Take That, I Finally Slipped Into Some Wolford Fatal Neon!

Sheery in Wolford Fatal Neon Tights

As a major pantyhose enthusiast, there was always that one lingering desire I’ve always had in the back of my head. Ever since I’ve seen those images of those super shiny seamless Wolford pantyhose worn on those lucky-as-hell models, I knew I had to have a pair. Sure, the Wolford Fatal Neon were discontinued in the last millennium, but they can be found. That is, if you don’t mind skipping your rent payment for the month.

Still, the fantasy of draping the queen of the pantyhose over my legs and basking in their shiny glow persisted for years. Years of checking those eBay listings became a routine of window shopping for that one thing I’ll probably never buy in my lifetime. Besides, Wolford makes the Neon 40 pantyhose which are currently the reigning queen and make quite a nice private time in those silken legs they leave.

Yet, recently, I found a pair that only cost the arm and let me keep the leg. I purchased them on the spot, then waited like a kid on Christmas for that delivery. Of course, I opened up that package like that same kid on Christmas.

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No, I Haven’t Renounced My Pantyhose or Become All Manly All of a Sudden

Selfie in Lingerie and Pantyhose

Ok, so I haven’t been around here in a while. Yikes, since February when I was shivering in my tights!

The truth is I haven’t really had the time to ramble on here due to work obligations and the fact that I didn’t have shit to say from my crossdressing world and pantyhose queendom. Years back, no one would have even noticed except for those three or four visitors but it seems that there are quite a few of you who love slipping into silkies and coming here.

Then, from the comments I’ve been seeing, there are those who get a little too hot and steamy under their pantyhose. In case you haven’t read it yet, I can suggest a few ways to play whack-a-mole to handle that. Go ahead, I’ll wait here…

Really, though, I missed writing here. It’s a perfect outlet to express my inner femme side and tell the whole world how I feel, maybe how horny I am while I’m at it. A little secret… writing here sometimes gets me off too. Shhhhh.

Anyway, for those of you who still come back here reading the same post from February, thanks for sticking around. I’m back and have more in store for you girlies and/or pantyhose freaks to get off on too.

Stay tuned ūüėČ

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Omero Luxor Pantyhose, A New Pantyhose Just Like a Fine Wine

Omero Luxor 40 Pantyhose in Playa Nature

I happen to believe pantyhose are like fine wine and, coincidentally, treat them as so. Therefore, I have my “cellar” with dozens of pairs of Wolford, Oroblu, Pierre Mantoux… you name it. I even lucky to own a couple select pairs of Victorias Secret tights that could probably get a good price on eBay. But, no, those are for that special day I want my legs to feel extra glammy.

So when a new pantyhose comes around, I always have to try them to see if I should add a few “bottles” to the cellar, so to speak. Indeed, the Omero Luxor 40 pantyhose caught my eye since 1) They are from Italy, the center of premium pantyhose manufacturing and 2) They are nice and shiny, exactly my type. I bought a couple pairs and began the long anticipated wait to slip¬†into them.

To my surprise, they were all the sexiness and then more than I expected. I’ve tried so many pairs of pantyhose that new ones most often¬†don’t stand up to my favorites and end up being used for bank robberies (kidding). In other words, I usually set myself up for disappointment. After all, isn’t there a sometimes a new wine you try that makes you wince and nearly vomit?

Well, the Omero Luxor 40 does not fall into that category, rather, I would call it the fine wine, a very fine one at that. Immediately after opening the package in a Playa Nature shade, I could tell these were very high quality. So, I took an unprecedented step of putting the pantyhose right down (instead of excitedly slipping them on), going into the bathroom and shaving my legs, getting ready for what might be an orgasmic experience.

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Top Ten Reasons Why Crossdressers Are Still In the Closet

Sheery in Bustier and Pantyhose

Ah yes, the dilemma many of us crossdressers will face in our feminine journeys (or unless we’re being blackmailed):¬†to stay in the proverbial closet or come out to the world. Admitedly, it is a tough decision so maybe realizing why we are in there in the first place may help us to dip our pantyhosed toes in the pool.

10. Your dog has been threatening to out you.

9. The crossdresser in me has no problem, but the gay side, well…

8. Might as well, your parents have caught you inside already.

7. Still hiding from those pantyhose monsters your mom told you about after she caught you wearing hers.

6. Still figuring out what that pansexuality thing is. May come out as that instead.

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Confessions in Daisy Dukes

DaisyDukes with Fogal Rapallo tights

OK, for starters, sorry about the long scroll down. I guess I could have made the image a little smaller but then I would have the misfortune of not letting you see the new love in my life for all its glory. I find it odd that I’m getting around now to try out these¬†highly sexy denim shorts since they’ve been around, oh, since the 80’s. Better now than never as it goes.

Maybe it was a particular image that caught my eye or just the urge to wear something feminine but different, I can’t remember, but I went out and bought my very own pair of Daisy Duke shorts in my usual jean size (not revealing it, sorry). You should have seen my face when I ripped open that package and rushed to put¬†them on.

They barely hung onto my ass meaning they were meant for a woman quite heftier than I. Fine, returned it and ordered another pair a couple sizes smaller. I was having my doubts if these would actually fit since I had never sized or worn womens jeans and the size ordered was WAY below my usual size for even a tight pair of jeans.

Received in the mail again. Ripped open the package, slipped them on with a bit of pessimism. Prepared for another return.

Yet the Hollister shorts fit, well, perfectly. They were tight but not constricting and no loose areas. I noticed on the tag, they have the slightest bit of spandex which allows them to stretch and cover my ass perfectly and comfortably. But now we have to get down to what I was really waiting for. The match made in heaven: wearing them over pantyhose.

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I Kissed a ‚ÄúGirl‚ÄĚ and I Liked It, Part 3

Selfie in Bustier and Pantyhose

It’s not often that I¬†go on a date with another crossdresser but I too often question myself as to why not just have a little “fun”¬†when I can. So I did¬†and¬†what¬†a rush it was! So¬†here is¬†my¬†little kiss-and-tell of that one very unforgettable date. Note that the name of my “significant other” has been changed to preserve her identity.

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Sharon was excitedly busy giving me the blowjob of her life when I suddenly had a moment of realization. There I was lying on the bed in my bustier and pantyhose and with a hole in the back that I could still feel wet from the lube Sharon had used to wet her cock that pounded me a good thousand times or so. The sexy crossdresser making me her toy and actually getting my silkies dirty had always been a fantasy of mine.

Yet this had turned into everything I imagined it would which struck me as odd. Does anything, especially a fantasy, ever end up being like you dreamed it would? “Maybe it would come close,” I thought as I watched Sharon’s head bob up and down and¬†drowning in her¬†sucking prowess. Nonetheless, I enjoyed the moment and the absolute “naughtiness” of our sexual encounter. I was at the peak of feeling feminine and sexy and never¬†wanted that to end.

Sharon stopped her her vigorous blowjob all a sudden and climbed over me and into the cowgirl position with her ass just above my still-hard cock. She pulled down her black Oroblu pantyhose just enough so her bare ass was exposed then leaned over and gave me a soft kiss along with her sultry smile. As she reached for the lube nearby, I caressed the smooth, shiny nylon covering her legs and indulged in the feeling as they even rubbed against my own pantyhosed legs with every movement she made.

In an excited rush, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped open the package and slipped it on as Sharon dabbed some lube on her hand then gave my rod a quick stroke to glisten it up. She then raised her ass, positioned my cock ready for the back door entry into her and began to let it slide in slowly.

I noticed the tightness of her sphincter which gave me a jolting rush from the incredible sensation on my cock. We both let out a loud moan in unison (girly voices of course) as she continued to ride my love rod with a very precise gyration of her ass. I actually admired for a second how Sharon could move her ass like that while the rest of her body remained stationary.

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The Allure of Having Boobs

Flexees Bustier

Similar to many¬†other crossdressers, I try to make my somewhat flat male-shaped chest transform into an alluring, curvy shape that could be taken (or, really, mistaken) for the female form. Sure, I’ve tried the myriad of push-up bras, the ever popular Wonderbra, gel inserts for bras and the like.

I’ve never found anything, however, I could just slip into and get instant boobs without having to resort to pricey breast forms or other things specifically made for the crossdresser.¬†Sure, those would work well in giving me the ladylike shape I desire but I don’t find them the least bit sexy when I want something silky draped on my body if you know what I mean.

So imagine my surprise when I tried out a shaping bustier for the first time and pulled that tight fitting stretch satin over my ass and waist and let the bra-like cups rest snug and comfortably on my chest.

Vavoom! OMG! I could not take my eyes off those beauties right before my eyes. I even threw a t-shirt on to check out my new¬†silhouette… yep, that’s a woman right there in the mirror.

This gorgeous piece of lingerie is a Flexees Firm Control Bustier¬†which, unfortunately, has been out of production for a short while now but¬†can be found in the good old standby, eBay. I actually came across it by accident looking for butt plugs (that’s a¬†story for another day) but turns out to be my now favorite thing to wear while daintily prancing around the house.

Since it’s a shaper, it is a tight and very snug feeling much like your overweight uncle who you haven’t seen in a decade giving you a hug. However it really does smooth out those bulges, not to mention, let’s you breathe in the process while being comfortable (for the most part) at the same time.

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I Kissed a ‚ÄúGirl‚ÄĚ and I Liked It, Part 2

Oroblu Bustier and Thong

It’s not often that I¬†go on a date with another crossdresser but I too often question myself as to why not just have a little “fun”¬†when I can. So I did¬†and¬†what¬†a rush it was! So¬†here is¬†my¬†little kiss-and-tell of that one very unforgettable date. Note that the name of my “significant other” has been changed to preserve her identity.

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Sharon giggled for a second and made a humored attempt at an access hole through my pantyhose by poking her rock-hard cock into it several times while I’m on my back with my¬†legs pulled as far as they go. As I anticipated her “entrance,” feeling her cock in and out and just barely teasing my ass was, in fact, a turn on. The tease made me so¬†wild with anticipation, I start to tremble¬†from the excitement.

Yet, realizing¬†that the nylon and spandex was¬†tough to break, Sharon ripped a small hole with her fingernails just below the crotch area and gently widened it exposing my asshole-turned-vagina. I even noted to myself, it¬†would have been wet as possible if it weren’t for those damn gender differences. Oh well.

I grabbed¬†a condom and¬†lube, conveniently laid¬†ready in place on the bed, and unrolled the condom onto her cock in a smooth, single stroke. Next, I¬†squirted a little lube¬†into my hand and softly stroked it over the condom-covered-cock while she let out a slow¬†“Ooooh.”

Sharon was very gentle at first, easing her slicked love rod through my sphincter which penetrated with a little resistance but gave me a shock of excitement throughout my body. I remembered thinking¬†“Oh my god, there is a dick inside me!” Even a wave of¬†panic came across me.

“Am I really being fucked in the ass?” I thought for a moment. “Should I be doing this?”

It wasn’t my first time, though, so in that exact same moment,¬†I consciously decided to calm the hell¬†down and enjoy the experience. Otherwise, things can go south rather quick which I did¬†not want to let happen.

“Yes, I should little bitch,” became my next thought. No going back then.

Sharon entered deeper, then deeper with her first few slow thrusts until finally making full penetration. There, she held her love rod in place while grabbing each of my straightened legs and pushing them back, using them for support. She flattered me by mentioning I have sexy, flexible legs which then gave her the green light to do whatever she wanted. I mean anything.

The real fun started, though, as she fucked with just more force than before which sent me through another wave of excitement, an exhilarating body high. I had always practiced anal penetration with¬†a dildo a similar size to Sharon’s cock, however, the real thing¬†was WAY different. There was no match of¬†the sensation of hot flesh pounding me from the ass masturbation of a hard rubber dildo I was used to. This was definitely something I could easily get used to. Oh, and any guilt and second thoughts I had… turned into shame as to why¬†I haven’t been doing this sooner.

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I Kissed a “Girl” and I Liked It

Sheery in lingerie, tights and heels

It’s not news that I’m willing to stray from my traditional¬†vanilla hetero¬†side¬†and indulge in an escapade¬†with another sexy¬†crossdresser. It was my first time and it was¬†a little awkward, sure, but not any different from that first time with a GG girlfriend many years back. The seed had been planted, though, and the next time would be a far better experience for certain, much like where the vanilla hetero experience took me.

Bisexuality is still something relatively new I’ve dabbled into after straying in and out of the bicurious phase more recently. To be quite honest, it excites me now more than ever before and will go out of my way to explore it when I have the chance. Then, of course, I have to spill it all here, not to brag about the conquest, but rather share the experience. So keep in mind¬†the name here is changed to¬†preserve the identity of that dear¬†crosslover.

I have to admit that crossing that line I’ve always been taught was taboo or “wrong” isn’t easy. Also the experience doesn’t always go as planned (read ¬†the¬†link above) but it can turn out an exciting fling which leaves you wanting more.¬†So, whether or not you’re¬†a relative newcomer, this could either make the bicurious in you think about that next step or possibly relive your tales of chicks with dicks.

So here goes my adventure (again)…

Me and Sharon had met online¬†several months ago. After the usual hellos, flirty exchanges (a pic or two included) and¬†chat room sessions, it was time for the meetup. In a hotel. So it wasn’t as if we were in the dark about¬†what we were going¬†to end up partaking in.¬†Yet the anticipation of slipping into my silky lingerie and pantyhose in front of another crossdresser doing the same¬†was enough to make me cum just at the faintest thought of it. Finally,¬†came that magical day.

And there I met Sharon at the bar in our hotel who was a little bit older and a little taller than I was and fully dressed in a black sleeveless dress and long brown hair that wasn’t a wig. She was strikingly beautiful which¬†intimidated me for a second since¬†I was in public-male-mode (I still didn’t dress in public). Yet she fully understood this and we casually had a drink and chatted. We hit it off right away with the usual bullshit “What do you do?” which eventually led to conversations about our crossdressing lives to which we could hardly find an end to. As well, it was always a relief to share that side which is hardly discussed among others.

There is, also, nothing like casual crossdresser talk to get in the mood and we eventually made our way up the hotel elevator to room 505, a little tipsy and very horny by then. Feeling a mutual attraction, we even grabbed and gently held hands on the way from the elevator to the room. I felt very comfortable and  immediately attracted to Sharon after revealing that femme side of me dying to get out. Of course Sharon wore it on her sleeve which I admired and made her even more desirable.

We enter the room and my first course of action¬†was to open my suitcase and pull out…

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Ten Reasons Why My Life Will Never Be the Same With Pantyhose

Wolford pantyhose and string teddy

I quite simply love pantyhose. It’s hard, though, to love something so much and not have it change your life in some way, if maybe¬†a little perverted. Yet¬†perversion is lovely, fun and sexy thing to dwell in so here are my reasons why my life will never be the same with pantyhose. Well, besides the obvious really…

10. Three words: hand wash, ugh.

9. The razor for my legs is more expensive than the one for my face.

8. I say things now such as, “bare legs… ewww!”

7. I spend more on a pair of pantyhose than on a date.

6. Suntan has a whole new happier meaning now.

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