Mad About Boxer Shorts

Call me a fetishist, call me twisted, call me whatever you like—but what turns me on most in a man I’m about to have sex with is him wearing boxer briefs. And the longer they are, the better. As long as they’re tight, hugging his ass cheeks firmly, outlining the magnificent bulge of his hard cock.

I go crazy the moment I slowly, carefully, almost ceremoniously pull them down—pressing the elastic waistband, yanking it sharply downward, and then his cock springs straight into my face. Especially when, most of the time, it hits me on the nose or cheeks, I nearly cum from the arousal flooding through me. My pussy fills with wetness and I pounce on his cock like a wild animal, giving it everything I’ve got, making him feel it. Because one or two good hard slaps to the cock are the perfect prelude to the special blow job that follows. Not rarely, I pull his cock out directly through the opening of his underwear and start licking it, caressing his balls over the fabric. I’ve got plenty of alternative solutions, and thankfully, a rich imagination. Something all the men I’ve fucked in recent years have acknowledged.

Whenever it happens—and unfortunately it happens quite often—that my would-be lover isn’t wearing boxer briefs, I force him to go to the bathroom first and change. I’ve bought plenty, in various designs and sizes, for exactly such occasions. If someone refuses—either because he doesn’t like them or because he’s in a rush to fuck me—I hand him my cock and send him packing. Let the monastery suit him just fine…

First, I caressed my tits. I squeezed the full, white flesh with both palms. My skin instantly tightened. I wet my fingers and rubbed my dark nipples in circular motions. I felt them harden and stiffen. I licked my dry lips and let out a long, deep moan. I pressed my thighs together, and the fabric slipped into the slit of my pussy.

My thick labia pressed against it, and I felt pussy juice soaking my thirsty cunt. I slid one hand between my legs and pushed the underwear deeper inside me, twisting my body to the side. With my other hand, I squeezed my tits as hard as I could, then caressed the round mounds of my ass. That touch, over the boxer briefs, feels like a pleasant tickle, unimaginably pleasurable. I ran my middle finger between my ass cheeks, along the sensitive cleft, and teased my asshole before pushing it inside. The sphincter clenched, and I slowly pulled my finger out, leaving part of the fabric inside my ass.

With my eyes closed and moaning, I began twisting and turning on the bed like a bitch in heat or a pampered cat in January, if you prefer. But this wasn’t enough to bring me to the orgasm I so desperately craved. So I lay flat on my back, legs spread wide, and grabbed my sensitive, yet well-trained from frequent fucking, labia and squeezed them hard, as if they were Simos’s large, hairy balls. I should mention here that I never fantasize about anyone other than the lover I’m currently fucking. I’m not one of those unfaithful bitches who fuck one man while thinking of another. When it comes to that, I simply change lovers. I kept pulling my labia upward, pressing them down, separating them like rose petals and squeezing them tightly shut, always making sure to trap part of the fabric between them. It was as if I were wringing cum straight from his cock into my pussy hole. Now that my own sweat had mixed in, it was even easier. I’d soaked it more than my sheets. Then I started pinching them and giving them small, hard slaps, just as Simos often does with his thick cock. I could almost see him in front of me, holding his cock in his hand, mercilessly whipping my labia with it, aiming at my open pussy hole. My vaginal muscles began to spasm, and I brought together the three fingers of my right hand. I pressed them against my aroused clit and rubbed hard until it turned steel-hard and my fingers ached. It was as if he were rubbing his swollen cockhead against my little button, and the soft texture of the underwear enhanced the sensation.

I bit my lips, groaning, and pressed my entire palm against my excited pussy. I planted my feet firmly on the bed, lifted my pelvis into the air, forming a sensual arc, and began rubbing the entire surface with force. Friction, as we learned in school, produces heat, so I wasn’t surprised at all when my cunt literally started boiling. Along with the first gush of my pussy juice, gushing from deep within me, I also felt Simos’s cum—still hot—scorching the walls of my pussy. You see, I hadn’t showered, and his cock juice hadn’t left me all this time. And luckily so, because that sensation was unique.

I had reached the brink of hysteria. Spasms seized me, and I thrashed on the bed. I jumped high into the air and slammed back down onto the mattress with my back and legs. Suddenly, I stopped, my breath coming out of my mouth with difficulty, I’d panted so hard. I found the little button at the front opening of the underwear and pressed it exactly against my clit. I shoved two fingers into my pussy hole, stuffing in as much fabric as I could. And since Simos’s boxer briefs were several sizes larger than mine, plenty fit inside. I even pulled the loose ends floating over me until the fabric was almost snug against my body. That way, my cunt was nearly filled, as if I had inside me the cock that had fucked me earlier that same morning. I pushed the middle finger of my other hand into my asshole. This way, I relived the morning’s fucking.

My entire body was utterly exhausted from the intense effort, and my pussy could take no more. It released its fluids, soaking Simos’s underwear. I stopped fucking myself with my fingers, brought both hands forward, and pressed them with all my strength against my primary, most intimate erogenous zone. I threw my body down onto the mattress with all its weight and turned face down. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping my hands between my legs, always keeping the fabric—the dark object of my obsession—deep inside my cunt. As soon as I recovered, I got up, pulled off the boxer briefs, and tossed them into the dirty laundry, where they belonged. Then I took a shower and fell asleep, completely worn out.

Kisses Kiki