It's because I have a kink for it.
The reason I haven't blogged about this kink before is because it's nothing new. But I realized that while the kink itself may not be new, explaining the details about what makes it a kink for me may be new to many of you, as my explanations have been in the past.
I've mentioned before how I love the sight of cock. A good-looking man's dick is one I want to take in either one of my orifices the second I lay eyes on it, regardless of whether it's hard or flaccid. Yes, I said even when it's flaccid. I so wish I could do away with the wait for his cock to get hard so he could get inside my ass, but that wait is the price one pays for having a tight hole. A price I'll gladly pay if that tightness is what makes me able to name my suitor's cock, Mr. Happy.
What underwear does is provide a hiding place for Mr. Happy. Any sight of a guy in his form-fitting underwear or swimwear, we can only assume as to whether or not he's a grower or shower, as I did with the hottie I hooked up with at that recent sex party. For we never know for sure unless we have a chance at that intimate moment with him to get an unveiling. Isn't that why we've beaten off to a gazillion underwear catalogs in our lifetime?


So when you get off on seeing a guy in his form-fitting underwear or swimwear, what you are really getting off on is the fact that you are subjecting ourselves to ---- a mere tease. A sweet taste of things to come ---- if you should be so lucky.
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