The plastic pants also had a certain odor and got excited. Only later did I realize that those odors could be remnants of sperm or urine. I did not re...lize at the time that this could be the beginning of a permanent sexual need to get ready in the plastic pants. That this was the start to my sexual life with plastic pants. Just like every teenager, I also fantasized when I was wearing the plastic pants. I fantasized about everyone whether it was girls or boys they were all part of my sexual. ’ And beautiful they were. The ivory-white cloth was adorned with black and gold trim. The gold formed a long, slender dragon around the collar. The back of the robe was adorned with the very constellations Kit held so dear. ‘You must be a master seamstress. I cannot accept such a lovely gift.’ ‘You saved my life. It is the least I can do.’ She practically shoved them into Kit’s arms. ‘Put them on!’ she commanded. ‘I…’ Kit hesitated but did as she instructed. Arcane energy suffused his body.. ................................ Ohhhhh shit, another cum in my panties! I so wish these fantasies were true, but love it anyways..... love getting myself to cum!I am in a hotel all alone, supervising during the day, making myself cum during the evening. Laying on my bed in a one-piece lacy outfit with my cock, balls and asshole exposed as well as my nipples. I have puffy nipples, something that always turned me on, puffy like a pre-adolescent flat-chested girl's; the only thing sticking out. “Sure, sure. That’s fine.” I gave her directions and my address and told her to call me when she arrived in the parking garage so I could meet her. I spent the next two hours in a whirl of anxiety, barely able to focus on work. My mouth was dry and my hands were trembled. I ran home, like a guy in a Hollywood romance trying to stop the girl he finally discovers he loves before she gets on that plane that would take her away. I cursed the sluggish elevator, paced to and fro, until it at last.