A long, long time ago............

I've thought long and hard since last night about the women's lingerie photos I posted and, more pointedly, about whether I should post the story of how I came to own such items. I guess to clear up any potential misunderstandings or misnomers that may arise as result of me keeping quiet over it, I have decided to spill the beans; that and crumbling to peer pressure! My boyfriend thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever heard - perhaps it is when I recite it personally and it's littered with colourful language; however I promise to keep it within the bounds of decency on here so I hope it doesn't detract from the humour any. 

Before I begin, I had the most bizarre lunch time conversation today; I spent the majority of my lunch time discussing women's lingerie. Apparently the colour combination I chose for the photos is all wrong - the black thong and white stockings are a major no, no; I guess they should all be the same colour? I obviously don't understand the etiquette of lingerie wearing, but fear not for I shall learn - a friend has kindly offered to teach me the pros and cons of women's lingerie. 

Now I know I'm gay and I have a strong effeminate side, but regardless of the fact I'm still a guy and I like wearing guys clothes; I also like guys to look like guys. I'm not a fan of cross dressing or cross dressers it does nothing for me. As I've written in the past I'm gay because I fancy men end of; I could never fancy a guy dressed as a girl - for me it defeats the object, you may as well be straight. I'm also a man of contradiction as the photos from last night bare testament to, as does this story................

A long, long time ago before I met my boyfriend, before I started this blog and before I told anyone I was gay, I met this guy online. We chatted online for a while and swapped photos and stuff before eventually deciding to meet. From the outset he made it clear he didn't want a relationship - he just wanted a sex buddy, which was cool with me as he wasn't exactly my type of guy; but as a no strings attached sex fix he was all right (in my non overly fussy standards kind of way for such affairs!) So we met at my house, had sex and it was great - he was good both in and out of the bedroom, he appeared intelligent, clean, polite and fun. He was also quite muscular, not overly, and liked to be the dominant top; and as such he gave me a right good screwing - oh happy days! When all was said and done we agreed to meet up again, kept in touch online, arranged hook-ups and so it went.

A couple of weeks and a few sex sessions later we were chatting online and he turned the conversation around to talk about sexual fetishes and eventually he asked me if I ever cross dressed, to which I replied no. Then came the million dollar question, would I mind role playing the next time we met? Like what, I replied. Like dressing up in women's lingerie - or at least panties and stockings he enquired. I guess a normal gay-boy would say good bye at this point, see you around. Me, well I'm pretty open minded within the bedroom department and open to suggestions to make sex more interesting, so I said as long as you buy the gear - yes! And he did and he became quite strange......................

So it started with panties and stockings - he always liked the satin gear and he became a different man - he became an animal within the bedroom. It turned him on no end to see me dressed like that - he loved the bare flesh between the stocking tops and the panties, I think that was his big thing, he would kiss and caress that area of my body during foreplay. Me, well I didn't gain any sexual satisfaction from wearing the gear but I did receive it from him, so I thought it was a fair deal. 

Then it escalated, he bought me a pleated skirt to add to the combination (hence the photo reconstruction above) and eventually a red satin maids outfit - I kid you not! (Photo reconstruction not forthcoming!) His sexual tendencies changed too, when I was giving head or getting screwed he began referring to me as a good girl or a dirty girl depending on the circumstances. I also noticed he became less interested in my cock - he wouldn't touch it, never mind anything else. It hit me as odd behaviour but he was a good shag and he began bringing a bottle of brandy around for me so I put up with it for a while.

Then one day it hit me strikingly obvious - in his eyes I was no longer a gay-boy I'd changed to a woman, I was certain of it. The cross dressing, the girl remarks during foreplay and sex, the lack of interest shown in my cock. Besides it had started to get boring, it was all one-sided, his-sided and I just felt like his human sex-toy; so I ended it. I told him I'd found a boyfriend and so wasn't prepared to shag around anymore - it was not true but it did the trick!

In the weeks after we finished I wondered many things - we'd been sex buddies for a few months but we always met when he wanted, always at my house, he never stayed over and he'd never give me his phone number. He'd just turn up, dress me up, screw me and leave - I didn't ask that many questions of him at the time. But in hindsight I'm sure he was hiding his life, hiding in the closet, hiding from his wife and kids - a closet bisexual having an affair with me. I may be wrong in my whole estimation here but I've never met a guy like that before or after. I had the last laugh though if this was true because I wasn't exactly faithful to him during the period. 

So I kept some if not all of the lingerie and accessories he bought me for prosperity; as a reminder of the strange times. I've never worn them since and the bits I could find took some searching down for the photos. I don't miss them and I don't miss him nor the sex; I do miss the free brandy though...................