I Wear Lace Panties


I Wear Lace Panties

At least I'd like to. This is a topic that's been haunting me for - oh, must be a whole week now. I want to walk into the locker room at the gym and strip down to my very feminine smalls and just be taken for granted.

Society's not ready for this just yet. I wish it was. I wish I could come out of the closet on this and certain other assorted fetishes and kinks, which I'd dearly like to go the way of the missionary position.

I have tried. Really tried. I was asking for help at work once when a junior co-worker butts in asking 'Is he bothering you?' With a vision of her spanking my silk-clad bum I blurted out 'I so need to be punished!' They all thought I was joking!

When playing one of those 'why can't we get out of each other's way?' games with a lady in a cramped space, I used to say 'wanna dance?' When I decided to be more open about my sexuality, I tried 'wanna wrestle?' instead. The lady, a beautiful south Asian mother of three I'd known for a few years, got the funniest look on her face. A half smile, combined with hunger, lust, and an 'I can't believe my luck!' combined with a hopeful 'can he really mean it?' sort of disbelief. I ran like a bastard.

So on the other hand maybe there's a valid reason for keeping our little secrets, something to do with public decorum, perhaps? Still that's hardly a reason for embarrassment, shame, feelings of being different, i.e a sub-human worm, because nobody else could possibly be as perverted as me. Could they?

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