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Trust
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
irritated when I left. All that buildup, and no pay off, except "think about it." Oh, I could have pressed her on it, but I really *was* tired, my emotions were in turmoil, and she looked pretty bedraggled herself. I went to bed rather confused. The problem was that I wanted something nice, something sexy to sl**p in, and didn't have it. So I couldn't feel guilty about it. But I didn't feel guilty even about *thinking* about it, not really. I thought maybe I ought to, and started feeling guilty that I wasn't feeling properly guilty, until I realized what I was doing. Well, that didn't stop me from feeling guilty, but I was so involved in being confused I didn't have much attention to spare for it. Nor did the confusion clear up the next day, when I got up and started to dress, and wistfully wished I hadn't thrown all my multiple- p panties. Which got me to thinking about *why* I stuttered so comprehensively on that word. Why even *thinking* it made me have to walk with my fists in my pockets. I had a very thoughtful evening. The Committee had a wild and woolly conference. Once I started *thinking,* or maybe a better word is *feeling,* a lot of what I thought I knew about myself started getting shaken loose. When I was in college, I used to tell people that I told about my cross-dressing that I only wore underthings, and only silky ones. Because of the *feel* of them. It was, so to speak, merely sex, merely a quirk ('And I can stop any time I really want to'). Sex is ...