Midnight Confessions

Then I met Lea. She has this incredible openness about her, a way of making you feel safe to be exactly who you are. After a while, the weight of this secret became too much, and I found myself, heart pounding, confessing my fascination with feminine attire. I braced myself for… I don’t know what, exactly. Confusion? Discomfort? But Lea just smiled, that warm, accepting smile of hers.

"Well, why haven't you ever tried anything on?" she asked, as if it were the most natural question in the world.

And just like that, a door I hadn’t even realized was locked creaked open. At first, it was tentative. She’d leave out a blouse or a skirt, casually suggesting I see how it felt. The first time I wore one of her dresses, a soft, flowing sundress, I felt a wave of euphoria I’d never experienced. It just felt… me.

Lea was amazing. She never made it weird. In fact, she embraced it. Soon, she wasn't just letting me borrow her clothes; she started buying things specifically for me. A pair of heels she thought would fit, a cute top she saw on sale. She had a better eye for my style than I did at first.

This was a big night. We were going to a friend’s party. For weeks, we’d planned my outfit. This blue dress – Lea picked it out. She said the color brought out my eyes. As I was getting ready, a little shaky with anticipation, she came up behind me, adjusted the straps of the dress, and met my eyes in the mirror.

"Tonight," she said, her voice full of affection and a hint of playful excitement, "you'll be my girlfriend."

And in that moment, standing there in that blue dress, with her by my side, I felt more myself than I ever had before. This picture captures the beginning of something truly special – not just an outfit, but a new chapter of honesty, acceptance, and the incredible joy of being loved for who you truly are.

This is the kind of dress my wife is going to wear tomorrow to a party with colleagues. She tried it on in front of me. She was very happy that I didn't mind her going like this. Then we joked if she should wear panties under this dress. Of course, there won't be a bra. She hadn't done depilation for a long time and I said that with such a bush, if the dress lifts, it will seem that there is underwear there. She blushed and said that she was thinking of removing her hair there because she didn't want anyone to gossip later if they suddenly noticed. I said I would only agree if she wore an but plug, her sister's gift for our anniversary.

So our dirty talk ended with her saying that I should satisfy her well before the party unless I want someone else to do it when she gets drunk and compliant.

Then she demanded, "Lick me." I obeyed . Starting with her feet. As my tongue made its way through the hair to her pussy she whispered "You're going to lick me when I get home. You'll try to guess if anyone was there before your tongue." After that, she finished moaning and quickly fell asleep.

Lately, I've lost myself somewhere. How long ago? Maybe two years? Maybe more?

I don't know what limit of frankness I should choose for this blog? And do I need that frankness?

I've been wanting to start a podcast for a long time, but I can't make up my mind.

I haven't smoked for most of my life. I didn't see the point or need for it. Now I smoke and it gives me pleasure. Strong cigarettes, three or four in a row. To mild dizziness. I usually smoke at night. I go outside, walk and watch the city fall asleep. For now, I'm in control of this habit. I can not smoke for several weeks. But I don't care.

I went to see her last week and we had sex for the first time since last summer. I'm addicted to her taste. I can't forget her. And we can't be together.