Since I had stashed my new stuff in my messenger bag, I had it with me at work all day. I could think of little else. So when the time came to go home, I was compelled to go to the restroom, hide in a stall, and try it on.
I got as far as the hot pants and one stocking before I gave up. It's all very, very small on me, and it was getting complicated. But I still managed to rub one out right there.
See, this is what happens when I go too long without relief!
Secretly living in my wife's closet: the musings of a closet transvestite. Adult content.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This is Becoming a Habit
I'm on another business trip, and as is becoming usual, I bought myself some nail polish and makeup. I bought a cheap makeup box on Ama...
-
I couldn't help but laugh when they explained why they expected me to put on the panties and bra they laid out in front of me. "Do...
-
I'm on another business trip, and as is becoming usual, I bought myself some nail polish and makeup. I bought a cheap makeup box on Ama...
-
My wife is on a trip this weekend with the older kid. I'm at home taking care of the baby. I thought this would be an ideal time to spen...
No comments:
Post a Comment