Welcome to The Sex Lives of KinkyMira and Friends blog.

I’m Mira and I’m your host for this look into all things sexy and kinky. I’m a mid-thirties female who, for the first time in my life, is finally happy. I have a wonderful husband, who helps me to be the best I can be, who looks after me, who loves me, who cuddles me loads and who fucks me well, often, and very very thoroughly. He also encourages me to be kinky and filthy. It turns out I don’t need much encouragement, and I fucking love it.

I’ve been encouraged to start this blog by some friends who are interested in hearing the details of my sexy activities, and some of those friends will get mentions too, as they are far from innocent maidens. Over the coming years, I will write about a number of things that have happened to us since I’ve found my inner kinky bitch and some of the history that has led up to this kinky state of affairs.

This first blog post marks two months since I last wore panties. I didn’t intend to go for even one whole month – in fact I had a target of 17 days over our Christmas break. I knew my husband would be very excited – he loves it when I don’t wear panties. He loves the occasional flashes of cunt, whether accidental or totally deliberate. He loves sliding his hand up my skirt and having unhindered access to my ass and cunt, and I love what he does when his hand gets there, whether it be touching my cunt or ass, slipping his fingers inside my cunt, or rolling my clit in his fingers, he knows I’m a slut for whatever his hand wants to do to me. He loves it that I seem to be much hornier when I’m panty-free, and whenever I’m more horny, I always want to fuck a lot. He always does his best to oblige.

We both finished work for the year on Friday 15th December, so when he got home, I casually announced to my husband that I planned to not wear any panties until 2nd January (the day we returned to work). He did indeed get very excited! I asked him to remove my panties and put them in an airtight box for his later use. They were particularly fragrant, as I had been wearing them for 3 days to make them nice and ripe, and I had been masturbating in them across the three days to make them particularly pungent. I always prepared panties like this when he went away with work, to give him a good strong smell of my cunt and ass whilst he was away. I don’t know why I decided to do it this time, as at the time, I didn’t realise I may not wear panties again for some years, so I’m really glad he had one last pair to enjoy.

This is by far the longest I’ve ever gone without panties. I did wonder if my horniness would fade after a few days, but if anything, it grew. During the course of the 17 days, I was fucked over 40 times, including 3 days of mostly anal to give my poor cunt some rest. I was insatiable. It was the start of the most intensive period of fucking we had ever had.

I have been building up to a long pantyless stint over the last few years, increasingly wearing panties less and less. I had started being pantyless in the house, before extending it to when we went for a walk and I was expecting an outside fuck, to more mundane things like being panty-free going round shops. Even so, I was expecting I might feel a tug to put a pair on. In fact, my feelings were the opposite, and when I got within a few days of the end of my planned run, I began to feel sad at the thought of my panty-free stint being over. It was of course a self-imposed deadline, but to carry on, I would have to go without panties at work too. So, when the morning of my return to work arrived, I had a decision to make, and I chose to stuff a pair in my bag and set off sans panties. Of course, nothing happened at work. No one was aware of my pantyless state apart from me, and I just felt naughty. My spare panties stayed securely in my bag, and for the following work day, I had no panties with me at all. It was that morning I realised I wanted to be like this for the long haul, and that I needed to systematically remove any reason for wearing panties and indeed for clothes touching my cunt. I loved having my cunt open to the air (hidden by a skirt of course).

So, 17 days turned into 3 weeks, then 4 and now 8. I still feel really horny and don’t particularly want the feeling to stop, and we still fuck at least once every single day.

Over the last few weeks, I think I’ve removed virtually every reason to wear panties again (for a good few years at least). My periods have been stopped by a Mirena. I have packed away all the clothes that uncomfortably rubbed down there (like jeans). The only possible reason I have for wearing panties is that my husband and I both like me wetting myself, but my husband says he has found a solution to that one (can’t wait).

As the weather got a touch colder, I would normally have started to wear leggings, but of course, I would then lose all the benefits of not wearing panties. I used to wear leggings a lot (as my legs get cold) and occasionally wore trousers (never wore tights anyway). My husband found the solution for my cold legs – thicker stockings. We’ve also bought proper old-fashioned suspenders with metal clips, as they are much more robust for daily wear than plastic clips. I also love the fact that the metal clips show through a tight dress, so everyone knows you are wearing stockings. Weird isn’t it – I hated VPL, but I love my suspender clips showing.

So, armed with thicker stockings, I set about removing from my wardrobe any other item of clothing that touches my cunt. (Of course, apart from my wetting attire, I will also have to wear a swimsuit if naked swimming isn’t an option). All my leggings, trousers and shorts were packed away, and for the last month, I have only worn dresses, skirts, and stockings (for below the waist attire), meaning that for the entire month, I’ve had that fully exposed feeling, which I get a massive thrill from. I love the fact that I could be caught out by a gust of wind at any time – it makes me feel extra naughty.

So, I embark on my third pantyless month with no particular target in mind. I could see this going on for years. I just love feeling naughty, I adore feeling totally exposed under my skirt, I thrive on feeling horny, I love the smile on my husband’s face as I flash at him, and I love how much more freedom he has to play with me unhindered by what for me is now a pretty useless garment. I just love being pantyless!