#26 21-09-21 09:39:32

alsbosilver

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Registered: 15-07-19

Posts: 553

Re: Would I have asked an inappropriate question?

Le sigh, i was gonna write about how i have a thing for pyjama bottoms, probably cos it got burned into my head during early sexual experiences. Elasticated waistbands, being slowly pulled down over hips and revealing the curves of stomach leading to pussy... fucking hell, that really does it for me. But instead of basically writing a short erotic fantasy, something Viva wrote now has me thinking shit, how do I get to work at IFM?! It would be so fucking perfect, god knows what role I would take but I love the mission and the ethos and, and... I might have to make a serious attempt... hmm

This is  a powerful comment for me as I distinctly remember those seemingly endless nights during my earliest of self-exploration days. Even closing my bedroom door, knowing what was about to happen next, made me twitch in anticipation. The act of hooking my thumbs into my panties, almost in slow motion, as I lifted my butt and pushed them to my ankles, became a nightly ritual. I loved how on some nights, the slight spreading of my legs would render the gusset of my panties taut, revealing traces of my wet excitement.

Oh... very beautiful ! Magnificent testimony Tank you Holzspam

tom1986

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Registered: 02-08-16

Posts: 38

Re: Would I have asked an inappropriate question?

Le sigh, i was gonna write about how i have a thing for pyjama bottoms, probably cos it got burned into my head during early sexual experiences. Elasticated waistbands, being slowly pulled down over hips and revealing the curves of stomach leading to pussy... fucking hell, that really does it for me. But instead of basically writing a short erotic fantasy, something Viva wrote now has me thinking shit, how do I get to work at IFM?! It would be so fucking perfect, god knows what role I would take but I love the mission and the ethos and, and... I might have to make a serious attempt... hmm

This is  a powerful comment for me as I distinctly remember those seemingly endless nights during my earliest of self-exploration days. Even closing my bedroom door, knowing what was about to happen next, made me twitch in anticipation. The act of hooking my thumbs into my panties, almost in slow motion, as I lifted my butt and pushed them to my ankles, became a nightly ritual. I loved how on some nights, the slight spreading of my legs would render the gusset of my panties taut, revealing traces of my wet excitement.

This spoke to me... like i guess my comment spoke to you. Actually I didn't even want to respond publically and tried to send a dm, was a little drunk at the time admittedly. But essentially what you wrote spoke to me on a very personal level. I get you.