Knights in White Satin

The choice to wear women’s stockings and suspenders is a matter of personal preference and individual expression. While it may not be a common practice for all men, some individuals may find enjoyment, excitement, or a sense of empowerment in wearing these items traditionally associated with women’s attire. It is important to approach this topic with openness and respect for individual choices, as personal preferences and expressions of identity can vary widely. For some individuals, wearing women’s stockings and suspenders may be associated with specific fetishes or interests, such as cross-dressing or role-playing. In these cases, the act of wearing such garments can be a way to explore or embody different aspects of their identity, fantasies, or sexual experiences. It is worth noting that gender identity and sexual orientation are separate from clothing choices. Some men who wear women’s stockings and suspenders may identify as cisgender (their gender identity aligns with their assigned sex at birth) and heterosexual, while others may identify as transgender, non-binary, or have different sexual orientations. Clothing preferences do not necessarily determine one’s gender identity or sexual orientation. Ultimately, it is important to respect and accept individual choices when it comes to personal expression and attire, as long as they do not infringe upon the rights or well-being of others. It is essential to foster an environment of inclusivity and understanding, where individuals can freely express themselves without fear of judgment or discrimination.

I love wearing feminine clothes, especially long stockings and those underwear that expose my buttocks, because I have them big and hard I imagine the pleasure of men when I let them knead, kiss and enjoy pouring their milky white paste on them. It’s very exciting. – Sergio

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Dear Sergio and all the cross-dressers I have known and “known,”
Seb, this is a great post with absolutely gorgeous photos.
In my life I have known and had sex with three cross-dressers, all of whom were wonderful people and amazing lovers. I’ll tell you about one of them. We met only twice although after our second meeting, we wanted to go on and on, but you know how it is, fate intervened and we never saw each other again. The first time we met, it was cold and I was nervous. My friend was dressed as a man. He was lovely, hospitable, offered me a beer. He didn’t want to kiss. He was a big man and had a big cock. We started making out, pulling our clothes off in his small trailer, me loving his huge cock, he offering himself to me, but I just couldn’t get it up. I think I gave him a blow job. I just remember how incredibly sweet he was, helping me not feel inadequate which of course I did. Time passed, we kept in touch, we had a common bound, both having worked in Indonesia. And we had the same name. He told me something about himself and about his “fuck buddy,” with whom he cross-dressed and had wild sex. I expressed my interest in his cross-dressing. We met again, in warmer weather. This time when I went through the door, there he was as a “woman,” wig, tits, short skirt. I came up to him and he kissed me passionately! Wow, now you kiss me, what a kiss! I felt down under his short skirt and there was nothing there except his giant erect cock. I don’t know what this says about me, but that moment of contact with this lovely man’s cock under his skirt was simply an amazing, never to forget moment! Maybe because I was also “heterosexual” and had felt a lot of pussy under a lot of women’s skirts, to finally have a cock not pussy in my hand was exhilarating, since I’m really always have been “gay.” He sat on my lap and I fondled him as we kissed and kissed, until we just had to strip and get into bed, where we had one of the most passionate sex of my life. (He told me later he also thought it was mind-blowing!) We had been rolling over and under each other kissing and fondling each other when, in a moment, I went inside him, no condom, pushing my cock as deep as I could (now I was hard!) and he suddenly cried out and shot his cum across the room. I came the next moment inside him. We sort of pulled ourselves together. My dog and faithful companion in my adventures in that period of my life needed to get out of the car for a pee. I got dressed. His wife would be home soon. We thanked each other. I drove home. I never saw him again. That was about 25 years ago.

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