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Nurse Mira (Part Two)

21 September 2020 /

I was standing there in my gaping nurse’s tunic, a white bra, a nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders. I still had cum slowly oozing out of my cunt and I had him lying face down in a traditional theatre gown, his ass framed by the opening at the back.

He knew his ass was about to be invaded by an inflatable butt plug. I parted his cheeks and opened his pucker with one hand, first spitting and then drooling onto his pucker to provide a little lubrication. I used the butt plug to spread around the spit and then smoothly but purposefully inserted the deflated butt plug through his pucker.

Then I started inflating it. He has a greedy ass, so I knew he’d take a fair size, and I kept pumping, counting the squeezes of the bulb. When he started saying how full he felt, I paused to allow his ass a chance to relax to the invasion, and I stood by his face again to allow him to look at and smell my cummy cunt whilst stroking his hair and saying soothing and encouraging words. After a few minutes, I pressed on with inflating it, only stopping once he was almost sobbing because of how large it was. I wrote down the number of bulb squeezes, and then I helped him to turn over to use his weight to keep the inflated butt plug firmly in place.

He was clearly uncomfortable, which was my plan, and I left him there with the massive invasion in his ass for nearly a couple of hours. I knew the large invasion would make it difficult for his cock to get hard again, but that was my challenge. When I returned, I took the measurements of his flaccid cock that I missed before, and then I started masturbating his cock in the same way as before, and as I expected his cock wasn’t really playing ball.

Deciding that he needed visual and nasal stimuli, I gracefully climbed onto the bed and knelt in a face-sitting type position, facing down his body with my cummy cunt hovering over his face (but out of reach of his tongue).

I knew my cunt was having an effect, as his cock was starting to stir again. I bent forward over his body, my mostly covered tits pressing into his chest, and lined my mouth up with his cock. Just before I started sucking on his cock, I felt some cum start to drip out of my cunt, and I glanced back to check it landed on his face.

All that stimulation worked, and his cock once again started to get hard. After I felt I had tantalised him enough, I lowered my cunt to his face and allowed him to start licking the cum off and out of me. That did it, and his cock once again got very hard, twitched, and this time, I took the load of cum in my mouth.

I desperately needed to cum, but that really wasn’t on scenario at this point. So, I reluctantly climbed off him, and standing next to his bed, I spat and dribbled the cum out of my mouth into his open mouth (without our lips touching). Until that session, I’d never found spitting or dribbling cum to be sexy, but in the heat of the moment, it was incredibly arousing.

When I had spat as much of his cum into his mouth as I could, I told him to swallow, and I did the same.

I was still desperate to cum, so having briefly left the room, I returned with Adam, his big dildo mounted in my strap-on harness. His eyes widened on seeing it. He knows what happens now: I always expose my clit whilst putting on the strap-on, and as I drive in and out, the flat end of the dildo rubs on my clit and makes me cum repeatedly. It is always a massive challenge for me to keep a consistent rhythm to build to his orgasm; it doesn’t feel right just to use his asshole to hold a dildo whilst I cum over and over.

Normally I warm him up with smaller dildos first, but I figured he was warmed up enough by the inflatable butt plug. I started sensually lubing up the dildo, making sure to stroke up and down the full length of the dildo with my hands.

I told him that this test I was about his ability to cum by anal stimulation alone, and I told him to turn over in preparation for the test. Adam was quite a challenge for him at this time (although he has moved on to larger ones now), and in the preceding weeks, I had only just built up to getting Adam all the way in on a vigorous motion.

I released the air from the inflatable butt plug, and in one motion pulled it clear of his ass. His asshole gaped for a few seconds, as it had been held wide open for nearly a couple of hours, and as it started to slowly close up, I clambered onto the bed and inserted the tip of the dildo in through the gaping asshole.

I firmly pushed the dildo in as deep as it would go, and he reared up with a little yelp as I drove in.

I leant forward and gave him a mirror, so that he could look back and see me riding him. He hadn’t seen me undo the top half of the tunic, so my white bra covered tits and free-to-view nipples were on show.

I focussed on his asshole and started to build up my rhythm. It didn’t take many strokes before I felt my first orgasm starting to build. I was determined to keep quieter than normal in these circumstances, but some noise did escape my lips as I came the first time. As usual, I tried to not break rhythm, despite a shuddering orgasm, and then I carried on with a slightly higher tempo.  Wave after wave passed over me, and all the time, his asshole just accepted Adam’s full length every time.

Eventually, my clit was starting to feel a little sensitive and a little tender and my rolling orgasms came to an end, allowing me to focus solely on his asshole and making him cum. With me making sure I was almost making the dildo pop out of his asshole on every stroke and driving it in as hard as I could manage on every stroke, he got louder and that made me even more resolute to complete the job.

I was in a race against time before my body gave out, but each moan of his was a little louder until eventually his body tensed and then released as he screamed out. I had a final few big slams into his asshole, and then lay down so my tits rested on his back, cuddling down to him.

Once I got my strength back, I got up, extracted the dildo from his asshole and climbed off. Then I rolled him over and looked at the mess I had made. I bent over and licked his cum off his body and the sheets, and then leant over him and again spat cum into his mouth.

With my tits still out, I declared his examination over, and that he may be called back for some more tests at a later point, and I left him to it.

I was very happy how that session had played out and I had more good ideas for the next session, but had to wash the uniform first, as it appeared to have cum on it. Not sure how that happened!

Nurse Mira (Part One)

9 September 2020 /

The secretary outfit was fabulous, and I was well and truly hooked on using outfits to enhance sex, but I wanted my next outfit to be one that put me in charge rather than him. I remembered that not long after we got together, my husband was looking through an old work wear catalogue and had stopped at the nurse’s uniforms page. He gestured towards a nurse’s tunic and said I’d look good in that. It was barely long enough to cover my cunt and definitely wouldn’t cover my ass, yet he didn’t have trousers or a skirt in mind.

So, for my next outfit, I started by ordering a nurse’s tunic in the colour scheme I always think of first for a nurse, which is light blue with white trim, and since I was between sizes, I bought the smaller size in the hope of generating a bit of gaping around the tits.

It was delivered whilst he was at work, and so I got to try it on and gaze longingly at it. It definitely needed a bra to enhance my cleavage, and I knew exactly which one I needed – a Panache Inferno, now sadly no longer available other than second hand. It has a very deep plunge, so it is perfect for those gaping looks. I had a stash of them, a white one amongst them. I only normally wear a white bra if I want the bra to show and the colour is important, which was definitely the case here. It looked great under the tunic, creating the gaping effect I was after. I decided to do a little surgery on the bra, cutting discs out where my nipples and areolas are, so my nipples would rub on the tougher fabric of the tunic to automatically keep them somewhat erect, as I definitely wanted my nipple shape to show through the tunic. I added a vintage style nurse’s cap and white stockings and suspenders to give me a hard wearing and fairly authentic looking costume.

I also decided my husband needed a traditional theatre gown, opening at the back with ties in full ass displaying glory.

The day I decided to reveal the outfits, I was waiting for him when he came in from work. When he saw me in the outfit, he clearly liked what he saw.

As I started to address him, I reminded myself of my goal to be professional throughout the encounter and to not react when I get turned on or when I cum: that was a hell of a challenge for somebody as vocal as I normally am.

With that in mind, I welcomed him to the ‘hospital’ and told him to strip, put the gown on and to sit on the bed to await the consultation. I left him for a while and when I returned, he had complied. I stood next to him, my gaping cleavage at eye height right by his face, and as I started to ask him questions, I saw his eyes mostly look towards my tits, only occasionally looking at my face.

I started by looking into his eyes, then his ears, and then his mouth (using an ice cream stick as a spatula). As I said all that looked good, I slipped the gown off his shoulders to reveal his chest and used a metal ruler to measure the diameters of his nipples and areolas. Then I started playing with his nipples, saying I was checking whether his body responded to stimulation, and it did. I squeezed, twisted, and pulled at his nipples, making him moan enthusiastically. His nipples are quite small, but they got noticeably larger and significantly harder at my fingertips. I remeasured the diameters, and then declared his nipple response was as I would expect, and I helped him to put the gown back on.

I then got him to lie on the bed and I picked up the front of the gown, folding it back to uncover his cock. It was already stirring after the nipple workout. I sighed and said as it was slightly erect, I would need to wait to take my measurements, and I moved on to inspecting his cock and balls, first looking all round his partially erect cock, peeling back the foreskin, and running my finger round behind his glans. His cock was nearly erect at this point, so I began pumping the length of his cock with my right hand, whilst cupping and squeezing his balls with my left hand.

His cock quickly jumped to attention and then, over time, got harder and harder with each squeeze of the balls. I carried on with this until I could resist his rock-hard cock no longer. I quickly measured its length and diameter, then after a few moments of focussed strokes with my hand, I climbed onto the bed, straddled him (facing him), and lined my cunt up with his cock.

I slid down enveloping his cock and started riding, sliding his cock in and out, feeling his full length deep inside me, and trying desperately to not make noises that would normally signal that I was enjoying the penetration. It wasn’t long before I felt that tell-tale twitch of his cock that meant he was very near cumming. So, I slid up his cock so that only his glans was between my lips, and a fraction of a second later, I felt a number of good squirts fire into my cunt. After he had finished, his cock shrank quickly and slipped out of me.

I climbed off and in a very matter of fact voice, I said that test was successful. I covered over his cock with the gown (without cleaning him up) and I moved on to the next test – I popped a thermometer in his mouth and stood with my cummy cunt right next to his face, waiting for the thermometer to finish. I looked down and saw him transfixed at my cunt and I knew his nose would be filled with the strong smell of sex from my cunt.

I removed the thermometer and noted the reading, and then I told him I’d need to confirm that with an anal temperature reading and told him to roll over. His ass crack was beautifully framed by the opening of the gown. As I moved to put the thermometer through his asshole, I felt some cum start to escape from my cunt. I waited with my cunt by his face again, knowing that he was likely to see a bead of cum oozing from my cunt. He was again staring with a look of lust on his face.

I finally removed the thermometer and again noted the temperature. I flexed my cunt muscles to make my cunt wink at him and to encourage more cum to ooze out. His eyes widened and he finally looked up at my face. I told him that I needed to measure the internal volume of his ass, and I produced an inflatable butt plug. I started applying lube to it, as I told him I would insert this and inflate it until he was clearly uncomfortable to provide me with an indicative volume. It was a substantial butt plug, as I knew his greedy ass would be able to take it. I intended to cause him a lot of discomfort with a massive inflation, and I knew I’d have to work hard to bring his cock back to life.

My Sexy Studenty Self

4 April 2020 /

Lacy underwear makes many women feel very sexy. It doesn’t for me. I hate lace: I think it looks crusty, fussy and is an instant turn-off. I used to be a strictly clothes off to fuck sort of girl, and I liked to be stripped before sex (still do). I think my husband was surprised in the early days that I had such a negative reaction to me being in my underwear.

What I did feel sexy in were well-shaped clothes, and a few months after we got together, I was squeezed into a figure-hugging dress and the bulge in his trousers clearly showed what was in his mind. I told him there was no way I was taking the dress off before we went out (as it took me long enough to get into the bloody thing), so instead he spun me round, bent me over the end of the bed, nudged my feet apart, pulled up the dress over my ass, moved my panties aside and eased his hard cock right in. No one had ever fucked me like this before, and it didn’t take long for me to cum. He made me cum three times before he came, then he withdrew, moved my panties back over my gooey cunt, pulled my dress back down and just carried on with preparing to go out like nothing had happened.

This started off somewhat of an addiction of us fucking with me fully dressed, and I loved it – it made me feel sexy in a way underwear never did, especially as it made me feel sexy at random times when I was wearing something that suited me well.

As I was clearing out a drawer one day a few months later, I came across a pink fitted t-shirt with “Twin Airbags fitted as standard” on it. My husband liked it because not only was the slogan funny, the t-shirt was very snug, so as it stretched across my 36GG tits (as they were then), the fabric went really thin and almost see-through. In fact, it was so tight that it held my tits in place without a bra. I had stopped wearing it out, as it showed every detail of my bra, but during the clear-out, I decided I would wear it at home for my husband without a bra, so he got to savour every detail of my massive tits.

I was thinking of pairing it with a very short skirt as an outfit specifically for sex. Several years previously, I bought a twin pack of tiered skirts, because I wanted the black one. The other one was a horrible reddish-brown colour with damage towards the bottom of the skirt, so I had never worn it. It was easy construction to modify though – there were four horizontal tiers, and each was attached to the one above. It was quite trivial to remove two of the four tiers (including the damaged one) to create a skirt that would barely cover anything. It was mostly cotton, so I was able to die it to almost black (which as the skirt had never been worn, was very successful).

I put the outfit on one day whilst he was at work, and I was reminded of being a first-year undergraduate at university. At the time, I was quite innocent and mostly unaware of the effect that my body could have on someone. I found some glasses that looked studious and put my hair up on a relaxed studenty sort of way and waited for him to come home.

When he came in, I found myself pretending to be undergrad me, being all innocent. My husband got excited, but he realised I was being coy, and played along, seeming to settle on an innocent nerdy persona, kind, gentle and dead keen on playing with my tits. I can well imagine this is what he was like at university.

He spent rather a long time sucking at my nipples, with the innocent fervour of an inexperienced lover, and he spent far longer than he normally does squeezing and kneading my tits (and he spends quite a long time normally playing with them).

After he reloaded my tits into my top, he lifted up my skirt, opened up my cunt, inserted two fingers into my cunt and started flicking his tongue over my clit, whilst gently fucking me with his fingers. My hips were rhythmically pulsing in time with his movements, and without breaking rhythm; he brought me to orgasm and then carried on. My clit sometimes gets very sensitive once I have orgasmed, and this was one of those days, so I gritted my teeth and hung on whilst his tongue worked my engorged and tender clit. I got louder with my moans but had to concentrate on not being a potty mouthed bitch as I sometimes am. Student Mira is sweet and innocent and wouldn’t use words like cunt. The distraction of staying in character was crucial in me being able to take the continued clit licking for as long as I did.

After I had orgasmed three times, he offered me his fingers to suck (which I happily did). I undid his trousers and let them slip to the floor. I pulled his thong down and released his cock, which was already fairly hard. I pulled him forwards and sucked his cock into my mouth, which at university was commonplace and universally expected. I figured that as he was so hard and so aroused already, I had a chance to make him cum with my mouth. I pulled my top up over my tits (as we have a rule that tits must be on display if a blow job is occurring), and I was contemplating having him pull out and cum all over my tits, but I got a taste of his pre-cum, so when I felt him twitch, I slid his cock back until the base of his glans nudged against my teeth. A couple of hand movements down the length of his cock, a grope of his balls and my flicking tongue over his glans produced a wave of cum landing on my tongue. I did that sweet thing of showing him his cum on my tongue before swallowing it and then showing him my empty tongue.

We cuddled and kissed for a while whilst his cock recovered, then I played with it to get it hard. I then told him with an innocent smile that I wasn’t the kind of girl to go to bed on a first encounter, so he did what any chivalrous man would do… and gently fucked me twice on the sofa instead.

It is a bit of a head-fuck actually, as this is the man who nails me rigorously, this is the man that I am very kinky with, and yet this was a simple, straight forward classic gentle innocent fuck. At no time did he take any of my clothes off. Every time he finished with my tits, he pulled the t-shirt back down over them, carefully arranging them to show them at their best. Every time he finished with my cunt, he pulled my skirt back down.

I really enjoyed both playing the persona and wearing the outfit; I loved how naughty it felt. It wasn’t a hard persona to play, as it was basically me years ago. I still wear the outfit sometimes, and if I do, he knows exactly the type of encounter I want.

Recruiting Some Watchers

26 February 2018 /

There is something very naughty about sitting in a cafe talking to a friend about fucking in front of each other. Yet there Nikki and I were, debriefing the intimate sex party. We all (absent men included) agreed it was a great success, and that we all wanted to do it again. Yet, we both felt that wasn’t really enough fucking. The men did their best, but they (of course) need recovery time. We decided we’d have some more girl-on-girl action (assuming our men agreed, although I didn’t envisage that being a problem), and we could do some other sexy activities that don’t involve hard cocks, but what we felt we really needed was another couple.

But how would we find one? Nikki knows from experience how long it took to find us, and that was just a fluke conversation. Specifically asking someone isn’t an easy conversation to have. “So, fancy coming to a dinner party where we all get fucked whilst the others watch?” wasn’t likely to be a winner with someone who wasn’t kink-obsessed, and we had no idea who was kink-obsessed. Nikki and I are the two fuck happy members of our circle of friends – we are the two who like fucking rather a lot. The rest of the group appear somewhat less sex-obsessed than we are. We did decide though that the friendship angle was important for us too, so we really didn’t want to end up recruiting strangers. But given none of our friends were obviously kinky, we had to work out who was possible. As we went round the circle of mutual friends, there weren’t obvious candidates.

The discussion got to a rather reserved lady called Laura. I knew that my husband would have suggested her. Since the day he first met her, my husband thought her good housewife routine was an act, and that underneath, she was a filthy bitch. He had absolutely no evidence on which to base this for a couple of years. A small piece of evidence came at Christmas 2016, when a rather tipsy Laura briefly flashed her panties to us all. They were a rather small white cotton thong with the word “Slut” written on the front in permanent marker.

So, on this flimsy evidence (literally) and largely on my husband’s gut instinct, we decided that she was our best candidate and that we would to try to recruit Laura and her husband for the next sex party. We needed plausible deniability (in case she hated the idea) as we didn’t really want to cause tension in the wider group.

Our chance to have a discussion unexpectedly came a couple of weeks later. Again, it was a drunken ladies night, and this time, Laura, Nikki, and I ended up as the last there. Laura was wearing a top with a plunging neckline that revealed a substantial cleavage: those magnificent tits swinging back and forth to rhythm was no doubt the other reason my husband wanted to see her naked and being fucked. He’s always been a tits man.

It isn’t easy to start a sex party conversation, but we had to bide our time until an opportunity occurred when the discussion strayed onto panties. I was often pantyless at that time, and Nikki wasn’t wearing any that night either. Laura acted all coy, but her mask slipped when I mentioned the “Slut” panties. She had no recollection of the flashing incident, but both Nikki and I certainly remembered it. It turns out that she only wears white cotton thongs, and every day, her husband picks out her panties, which are adorned with a hand-written message from him. (Obviously, it is not always a new message, as it would be wasteful not to re-use the panties). “Slut” is one of the milder ones apparently. Laura was blushing when she spoke. Using messaged panties was just something fun they did, which reminded her of her sexuality often throughout a day. The obvious question was what was on her panties that day – “My cunt needs cum” was the exquisite answer. She already knew tomorrows would say “Ass fuck day”, and that meant she’d have his cock in her ass a number of times tomorrow and her cunt would go untouched all day. My husband was right though – she was much more into sex than her public persona would have you believe. That’s partially because she is very shy, particularly when talking about sex. Apparently, her husband wanted her to be more outgoing and free talking about sex, so he’d be happy she was having these conversations.

So, Nikki introduced our sex parties to her, described what happened at the first one, and how much fun we had. Laura listened intently and seemed somewhat excited, but she said that wasn’t the kind of thing she or her husband were in to. Nikki hadn’t asked at this point, so she just rounded off the conversation with a comment that if they changed their minds, we’d love to see her and her husband at the party, and that we were sure they’d have a great time. Then we moved the conversation on, the seed having been sown.

Nikki and I met up with a very excited Laura a few days later. After discussing it with her husband, they decided they were up for the party. She said today’s panties had the awesome message “Watch Me Fucking” and that she was getting turned on even thinking about our party. She realised that there wouldn’t be time for hesitancy at the party, and when it was their turn, they would need to get fucking. She said they appreciated that, and she was fully behind the plan, even the girl-on-girl interludes. Now I was getting excited. They are both gorgeous women, and my cunt got all moist thinking about kissing them, sucking on their fleshy tits, and yes, licking away at their cunts.

Our men were over the moon too, both with the new recruits and the girl-on-girl action. My husband was particularly pleased with himself for correctly picking Laura’s sexy side when none of the rest of us did.

For the next couple of hours that evening, Laura, Nikki, and I talked about activities, positions and roughly planned out the party – the venue, the date, the food and drink, and the activities. Our first party was an alcohol-free gathering because none of us wanted our performance to be diminished – we decided to make this a rule, and we decided to look for some non-alcoholic cocktails for the evening. Astonishingly, Nikki had far less of an anal history than either Laura or I, so we definitely included some anal activity in the plan. I told Laura how my husband would expect to see her ample tits swinging violently as she was fucked, and Laura insisted we included some activities to achieve that. A consequence of the “no private activity” rule that didn’t come up at the first party was that of pissing, so we made a plan to cover that. We also had some sexy games ideas and chose one of those. As before, the men knew nothing of the details and would be surprised on the day. The next party in late November could not come round soon enough!

Being Pantyless Makes Me Horny

15 February 2018 /

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!

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