Been busy at work though, but that hasn't stopped me from neglecting my boyfriend, Kevill, and treating him to yours truly dressed in shiny tights and my leotards. I've still managed to pop to sainsbury's every week to stock up on fresh pairs of tights (Black, Tan, sometimes skintight control top tights) but I prefer when I have the time to get them off the internet (My Tights.com) or from a lovely shop called Whitakkers where they sell wolfords. Not so strange you may think but I'm just a normal young guy who has let tights take over his life.

Thing is, with my appetite I can't say that I've bought them exclusively for me to wear for my boyfriend as when 've picked up a fresh pair or even asked him to pick me up a pair it's often been with the knowledge that I'd be wearing them for my lovers. I know, I know, but I just can't help myself, a fresh pair of tights is almost as refreshing as a fresh cock, albeit older and more experienced. I tell you, I've known some right pervs in my time. And I know I can refuse but I can't. The way I see it if you're going to have an affair or a string of lovers you might as well not refuse them anything then they won't refuse you much. I mean that's the whole point of an affair, to indulge in the things that you don't do with your partner, if you're only getting the same kind of sex then there's really no point.

I don't suppose I mind the same sort of sex though when it includes tights and Lycra, I guess I just like the effect my fetish has on men, especially for the first time. I suppose it's my mission to convert them to the joys of Lycra and Pantyhose! And the fact that I know full well that I'm being shagged hard up the arse through my tights by my lover when I'm supposed to be with kevill only serves to turn me on more. It's one of my fantasies that I want him to catch me, to see how much fun I'm having with someone else, with the tights he bought me to wear for him!

Still, I love him though in my own way. I've had my finger up my arse thinking about him this evening, and how many guys do you know love going for a quiet midnight stroll, finding a quiet spot and stripping off their jeans to reveal their tights for a nice long smooch? He has no idea though. If only he knew that the other night me and his best friend were lying in his others arms, kissing and laughing in our leotards. Me in blue and him in black. Fact is, I'm still with his best friend now, and is cock is hard as rock and bulging out of his leotard. We've been rubbing our Lycra crotches together for the best part of an hour and now, partly, because I keep giving that sexy smile, and partly because when Kevill phoned earlier on to see where I was, not knowing I was sitting on his best friends face, he really is ready to fuck me. And how can I refuse? I just hope that he doesn't do it as hard as last time, as my wig slipped off, and I the neighbors complained about the noise. I can't help moaning, and yelling out filthy things. Must close the window! Maybe one day I'll get dressed up in my shiniest tights, tightest black skirt, my high heels, and immaculate make-up and visit Kevill at work and tell him I'm leaving him and wiggle my arse off into the distance with my one of my lovers. Why? Because I'm worth it. Got to go now, that big hard thing glistening in my associates leotard and tights before me is just asking to be sucked and plunged up my arse.