Erica Loves It (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Erica Loves It (Part 1)

For my entire life, I've always thought it was so unfair that girls gotto wear all the really cool clothes. They were softer material, better color choices, and looked so much better. In fact, when I was very young I wore dresses whenever I got to play with the girl next door, but that was always for the tea parties and such we liked to have. But by the time I discovered sex and masturbation I really did want to wear a dress and not just for a tea party. When I was sixteen, I began wearing panties on a very regular basis. I began painting my toe nails which meant I couldn't go barefoot any longer, at least not when anyone might see me. When I graduated from high school and realized that full time college was out of the question because of financial reasons I had discovered the ecstatic joy of wearing stockings, or at least pantyhose, beneath my jeans which were usually girls, as long as I had on socks as well. In my teen years I had begun playing with makeup and although it took me two years to do it properly in an acceptable amount of time, I have to admit that when I was fully made up and in what few girl clothes I owned, I looked pretty good and thought I should be able to pass in public. Of course I'd never worked up the courage to do such a thing but I wanted to and planned on doing so as soon as I was out of my parents’ house and on my own. And yes, I thought about sex constantly except I was always on the role of the girl, either sucking a dick or getting fucked in ...

... the ass by one. These were also things I would do after moving out and when I got enough courage to let a guy do it to me. Let me take the time to describe myself. I'm five feet five inches tall, weigh one hundred and ten pounds, not muscular by any stretch, with long, over the shoulders brown hair, pale blue eyes, light clear complexion, pouting lips, slender arms and legs, and very little body hair. In short, I looked more feminine than masculine no matter what I was wearing. As a matter of fact I'd been referred to as miss or little lady almost my entire life. I managed to get a part time job at a photography studio, which spurred my interest in doing the same thing. Photography had always been a hobby of mine and I knew I had a good eye. I'd work all day and go to school at night, learning both from experience and from school. By now, however, I only wore panties and almost always wore stockings of some sort, and every now and then I wore a bra as long as it was cool enough to validate wearing a vest. On my twenty-first birthday, I moved away from home, mostly at the insistence of my parents, but somewhat because of my longing more and more to wear what I wanted and when I wanted. Still, the money was tight and I had to budget myself on what I could buy. But between shopping at thrift stores for clothes and discount store for makeup I was slowly building up everything I needed, well except the silicon boobies I really wanted. At school, I believe anyone who talked to me for ...