having a woman's body, and my nipples hardened and stung and felt wonderful. Instead of rubbing my cock, I "fingered" myself between my legs, imagining that I had labia that grew wet and excited. I did this several nights in a row, and when I talked to her on the phone I was so excited I told her everything, and she got turned on, too. I wanted to go outside with a bra on, to walk around feeling that way. The first time I went out I wore my girl's sports bra, under a sweater--I could feel it, but I was safe from being seen. The next time, I wanted a little danger, so I filled out the bra a little with silky cloth, which rubbed my nipples under the tightness of the sports bra. The tight fleshy bra pushed gentle mounds, and made me look like I really had tiny titties; the idea thrilled me. I went out to dinner, then to a sports lounge with a sweatshirt on. Somebody looking very closely could have seen the bra, and everyone else would just see a couple of pleasant mounds. I felt SO erotic.Finally, one night, I took one of her regular bras, and filled her B-cups out and wore it under a sweater. I put on a loose jacket and went to a movie, and once in my seat I took off the jacket. It was dark, and very, very thrilling to be there like this. I got home feeling totally erotic and masturbated three or four times that night. When my girlfriend returned, we spent a few nights getting used to the fetish. It helped that she has four sisters and no brothers, and she got into me as a sister. I wanted to go out with her like that. She found it a turn-on to dress me. We took a shower together, and dressed each other. She picked out some of her clothes for me, and even applied a little lip gloss, which brought back memories.We did this a couple of times, and then I lost interest in wearing her bras; but the feeling remained between us, the feeling of being soft and feminine. I have a couple of special shirts that feel especially good over my nipples, and one very nice heavy white cotton shirt that could almost be mistaken for a blouse. It's a shirt that, well, you could wear a bra under and it wouldn't be noticed. My girlfriend knows that when I wear these I'm feeling a bit girly, and I get special, gentle attention. Sometimes she suggests we go out to dinner, somewhere bright where everyone is on show, and just occasionally, she offers a bra for me to wear. We always have fantastic sex after one of these dinners! My girlfriend would tell you this has made me an even better lover.Sometimes, when I'm in the mood, I like to get naked, lay out and play with my nipples, my breasts, and my belly. Usually they just feel good, but sometimes they're very erotic. I imagine I have a soft, round woman's body. I'll play gently with a firm, puffy erection keeping it wet with pre-cum, while my other hand softly caresses my body. My nipples are tingly and hot, and I like to take a little pre-cum and rub them gently, as I'm doing now. I'll take my time and get fully, fully aroused. Sometimes I cum without even touching my cock. Sometimes I'll spread my legs and rub firmly, softly and slowly below my scrotum, imagining a swollen pussy. Depending on my mood, I'll either grab my cock and stroke or gently lay back, spread my legs and rub firmly, softly and slowly until I cum. I feel the orgasm in my whole body, and arch up off the bed and let my member jerk and cum without touching and without control. Ummmmmmm