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Guest blog: The first time I wore lingerie

Today I’m delighted to welcome back ‘Mr Big’, who has previously dropped by to tell us in super-hot detail about the first time he tasted his own spunk. As a big fan of ‘firsts’, I’m delighted that he’s got another one to share – the first time he wore lingerie. While I have a little men-in-panties content on this blog (including this gorgeous audio porn fishnet story by Floss Liddell), I could definitely do with more posts that focus on the hotness of sexy underwear, especially now I have a brand new site sponsor – BrandX Intimates – who make gorgeous kinky lingerie. This story has both the joy and nervousness that comes with discovering a brand new kinky thing. Enjoy!


Golden delicious: silk underwear erotica

This delightful silk underwear erotica is written by Floss Liddell, and originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Sherryl Blu

He could choose his own underwear, so long as it was lingerie. Today he hesitated as his hands began to tug at his trousers…


Fishnet for him: Lingerie erotica

This fabulous lingerie erotica is written by Floss Liddell, and originally appeared on her website. It is read aloud here by Sherryl Blu

‘Lingerie is for everyone, and I think it’s about time you discovered what kind of lingerie is for you.’

Kneeling at my feet, he looks up at me, eyes wide, cock hard and while the gag between his teeth prevents him from speaking his body language is enough to let me know that on some level my plan excited him.


Sniffing underwear: Teen angst and the smell of his Calvins

I never used to fantasise about sniffing underwear. Even during my horniest moments, when I was in the early stages of learning what turned me on, and discovering the answer was ‘everything’, it never occurred to me to try and get hold of a guy’s underwear and hold it over my face, breathing in the heady scent of his cock. Until one day, a boy I was in love with came to visit, and left his underwear behind when he departed…


Going commando and the sexiness of not knowing

A long time ago, a beautiful man I knew wore a kilt to a party. Like many men who wear kilts to parties, he immediately made a joke about whether he was going commando. His statement was an ambiguous ‘maybe’ followed by a nudge and a wink that invited us to wonder. Never one to pass up an invitation like that, I spent the entire rest of the night wondering. In detail.