There are times when a feeling takes over me and I find myself sitting around in panties thinking about how great it would feel to have my ass stuffed full and my prostate crushed and pounded. Today is one of those days. I’m not gay, dear reader, and I would certainly tell you if I was. I often consider that unfortunate. I’m sure if I were, I could more easily find someone willing to help me with tearing off these little bikini panties and filling my ache. There have only been a few times in my life that I was able to be penetrated deeply by a partner and only in one of those occasions was I wearing panties. Neither of those relationships worked out so I find myself sitting alone on my sofa in my panties, writing this and contemplating how I intend to defile myself.

I am the proud owner of several anal toys and dildos. My two favorites are an 8 inch dildo with a lot of texture and a much thicker man o’war. At 8” in length and 1.5” in diameter the smaller of the two is usually left in the toy box to be used when I don’t have time to play but need something in me for a few hard, fast minutes. The man o’war is almost 10 inches with 8.2 insertable inches and a 2” diameter. This is the only toy in my arsenal that can satisfy my greedy colon 90% of the time. If I were careful I could use it for a few hard, fast minutes when I am in a hurry, but, I enjoy the abuse this thing can deliver too much to stop when I get started.

Today is Sunday, and like I said earlier, today is one of those days where my desires are overwhelming me. I have a meeting in the morning and I don’t want to show up with weak legs and a weak sphincter muscle. Hopefully I will be able to hold out until Tuesday. There’s nothing going on Wednesday that will require my total self control. Days like this usually start with me sitting around, horny, in a pair of panties and watching porn. There’s an empty ache in my colon. If you love anal, you know what I mean. I’ll let the day continue as much as possible like this. I may make a trip to the supermarket with my panties on under my typical cis-male clothing but I prefer to stay in and enjoy being naked in the soft panties of the day. Typical tasks become erotic when in panties. Bending over to pick up a laundry basket becomes exaggerated while I think about presenting myself to be penetrated by my perfect mate.



In an ideal world, my perfect girlfriend would be spending these kinds of days with me but sitting on the sofa in her panties watching TV while I spent the day doing her laundry and performing little tasks to keep her happy. She would treat me how many of you ladies complain that your husbands treat you. I’d be largely ignored while washing her clothes, bringing her snacks, folding her laundry and cleaning her bathroom. I would be occasionally rewarded by an unexpected smack on the bottom that I wasn’t prepared to fully enjoy. She would leave for the gym and I’d be left to spend the afternoon horny, frustrated and expected to have dinner planned and ready on time.

She would return from the gym smelling of sweat and turned on from watching the other members of the gym working out. Despite my continued requests that she shower, she would instead insist on groping me and pressuring me for head. I would finally relent to her constant selfish demand to be given oral pleasure and I’d pull her shorts and sweaty wet panties off. While she lounged on the fresh, clean sheets of the bed I’d just made, I would position myself to start eating her pussy. I would try to ignore the smell of sweaty pussy and ass and try not to think about the salty bitter taste. This attempt would be futile because of the constant pressure she put on the back of my head and from her spreading her legs and ass cheeks as wide open as possible so she could enjoy my humiliation. She would pet me through the panties I was wearing and occasionally reach in to probe around my dry anus but in the end, her groping would only be to help her escalate herself to orgasm.