I spent the evening with a few sissies in the sissy chat room. Talk about the third degree. We were discussing things I may have done with a sissy in the past and when I first discovered there was such a thing as a sissy slut or a forced bi fantasy situation. It’s interesting that I don’t think I’ve talked about how I first came upon a sissy boy.
I was 17 and he was my best friend. We did everything together and never once were we attracted to each other in a sexual way. Our parents knew this and had no problems with our friendship. We would go fishing and camping together (I was a real tom boy). One weekend we had gone camping; it had been a last minute decision. That night we got a little drunk and Francis fell in the creek. That was the moment we discovered he had forgotten to pack any extra pants or underwear. So, I told him he could wear a pair of my pants but he had to wear my panties because I did not want his man business in my pants. He put them on and I saw the blush in his cheeks. That’s when I realized that having a man wear my panties was a huge turn on for me. It made my panties damp and not the ones he was wearing. Although, I was fairly sure by the look on his face that my spare pair of panties were damp also. I teased him all night. I asked him how he liked getting in my pants. I told him how sexy he looked wearing them in a teasing tone. I could tell he was turned on by wearing them. Later that night, I heard him rustling around in his sleeping bag. I never did see that pair of panties again and I didn’t ask for them.
please let me taste the panties