I don’t know exactly when or how it started.  I remember as a teenager spending a lot of time looking at ladies/girl’s underwear ads and catalogs.  I’d always found female underwear sexy.  Then I started wearing men’s bikini briefs, pretending it was girl’s panties.  Over the years I’d managed to steal, sniff, and try on some sexy panties.  I’ve also rubbed my cock on them and jacked off on them.Last week I was having a p...

I was quietly wandering around my neighbour’s room. Again. And I was wearing Justine’s old PE kits – including her bra and navy blue knickers. Again. “I have to admit, seeing the lump of your raging hard-on does something for me,” Justine said, touching up the last of the make-up she had applied to my face. My lips were now a dramatic scarlet and Justine had gone to great pains to highlight my cheekbones and eyes. “Not as...

You wouldn’t believe what has happened to me! I really thought you were kidding about the panties! Now, while I’m typing this, my cheeks are still burning and my fingers tremble with every letter I enter into the message window. I mean, you told me to be prepared for the shipment. You didn’t tell me what you wrote on the package though. But you know that yourself. * * * * * It was this morning, around nine, on a perfectly...

I tried to look away, I really tried, but my eyes kept sneaking between my best friend’s legs. She had slumped back in the comfy chair, her legs pulled up, her knees slightly splayed, and beneath the hem of the white nightie I could glimpse the neon green yumminess of her thong crying out at me. I took another glance while she told me something about one of our classmates. Yes, it was a unicorn, small and cute and done in...

I was quietly wandering around my neighbour’s room again. Justine’s parents were away from Christmas until well into the New Year. They were rich enough to be able to do things like that. Justine wasn’t away – but she was at work, which gave me time enough to do the things that I loved to do; the things that I needed to do. I had a new sexual habit which meant I needed everybody out of that house. I wanted to indulge myse...

It was a stressful 24 hours. It was what I wanted; of course it was what I wanted. But sometimes you just can't have what you want, or rather who you want. Amber. My schoolgirl fantasy; my knicker-showing tease.A date.It was ridiculous how excited and scared I was at the prospect of going on a 'proper' date with Amber. Excited, scared and stressed. And there was something that came naturally when I was any of those things...

I saw Amber every day at the bus stop that week, but frustratingly, we were never alone. A serious-looking woman spoiled our fun by wandering around the shelter, talking endlessly into her mobile phone while waiting for a car to pick her up. She seemed indifferent to the obvious hatred and frustration rolling off me. Didn’t she know this was my special time with Amber? She could wait for a car anywhere. This bus stop was...

“I’ve got a present for you.” Amber’s eyes were sparkling with mischief. My heart was racing as she stood close enough for me to… “Hold out your hand.” I did as I was told; obeying her command made my cock bulge.Amber’s balled hand opened over mine and something dropped onto my palm. Only as her hand retreated could I see what she’d left behind.They were silk and black with gold-stitched detailing. “I’ve worn them,” she s...

My heart was pounding as I waited at the bus stop on Monday morning. I'd barely slept since I'd spoken to Marie. I replayed her words again and again. The promise I'd made to her. That I would talk to her daughter. My palms were sweaty and my whole body was fidgety. I was barely in control of myself – my body pumped full of excited adrenaline.Of course, it was ridiculous. She was the one who was 16, not me. I should be in...