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| Fairenough |
Well I have done it, at last, what a relief, why did it take so long to get round to I wonder?
I visited the Skin Two expo thingy. Yes, out from the closet and into the public world of kink. I went with my very good friend Moll, and I was astonished at just how comfortable I felt; surrounded as I was by all manner of experessions of sexuality. There was everything from a man dress in a kilt and vest, to a pretty young girl sporting a leather harness, being led on a lesh around the building on her hands and knees. Poor girl looked utterly exhausted by the time we arrived at the cloakroom to leave.
I realise of course, that for many of you, this is very much run of the mill, and a bit mild; possibly even boardering on the pathetic, dressed I was in nothing more kinky than black shirt and trousers topped off with a beige jacket. But for me, a small step for (a) man, one giant leap for my kinky nature. Was that what he said? I don't know it was a very dodgy line as I recall.
Even when a couple of guys demonstrating a nifty little vibrating crop to Moll, slipped it under my jacket to tease my nipples, I found it, as indeed I think I commented at the time "Not an unpleasant experience" I felt quite easy about the whole situation. How did he know about my hugely erogenous nipples anyway?
Laying in the bath preparing to make my way to the Barbican, I thought how I wanted to "feel" part of the kink fest, even if I had no outwardly visible clothing to offer. So a more covert, but no less erotic thought sprung to mind. I began by shaving my balls, something I have not done since my last serious relationship expired. I have always thought untidy hairy bollocks leave much to be desired.
But then (for me) a wild idea, I donned a pair of the most delicate and pretty ladies panties! Is that wrong? 
Fuck me! Who cares, I felt so utterly liberated striding to the tube station harbouring such a naughty secret, with only a passing thought given to the horror of being discovered, should I end up in a casualty department. Particularly if it were one where I am known.
Molly, my friend, was not party to my naughtyness, while we stood at the bar for an alcoholic loosener; and my comment, as I gazed approvingly at my surroundings "My dear, what ever would my mother say" was only partially appreciated. Until now of course.
Thanks for the Pizza Moll....A lovely evening xXx
Pip pip
Edited Sun 8 Oct 06, 2:32 PM by Fairenough
| 9 Oct 06, 12:14 AM mollysub UK, 9 yrs |
Well! What can I say... To what hitherto unglimpsed depths of pervery have you descended?
What a delightful thought it will be for when i think again about the evening It was fun, thank you for taking me! Moll xxx
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| 11 Oct 06, 8:17 PM Fairenough UK(HA), 9 yrs |
Lord only knows! |
