I spent most of the past month in the wine country of the Central Coast of California. Eventually it was time to say goodbye to my family and my kinky friends and head home. I look a very roundabout way, driving Highway 41 all the way across the state into the Sierra Nevadas, where I spent a day or two visiting The Major (Daddy) and then headed home.
When I arrived, my lover greeted me with shrimp scampi and chardonnay and a long flat gift box full of lingerie–my reward for coming home to him. It is a La Perla Black lace vision bustier and garter belt and sheer black thigh-high stockings. It is mostly transparent and filmy and fits me perfectly — meaning the cup size is a bit small and so my breasts almost spill over the top 
I am wearing it right now and I must say that I feel incredibly feminine in it. I love the fabrics–the chantilly lace and the silk are so luxurious, and the sheer chiffon barely skims my belly when I move–making me hyper-aware of my skin. The panties are tiny and made of barely-there transparent black fabric. I wonder how many pantyboys would love to try to fit them over their bulging cocks as they stroke and stroke and stroke. I am thinking about how some of my sissies out there would absolutely ache to be able to wear something like this and look as hot as I do.
As soon as my lover saw me in this outfit he scooped me up and carried me off to the bedroom, which is why I’m in such a good mood. I’m sure all the cuckold fetishists out there would have loved to have been present for the action. My lover is hung like a bull moose and even now, hours after our last fuck, I can still feel where his cock rammed so deeply into me–so deeply that his cum is only just now starting to work its way out of me. And you know what that means, don’t you? Some lucky bastard gets clean up duty. It could be you, if you call soon 
