Log inNerd At a Halloween Party (Part 1)
Halloween. Your favorite holiday. Typically, you’d spend almost every evening in the cemetery to get your spooky fix, but after what happened in July, you’d rather spend it home with your new boyfriend. After you blew him at work while getting wedgied in his boxers, things oddly had gotten better between you two. Despite having to stop your sexual escapades in the office, you two still had lots of fun in the bedroom outside of work.
The first time you went over to his house to fuck, you decided to keep it vanilla and wear some tighty whities. Didn’t want to freak him out. Turns out, he’s a top, and will bring down the paddle if you were being too naughty, using your undies for leverage as he yanked them up your ass. You don’t know why, but you always like it when he gave you a wedgie while being spanked, despite all four cheeks being red from impact or crying. But he’d always hug you and kiss you to make you feel better.
Caleb was the best boyfriend. And tonight, you decided to make your love for panties known.
He came over to your apartment, thinking it was going to be like any other night. Dinner, Netflix, and fucking so hard your ass gets spanked from his pelvis.
You were so nervous. You had no idea how to bring it up, or if he would think you were too weird. It’s almost like coming out all over again.
As the movie ended, you were laying in top of the man, almost about to sleep. Damn he was comfortable. When you hear in a low voice, “Hey Carlos, I’ve been meaning to return these to you after I did your laundry a few weeks ago. They must have gotten mixed up with my stuff in the wash.
He then reaches into his pocket and drops on your face a pair of bright pink panties with the words “sissy” and “Carlos” written on the waistband in metallic purple sharpie. Your heart drops. You thought you lost those. And HE found them. They have your fucking name on them.
“So sissy boy, huh?” You can hear the smile in that statement. “You want to tell me something?” Halloween. Your favorite holiday. Typically, you’d spend almost every evening in the cemetery to get your spooky fix, but after what happened in July, you’d rather spend it home with your new boyfriend. After you blew him at work while getting wedgied in his boxers, things oddly had gotten better between you two. Despite having to stop your sexual escapades in the office, you two still had lots of fun in the bedroom outside of work.
The first time you went over to his house to fuck, you decided to keep it vanilla and wear some tighty whities. Didn’t want to freak him out. Turns out, he’s a top, and will bring down the paddle if you were being too naughty, using your undies for leverage as he yanked them up your ass. You don’t know why, but you always like it when he gave you a wedgie while being spanked, despite all four cheeks being red from impact or crying. But he’d always hug you and kiss you to make you feel better.
Caleb was the best boyfriend. And tonight, you decided to make your love for panties known.
He came over to your apartment, thinking it was going to be like any other night. Dinner, Netflix, and fucking so hard your ass gets spanked from his pelvis.
You were so nervous. You had no idea how to bring it up, or if he would think you were too weird. It’s almost like coming out all over again.
As the movie ended, you were laying in top of the man, almost about to sleep. Damn he was comfortable. When you hear in a low voice, “Hey Carlos, I’ve been meaning to return these to you after I did your laundry a few weeks ago. They must have gotten mixed up with my stuff in the wash.
He then reaches into his pocket and drops on your face a pair of bright pink panties with the words “sissy” and “Carlos” written on the waistband in metallic purple sharpie. Your heart drops. You thought you lost those. And HE found them. They have your fucking name on them.
“So sissy boy, huh?” You can hear the smile in that statement. “You want to tell me something?”
The first time you went over to his house to fuck, you decided to keep it vanilla and wear some tighty whities. Didn’t want to freak him out. Turns out, he’s a top, and will bring down the paddle if you were being too naughty, using your undies for leverage as he yanked them up your ass. You don’t know why, but you always like it when he gave you a wedgie while being spanked, despite all four cheeks being red from impact or crying. But he’d always hug you and kiss you to make you feel better.
Caleb was the best boyfriend. And tonight, you decided to make your love for panties known.
He came over to your apartment, thinking it was going to be like any other night. Dinner, Netflix, and fucking so hard your ass gets spanked from his pelvis.
You were so nervous. You had no idea how to bring it up, or if he would think you were too weird. It’s almost like coming out all over again.
As the movie ended, you were laying in top of the man, almost about to sleep. Damn he was comfortable. When you hear in a low voice, “Hey Carlos, I’ve been meaning to return these to you after I did your laundry a few weeks ago. They must have gotten mixed up with my stuff in the wash.
He then reaches into his pocket and drops on your face a pair of bright pink panties with the words “sissy” and “Carlos” written on the waistband in metallic purple sharpie. Your heart drops. You thought you lost those. And HE found them. They have your fucking name on them.
“So sissy boy, huh?” You can hear the smile in that statement. “You want to tell me something?” Halloween. Your favorite holiday. Typically, you’d spend almost every evening in the cemetery to get your spooky fix, but after what happened in July, you’d rather spend it home with your new boyfriend. After you blew him at work while getting wedgied in his boxers, things oddly had gotten better between you two. Despite having to stop your sexual escapades in the office, you two still had lots of fun in the bedroom outside of work.
The first time you went over to his house to fuck, you decided to keep it vanilla and wear some tighty whities. Didn’t want to freak him out. Turns out, he’s a top, and will bring down the paddle if you were being too naughty, using your undies for leverage as he yanked them up your ass. You don’t know why, but you always like it when he gave you a wedgie while being spanked, despite all four cheeks being red from impact or crying. But he’d always hug you and kiss you to make you feel better.
Caleb was the best boyfriend. And tonight, you decided to make your love for panties known.
He came over to your apartment, thinking it was going to be like any other night. Dinner, Netflix, and fucking so hard your ass gets spanked from his pelvis.
You were so nervous. You had no idea how to bring it up, or if he would think you were too weird. It’s almost like coming out all over again.
As the movie ended, you were laying in top of the man, almost about to sleep. Damn he was comfortable. When you hear in a low voice, “Hey Carlos, I’ve been meaning to return these to you after I did your laundry a few weeks ago. They must have gotten mixed up with my stuff in the wash.
He then reaches into his pocket and drops on your face a pair of bright pink panties with the words “sissy” and “Carlos” written on the waistband in metallic purple sharpie. Your heart drops. You thought you lost those. And HE found them. They have your fucking name on them.
“So sissy boy, huh?” You can hear the smile in that statement. “You want to tell me something?”
