Lingerie Sex

I get high on women's lingerie. I prefer it unwashed. Lingerie that I know it has been worn. I've been in and out of bedrooms, too numerous to count, grabbing panties, and bras, hiding them beneath a shirt, or stuffing them in my pockets, or putting them on my body and walking out. A quick visit to a laundry, a peek in the laundry hamper, what a view. Lingerie gets me excited. It erects me.

At home I have a room full of the precious material. Sometimes I empty it out on the floor. take off my clothes, and roll around in this lingerie of snow. I try some on, and sniff-in the smell of a hundred female orifices. Of late I have pinched the worn sheets of lovers stained with their fuck juices, and made my bed with them. The heat from my naked body merges with the sexual leaks of the excited holes from their bodies. Cuntholes. Cockholes.

Most of the lingerie is see through, almost weightless. It's lacey, racy. Colors of sexual reds, spermatic whites, vivid blues, cuntlicious pinks, picklicious strawberries. I am like a musician whose fingers clutch from chord to chord. I prance around the mirrored room in shape of every imaginable bra, my cock and balls supported by whispers of material that only fairies could wear.

How long I have I been without a fuck? Eleven long years. I wind a white silky pair of panties around the base of my erection. I tie it purple tight. I do likewise to my balls, until they are bulging shiny with many delicate blood vessels. I need to feel the sensation of blood trapped in my genitals. My body shivers gleefully. I masturbate the fuck out of my cock with a sheer pair of hose, sending my seed money into the cup of a waiting bra like lactating milk. It sounds like I am sick. But I am not. Cat-like I lick my sperm out of the cup. I untie my genitals. I put all the sexy material back into the hampers I have brought for them, turn off the light, and close the door. Playtime is over.

Having not had a fuck for eleven years, or been with a female in the nude, has amplified my imagination of things sexual. Before the eleven years I would fuck once or twice a week, walk around the house naked, and likewise my wife did too. I was so shattered by our break up, I couldn't bear to fuck another woman. Now I feel too old to do it. I have no problem raising an erection and maintaining it. I still feel as sexy as fuck. Rarity of fuck, has me longing to fuck. I drip feed it by writing about what amplifies in my vivid imagination. I get off on writing, and of course sharing my weird sexual antics with you.

My sexual wares feel available. I am not interested in love. I just want sex. I often have visions of a woman kneeling before me, of course disrobed, and I am too, my ball bag hanging over the edge of the chair I am perched on, and she has both hands beneath the silky baggage, playing my balls like a slinky, as my balls move from palm to palm. She has a smile on her face, and is enjoying the play. I stand up with my ball bag dangling down. Its a hot summers day, so my balls are hanging free, and easy, The ball on the left is decidedly lower than the ball on the right, and she is looking at them with a gleam in her eye.

"How would you like to suck my balls" I said.

"I would love to feel those balls in my mouth" she eagerly replied.

So I squatted over her mouth, her red lipsticked gob smack, and lowered my crinkle sac into that salivary orifice, and she gripped the thin flesh above my juicy balls, and began to tug and suck. I was in testacular heaven. A woman sucking a guys balls looks visually better than her sucking a penis head. She has that squishiness in her mouth, her hand on your penis stroking it up and down. Its Xmas!.

Clothes are a byproduct of nakedness. We created them as we no longer had an appetite for nakedness. Beneath our clothes we are all naked. I love the word naked. Some people say birthday suit. Lingerie reveals our nakedness. Lingerie glimpses our nakedness. Lingerie is in love with our nakedness. The other day i scored a used pair of crotchless knickers. I couldn't wait to get home and put them on. My cock, and ball bag, boggled before my eyes. i know the crotchless wonder was designed for a cunt, but my engineering looked magnificent. My hand kept on wanting to polish my cock pole. I scrummaged through a hamper until I found a semen encrusted panty. I held the panty up to the light so I could see the fog of his splashing. I covered my face and inhaled the sexy aroma, licked the dehydrated panel with my nude tongue. Who was the cock that had masturbated into these panties?. Did she have them on when he did it? Seeing the semenous cumming pooling in her crotch, where she had pulled the waistband towards his grunting cock.

Who knows when I will next get to fuck a cunt. When would I get to lick some labia folds?. To insert my index finger into her rear crater?. So many where's and when's.