a/k/a, an Ode To Legs
I’ve often written about Sebastian’s legs, but his aren’t the only I admire. Last year at camp I met a boy who’s legs impressed me. So much so that when I saw him on the D.O. site this year I had to send him a message to compliment those gams.
It was, essentially, my super shy, extremely ineffective way of saying “Holy shit I’d like those wrapped around my head/waist/other body part which legs could be wrapped around.”
Really, I ought to just say that next time. It would be a nice follow up to “You’ve got fantastic legs”. But it seemed to work well enough and when I ran into him he pointed out his stocking clad legs. Is there anything better than stockings on a man’s legs? Yummy!
I must digress for a few moments – holy god in heaven do I love men’s legs. Really. They’re becoming my new ‘thing’. Asses and legs. They’re so close in proximity, and right around the cock as well – three of my favourite things all in one place. I think that’s where it comes from – they all tie together. When I’m admiring a delightful derriere, I follow the lovely line of his legs, and when I’m admiring legs, well, hello! there’s ass!
They also play a subtle but important part of some of my favourite activities. The rare times I strap it on and fuck a man in the ass – legs wrapped around my waist. And I can’t count the number of times I’ve had men’s legs over my shoulder or in one hand while fucking his ass. Cock sucking, of course also puts me near legs. Beautiful men’s thighs which I can rub my cheeks against when I give my mouth a rest, wrap my arms around to keep him from moving…
These things are probably where my leg obsession came from. That, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I will never forget the first time I saw that movie and saw a man in fishnet stockings…Tim Curry’s legs may have changed my life. They were utterly gorgeous, and clad in those stockings…yum. That is all I can say. Yum.
That was probably a pretty big factor in this particular camp adventure. Standing on a porch, outside a garish yet oddly tasteful orgy room with moans leaking out the door, and a gorgeous man in stockings standing quite close to me. Heels, fishnet thigh high stockings, and a vinyl skirt, with all my favourite parts accessible to my wandering hands, and oh, wander they did. I love textures too, fishnet over a strong thigh,sexy panties over delightful ass…
This must be why men in skirts are so hot. The legs and the ass are right there, on display, in a way that a suit just can’t show them off, and again, that accessibility thing. I love it! Three times over camp weekend, I got to flip up skirts on gorgeous men and have at. (Ok, technically two of them were kilts, but kilts are close enough to skirts in my book!)
Despite my leg obsession, the conversation was very lighthearted and silly, which I always enjoy.(I don’t write about it much, but I really like when sex is silly. Physically, it looks silly, so why shouldn’t we have some fun now and then? For example, the pretty boy with pretty legs, Spango, was wearing a bustier with false boobs which lit up and changed colours.) Some how, the conversation turned to blow jobs, which I mentioned were my chosen method of making friends in college. Oral sex, the friendly hello. Something along the lines of ‘So, you want to go make friends’ came out of his mouth, and then we were off into one of the Sex-O-Rama rooms.
Oh. My. This might have been some of the most fun I had at camp. I love pretty responsive men who fuck with gender dynamics. (That’s something I discovered when playing with a past ex of mine. His thing was wanting to be fucked like a girl. When he’d get hard, he had tons of precome, and he’d be soaking through his shorts while I groped him. And there was just something so hot about him moaning about how wet he was getting, like a naughty girl. Guh.) So when running my lips and tongue over Spango’s neck, and getting those lovely physical and vocal responses, and hearing him say how he was as sensitive as a girl…that was a zing right to my cunt. And the responsive, sensitive man nipples! They were even better for the gorgeous bustier he had on, where the peeked out while we were playing. But yeah, responsive, sensitive man nipples! I love man nipples…they get so little attention. They deserve more.
I must say, nothing beats flipping up a skirt, pulling down a pair of lacy panties, and having cock right there, ready to go. I don’t think his panties actually made off…nothing else did. I don’t remember if I got naked either, but goddamn, it didn’t matter, because I had a cock in my mouth, and fishnet covered legs in my hands!
And here is where I recalled that fishnets chafe. Because after sucking his dick, we fucked, and I rode his cock. (whee!) And it was fun and sexy and funny, and good goddamn times. Sex with awesome people rocks. How can I not enjoy having sex with a boy who can quote ‘You can call me Al‘ back to me while we’re fucking? And who doesn’t think I’m completely insane for quoting it in the first place?
Really, as I mentioned before, being silly during/before/after/in/around/whatever sex is underrated. Sex is inherently funny! Quoting stupid songs and making jokes is just as fun as dirty talk and face slapping. While we were relaxing after fucking, somehow Spango and I started talking in British accents. No rhyme or reason. Just some Brit-type accents.
Even the aftermath and my chaffing was funny. While walking around the rest of the night, particularly walking home from my later, fire-play date, my poor thighs were all rough. The next day too, even wearing jeans was rough. But fishnets…ah, fishnets. I’ll taking the chaffing any day for the right pair o’gams!
Help get me to Winter Fire for my birthday, for more adventures!
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