A__ and I are no more. She never wanted the panties part of the lingerie I gave her, so it's still in my dresser, along with the stockings. I have moved my other stuff into the same drawer now. What the Hell's the difference? It's all my underwear, isn't it? I like the idea of having girls' clothes in my underwear drawer.
I have to fantasize about this again. For weeks, the most intensely gratifyingly sexy deed I could think of involved fucking her, no kinks involved. But I have to forget that if I want to move on. So back to lingerie for me!
I've re-read much of this file. There's a lot in there to turn me on. I want to fantasize about it again, and get totally girlified once more. I want to explore the possibilities of my fantasies again, in a systematic way.
Secretly living in my wife's closet: the musings of a closet transvestite. Adult content.
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