hair is growing back

On another, less funny, note: hair has begun to show up everywhere. Prickly little things all over my belly and thighs. Black ones down the middle of my chest and in patches on my legs. Now, I really have to decide how committed I am to this...

errand list for today

my errand list hit me as funny, so I thought I'd post it:

• pay bills
• go to the bank
• pick up chocolate syrup
• buy nipple suction devices
• finish packing for the weekend

Hope you got a chuckle out of that.

enjoying the shave

The next morning, I decided I wanted to really inhabit this new shaved-bare body. So, I looked through my drawers to find something sexy to wear underneath my street clothes for the day. I knew it was going to be hot, so I needed something light.

I ended up choosing a wife-beater and a light cotton thong. I put them on and submitted front and rear shots to Addie.

I'm not particularly proud of my backside, but I thought I should send both views just to be complete.

one last pic from Friday night

I didn't find anywhere in the last few posts to put this picture, but I liked it a lot so I wanted to send it along. I like the lighting and the pose.

how Friday went (5 of 5) - girls pleasuring girls

As Addie and I chatted casually, I realized I was getting more and more anxious. I knew why too. We'd joked about it before, about some night when she would let me dress up and we would have a girl-girl experience. And we both knew that tonigh was the night.

There was a lull in the chat and Addie posted a single word. "Ready?"

I felt a shiver go down my spine. Eagerness. I typed, "yes".

She told me that she wanted me to pick the sexiest outfit I'd bought that day. The one I would wear if she took me out to a club or even a bar to meet someone. To try to pick up a man.

I paused for just a second. I had no intention of doing anything like that and she knew it. I typed, "we're not going out are we?"

She answered "laughing - of course not! This is for you and me, dear."

I typed "BRB" and went to the closet. I knew right away which outfit I wanted. Even though I loved looking at women in those pleated skirts, I knew that the one piece red dress would look better on me. I'd also bought a black sweater to wear over it. The weather didn't call for it (just the opposite!) but I loved the look.

I took off the corset and replaced it with my padded bra but kept the black panties. I put on a sheer pair of thigh-highs, then the outfit. I finished it off with my blonde wig and a new half-mask I'd made.

I took a few pictures and sent them to Addie.

I'd even brought a bottle of wine for us to "share". I offered her a picture of me holding the wine bottle.

We ended up playing for quite a while, using fingers and tongues to pleasure each other. I would love to go into details, but Addie has sworn me to secrecy.

For now, at least.

how Friday went (4 of 5) - nipple play

Back in my room, I stripped out of my street clothes and the cami and taps. I looked through the things I'd bought today and chose a too-small Victoria's Secret corset and black panties with lace around the waistband. I added a ruby-red necklace and settled down to play with the little suction bottles.

It wasn't too difficult to get them on. I took them off and on several time until I got the most suction I could. I still couldn't get my whole nipple through the mouth of the bottle, but I came close.

I let them on while I surfed, replied to some email, and waited for Addie to come back online. In all, there were on and off for over 45 minutes. Every ten minutes or so, I took them off and reattached them, trying to get a little more nipple into the bottles each time.

When Addie showed up, she complimented me on my enthusiasm and commitment. Then, she asked me to send her pictures of each nipple so she could see whether or not the suction had any effect.

I took the pictures and sent them to her right off.

Addie asked me if I wanted to try something new, something an old boyfriend had done with her. I loved the idea, me doing girl things that a boy had asked for!

She told me to try rubber banding my nipples. I took off the left bottle and stretched the nipple as far as I could, then twisted a rubber band around it four twists. I did the same on the right and was amazed at the look and feel.

We chatted online for a while, me looking down every now and then to see my nipples, bulging and swollen.

At some point a little while later, my upper arm brushed against my left nipple. I noticed it felt cold. And, there was a bead of liquid glistening at the top! It was a little scary, but, given what I'd put it through, I'm not too worried. If I see it again, I'll have it looked at.

how Friday went (3 of 5) - poetry reading

The next part of my evening was a local poetry reading. It was an author I'd heard of but never read. I found some of his things online and found them very good, fascinating but still accessible. I got to the bookstore at ten after nine. They'd not started yet, he was going to be late. I wandered around the bookstore, thumbing through pages of art and photography books, looking at the poses and wondering if I could recreate some of them when I got back to the hotel. Given that I am working with the 3-second delay bult into my laptop, my options are limited. And, I'm using room lighting and no props. Still, some of the idea seemed workable. I realized as I looked at the books that nearly all of the shots I'd taken so far were mostly standing, me directly facing the camera. Not very interesting compositions at all. I went back to the room at 9:20. There were only four people there and the manager was still stalling. I wondered if she was waiting for more customers or if the author was late or if it was something else. At 9:35, I decided I'd spent enough time there. I was anxious to get back to the hotel room and try some new poses. So I left. On the way home, I stopped at a local pharmacy. Another CD had told me he used small pump bottles as suction cups to elongate his nipples. I loved the idea, so I searched through the travel items for those small pump bottles that cost around $2. I took the screw top off one of them and tried it on my arm. It sucked the flesh in nearly half an inch and I nodded. These were what I wanted. I bought the pair of them and headed back to the hotel.

how Friday went (2 of 5) - full body shave and fashion show

I'd been thinking about this shave for weeks.

The first big question, of course, was "do I really want to do this?" For a lot of reasons. The guys at the gym. The folks at home. Would I really feel any different? How difficult would it be?

I'd asked a few folks about it (thank you LUSH Stories friends), I'd read up on how to do it (first use a trimmer to take it down, then a razor. And use gel, not foam.), and I'd bought moisturizer, which several people told me I would be glad I'd done.

I expressed my hesitation to Addie. She reassured me that it was my decision, nobody was pressuring me, nobody knew about it but us. I agreed.

I told her I was going to go for it. She said she'd be online when I finished. Her final warning was "this is going to take a lot longer than you might guess."

I went into the bathroom and stood in the tub.

The shaver I'd brought has a 1/8" guard. I started with my left leg and quickly realized that the guard was causing more trouble than helping. I took it off and turned the shaver over. That worked best. The hairs started piling up on the bottom of the tub. I finished the front of my leg, thigh to ankle, then realized I needed to reach the back. "How the hell do women do this?" I wondered. It was all guesswork!

I did my best and turned to look in the mirror. I'd got a lot but there were patches of hair here and there. I went back again, more slowly this time, and looked again.

I was/am so fucking pale! And each little freckle and mosquito bite shows up like a black dot on a piece of white paper.

But it felt good. I ran my hand down my leg and noticed it right away. The feeling was so incredibly different from touching my skin before.

I was committed now. With one leg done, there was no stopping. I went at the task, moving slowly upward, doing my chest, paying special attention to the hairs around the nipples (where do those come from??!) and belly button.

When I was finished, I scooped up all of the hair (less than I'd expected) and flushed it down the toilet. (Any guy who's had to snake a drain knows why I didn't just wash it down the tub.)

I went back over everything a second time with the gel and razor, then took a warm shower. The feeling was amazing. Everything was smooth and slick. There were hairs here and there I'd missed, I went back and touched up with the razor. I'm proud to say, I didn't have a single nick. I think the gel worked.

Drying off was a shock. Unlike running a towel over my normal hairy body, which I always felt left a film of water that had to air-dry after the fact, I was actually drying myself off.

I rubbed cream over everything, taking that advice from several websites, and finally returned to the laptpo.

Addie insisted on a picture right away, which I took and sent.

She was immediately excited and I was anxious to get on with showing off my purchases. But, she typed "don't you need to be somewhere?"

I checked the clock. It was nearly 9! It had taken me just under an hour to do the shave! To be fair, there were some plumbing problems, the drains were slow and I was nervous about leaving a mess, but still...

I decided on the spur of the moment that I had to do something bold and exciting, so I put on the lacy camisole and some satin tap pants. It felt naughty and risky ("what if I'm in a car crash???") and, yes, I guess 'sexy'.

Addie congratulated me on my boldness and told me to drive carefully but to get the heck out the door before I was late!

how Friday night went (1 of 5) - getting started

Friday night's session was enjoyable and intense.

Addie showed up in the chat at around 7 o'clock as planned. We talked a bit, casual 'how was your day?' kind of chatter, letting the anticipation build for the rest of the night. I told her I'd been shopping all day and was anxious to model what i'd bought. She said she couldn't wait to see them.

In an earlier email, she told me that she thought I looked "pretty" in pink but she wanted me to try for 'sexy'. I'd written back that someone with my body can't get to 'sexy'. She gave me a pep talk that 'sexy' is more a feeling than a look. As a man, that didn't register fully. I understand that it's good to feel sexy, but we're visual creatures, guys. I was pretty certain I couldn't pull it off.

But, I'd agreed to go along with her idea and I'd shopped for Red. I ended up bringing home four pair of panties, a Victoria's Secret corset. The VS corset bears a mention: it has absolutely no support, no laces, nothing to hold and bind and define. It's a decoration piece for someone with an already-perfect body.

But, it looked sexy, so I bought it anyway.

I bought a dress and a pleated skirt and matching top. Pleats always turned me on for some reason. So, I thought it might work the other way, maybe I'd look and feel sexy in something I knew got me going.

I also bought a burgundy colored pullover, I don't know the formal name for. Chemise? Camisole? I need to do some homework.

I poured a glass of the white wine I'd bought and she did the same on her end. We toasted "to a night of adventure".

I told her there was a poetry reading I wanted to get to at 9p, so we agreed to work that into our night. We outlined the night in four main movements:

1. full body shave and fashion show
2. off to the reading
3. nipple play
4. girls pleasuring girls

I took another sip of wine and a deep breath. Showtime!

hanging with a girlfriend

I've made arrangements for a 'girls night' on Friday with a woman friend online. We'll see how it goes. I will blog about it, maybe as it happens...

second illustrated story nearly complete

I liked the idea of the first illustrated story so much I decided to do a second one. The theme continues to be "Tiffany sends culotte to The Photographer for shoots". This time, he takes her out in public, to a strip club where she dances for a group of drunk rowdies. Nothing horrible happens other than she is humiliated. I like the idea of making these stories. I wonder if anyone's reading them? This is the outfit my character shows up in at The Photographer's hotel room.

And this is the outfit he wears as they head out to the club.

To see the story, click "Illustrated Stories" on the menu bar. And please DO leave comments!

first story with pictures finished!!

For the last 2 weeks, i've been experimenting with photography. This last week, i took several sets of pics of myself in different outfits. I decided it would be fun to craft one into a story, so i did. I wrapped it around fantasies Tiffany and I have discussed, then used photos to dress it up a bit. You can read it by clicking "Illustrated Stories" on the menu bar. Please send any comments, I'm really excited about finishing my first photo essay!