Yes, I know it's been forever since I posted. Life has been, in a word, crazy! So get off my ass! (Unless of course you've got a big fat cum-dripping cock, then by all means... but I digress.)
Anyway, for a long time I've wanted to share with you the story of where Chrissy came from - how all this began. So, here goes...
When I was about 12, I got bored one day and started rummaging through my sister's closet. I have no idea what I was looking for, or what I expected to find (money? duct tape? Who knows) but what I found was a blue satin teddy that looked kind of like this -
Or maybe it was more like this...
Or hell, maybe like this...
It even had a blue satin robe that went with it - like this one -
Anyway, it was a blue satin teddy - exactly the color of the outfit in that first pic.
I don't know why, but that first day I just looked at it. The next time I was home alone I started to touch it. At first, just with my hands,then I rubbed it on my arms, and then I took off my shirt and rubbed it against my chest.
Before I knew it I was naked in my sister's room, rubbing the teddy all over myself. The feel of the satin was almost more than I could handle.
I quickly put it away and got dressed - terrified that I was going to get caught. But that satin called to me. At school, at the dinner table, at grandma's house - all I could think about was that teddy that smelled vaguely of sex.
I knew what I had to do. I had to wear it. Why? That wasn't normal. Boys don't wear lingerie. Boys don't dress up in satin.
I was on the way home on the school bus, sitting in the back of the bus with a raging hard-on, and I knew what was waiting for me at home. I didn't even notice the girl 2 rows ahead of me that I always had a crush on. She didn't matter anymore. I couldn't wait. I almost ran home from the bus stop, eager to feel that satin again.
I stripped down and slowly pulled the teddy from its padded hanger. My left foot slipped into the teddy. As my right foot slipped in I felt the satin brush my calf. It was the most electric feeling I could imagine. As I pulled it up and slipped the spaghetti straps over my shoulders the satin slid between my legs. It was a feeling I had never dared to dream of.
I was hooked. At first, I would just try it on and then hang it back up. Within a week I was rushing home from school to slip into my new teddy and then prancing around the house in it. Sometimes I'd dance around in it, other times I'd just lounge around on the couch in it. But I will never forget just how wonderful that sexy little teddy felt...
Or maybe it was more like this...
Or hell, maybe like this...
It even had a blue satin robe that went with it - like this one -
Anyway, it was a blue satin teddy - exactly the color of the outfit in that first pic.
I don't know why, but that first day I just looked at it. The next time I was home alone I started to touch it. At first, just with my hands,then I rubbed it on my arms, and then I took off my shirt and rubbed it against my chest.
Before I knew it I was naked in my sister's room, rubbing the teddy all over myself. The feel of the satin was almost more than I could handle.
I quickly put it away and got dressed - terrified that I was going to get caught. But that satin called to me. At school, at the dinner table, at grandma's house - all I could think about was that teddy that smelled vaguely of sex.
I knew what I had to do. I had to wear it. Why? That wasn't normal. Boys don't wear lingerie. Boys don't dress up in satin.
I was on the way home on the school bus, sitting in the back of the bus with a raging hard-on, and I knew what was waiting for me at home. I didn't even notice the girl 2 rows ahead of me that I always had a crush on. She didn't matter anymore. I couldn't wait. I almost ran home from the bus stop, eager to feel that satin again.
I stripped down and slowly pulled the teddy from its padded hanger. My left foot slipped into the teddy. As my right foot slipped in I felt the satin brush my calf. It was the most electric feeling I could imagine. As I pulled it up and slipped the spaghetti straps over my shoulders the satin slid between my legs. It was a feeling I had never dared to dream of.
I was hooked. At first, I would just try it on and then hang it back up. Within a week I was rushing home from school to slip into my new teddy and then prancing around the house in it. Sometimes I'd dance around in it, other times I'd just lounge around on the couch in it. But I will never forget just how wonderful that sexy little teddy felt...
