Guys or ladies, if you ever contemplate cycling in FBT shorts, drop the idea!! It was really arousing but at the same time, painful. Yes, I did it today, and now I am experiencing soreness around my bottom.
Today, I cycled in my house area using my brother's bike. It was a bit boring to stay at home, and I was also too lazy to go shopping, so in the end, I decided to go cycling. I woke up early, around 6 am, as my game's notification popped up.
I tried to get back to sleep but couldn't. In the end, I browsed 9gag all the way. At about 10 plus, I decided to go cycling, inspired by the photos my friend posted. I got out of my bed wearing only a grey tank top, a black bra, and a black G-string. I changed into a Blue Nike sports bra, accompanied by blue FBT shorts, and went to the toilet to freshen up.
After I was done, without bringing any stuff, I went off. Unlocked my brother's bike, parked on the first level, and cycled off. At first, I was only cycling around my house area, but too many people walked around, went to the market, and so on. Ultimately, I decided to go to the factory area near my house but quite a distance away.
By the time I reached the factory area, I was experiencing aches all around my thighs, but I continued to cycle, taking it as a form of training. Indeed, the factory area was quiet, with no humans around, only cats and dogs. There was a large field next to the factory area with only one signboard stating "private property." I wasn't sure how big it was, but by going straight, it might take a few minutes to cross.
Either it was too big, or I was exhausted. I stopped halfway through the straight road and rested. There weren't any cars or humans, only the sound of the wind and moving grass. It was scary! If I hadn't been experiencing aches, I would have continued cycling instead of resting there! I had no choice but to conquer the fear so I could take a rest. I sat on the grass patch, enjoying the wind while massaging my thighs, which were aching like hell. The sun was warm and shiny, causing me to perspire more, and not long after, my whole tank top was wet. Honestly, I don't like the feeling of having my shirt wet as it sticks to my body, causing so much discomfort. I tried to fan it, but it didn't improve. I had no other choice but to remove it and let it dry.
I removed my tank top and placed it on the grass patch beside me, but my sports bra was wet, too. I decided to bring it further since I had already taken off my tank top. I hesitated but eventually removed my sports bra, too, even though it was a bit challenging and sticky. I managed to take it off without much trouble, and TA-DAA. Topless in the wild! I placed my bra next to the tank top, watching for the surroundings, wary of the possibility of encountering foreign workers. After a while, I got used to the feeling and didn't even bother if there would be people around.
I lay down on the grass patch with my chest facing the sky. I admit, it was quite a different experience from being naked in the park or going topless at the beach. I was enjoying it, but not for long as I became aroused. It may be due to the wind or the excitement of being topless in a random place.
Being alone, I chose to take the game to the next level. I removed my FBT shorts, leaving only my G-string on. If there are any guys around, I'm definitely in trouble.
I began to play with my tits, with my left hand rubbing against the G-string, which was pressed directly onto my pussy. Simultaneously, my right hand was exploring my tit area. I could feel myself getting wetter than before, the sensations heightened through my G-string. Believe me, it was my hormones taking charge. With 75% of my clothing already gone, I decided to spice up the game by taking off my G-string. Trust me, if I were to be caught, either I would be raped or be sentenced to jail for indecent exposure.
I was so aroused that I accidentally threw my G-string far away from me. With the continued massage on my clit, it didn't take long for me to have the urge to orgasm. It was a random flick on my clit that came to my first orgasm. I could feel juices flowing out of my pussy, and the sensation that makes my legs shiver.
After the first round, I felt more tired than I had been earlier, but everyone knows girls don't stop after just one. Even after multiple orgasms, we still felt the exhilaration if we are horny.
I thought of cooling myself down before packing up, but it turned out I ended up playing again, which ended my 2nd orgasm in no time.
It was after the third round that I decided to stop, as I could feel cramps in my thighs and fingers. After the final cooldown, I put on my FBT shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all of which had dried.
As for my G-string, it was gone! I tried searching for it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. I threw it a bit too hard. Nevertheless, it's okay; at least my shorts are still around.
I returned to my brother's bike, intending to walk home instead, but due to the soreness in my thigh, I decided to ride it back. When I attempted to cycle back, I found it challenging—not because I was tired, but because the seat was rubbing against my clit and pussy. It wasn't helpful in keeping me dry, plus it was painful when going over slopes.
Ultimately, it took me 40 minutes to return home, even though it only took me 20 minutes to cycle there. Thanks to that, now not only my thighs are sore, same goes my pussy.
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Saturday, 5 July 2014
Night Jogging
Hey everyone,
Remember when I mentioned buying those blue lacy boy shorts and joking about going for a night jog in them? Well… tonight, I finally did it and let me tell you, it was even more thrilling than I imagined.
I decided to take a break from studying and head to the park near my house. Originally, I had planned an evening run, but the night called instead. I rummaged through my brother’s room and grabbed his Redbull tank top. It was huge on me, way too big but I chose it on purpose. The loose fit hung just enough to cover my chest and extend down to mid-butt, giving me a sense of concealment while teasingly hinting at everything underneath. I paired it with my Blue Nike sports bra, pink FBT shorts, and those boy shorts that had been sitting in my drawer, daring me to wear them.
The streets were unusually quiet. After a short warm-up, I started jogging, feeling the night air brushing against my skin. About 30 minutes in, my thighs ached, and I decided to rest at the nearby hut. That’s when I remembered, I was sitting in the same spot where I’d once witnessed a risqué little scene: a couple sneaking touches behind the shelter, shadows dancing in the dim light. Seeing that again triggered a rush of daring excitement. My boy shorts suddenly felt like an invitation.
Heart racing, I edged behind the nearest bushes. Carefully, I removed my pink FBT shorts, standing there in just my blue lacy boy shorts. The lace trim hugged my hips and thighs delicately, the soft, stretchy fabric clinging to every curve. They were semi-sheer enough that the faint outline of my skin was visible, teasingly hinting at more without fully revealing everything. The snug fit kept them in place most of the time, but with the tank top only covering down to mid-butt, the lower edge of the boyshorts left the very bottom of my cheeks temptingly exposed.
Remember when I mentioned buying those blue lacy boy shorts and joking about going for a night jog in them? Well… tonight, I finally did it and let me tell you, it was even more thrilling than I imagined.
I decided to take a break from studying and head to the park near my house. Originally, I had planned an evening run, but the night called instead. I rummaged through my brother’s room and grabbed his Redbull tank top. It was huge on me, way too big but I chose it on purpose. The loose fit hung just enough to cover my chest and extend down to mid-butt, giving me a sense of concealment while teasingly hinting at everything underneath. I paired it with my Blue Nike sports bra, pink FBT shorts, and those boy shorts that had been sitting in my drawer, daring me to wear them.
The streets were unusually quiet. After a short warm-up, I started jogging, feeling the night air brushing against my skin. About 30 minutes in, my thighs ached, and I decided to rest at the nearby hut. That’s when I remembered, I was sitting in the same spot where I’d once witnessed a risqué little scene: a couple sneaking touches behind the shelter, shadows dancing in the dim light. Seeing that again triggered a rush of daring excitement. My boy shorts suddenly felt like an invitation.
Heart racing, I edged behind the nearest bushes. Carefully, I removed my pink FBT shorts, standing there in just my blue lacy boy shorts. The lace trim hugged my hips and thighs delicately, the soft, stretchy fabric clinging to every curve. They were semi-sheer enough that the faint outline of my skin was visible, teasingly hinting at more without fully revealing everything. The snug fit kept them in place most of the time, but with the tank top only covering down to mid-butt, the lower edge of the boyshorts left the very bottom of my cheeks temptingly exposed.
The tank top covered just enough, down to mid-butt so that the lower half of my cheeks and my thighs were fully exposed to the breeze. I glanced around nervously, under the bushes, I was mostly hidden, but every rustle of leaves or distant sound made my pulse quicken. The wind brushing against my bare skin sent shivers through me, the sensation at once teasing and intoxicating.
Finally daring, I jogged back toward my house while clutching onto my shorts. Every step made the boyshorts rub against my dampening skin, teasing my bottom and thighs with each movement. The sensation was electric, a mixture of excitement, vulnerability, and thrill. My mind raced with the risk of being seen, making every nerve alive with anticipation.
Then panic. A bicycle appeared out of nowhere. No trees, no bushes, nothing to hide behind. My heart jumped into my throat. I slowed, tensing every muscle and clutching onto my shorts, hoping he wouldn’t notice. The sound of the pedals grew louder, my pulse racing even faster. My bottom was damp from the earlier tension, excitement, and rubbing of the boy shorts and the sensation made me squirm involuntarily as the bike rolled past. I couldn’t tell if he had seen me, and the uncertainty only intensified the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.
Shortly, I continued jogging, only finally putting my shorts back on as I neared my block, heart still hammering, cheeks flushed, every step lingering with the memory of exposure. I didn’t go all the way… not yet but who knows what might happen next time?
A quick reminder: Please use respectful language when emailing me. I value my privacy as a lady and won’t be sharing personal social media. Comments with genuine names are appreciated and I’ll only respond to those.
Updates may be slower until my exams are over, but I appreciate your support. Special thanks to GH* and Ed**** for your patience and purchases. you guys are the best!
Finally daring, I jogged back toward my house while clutching onto my shorts. Every step made the boyshorts rub against my dampening skin, teasing my bottom and thighs with each movement. The sensation was electric, a mixture of excitement, vulnerability, and thrill. My mind raced with the risk of being seen, making every nerve alive with anticipation.
Then panic. A bicycle appeared out of nowhere. No trees, no bushes, nothing to hide behind. My heart jumped into my throat. I slowed, tensing every muscle and clutching onto my shorts, hoping he wouldn’t notice. The sound of the pedals grew louder, my pulse racing even faster. My bottom was damp from the earlier tension, excitement, and rubbing of the boy shorts and the sensation made me squirm involuntarily as the bike rolled past. I couldn’t tell if he had seen me, and the uncertainty only intensified the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body.
Shortly, I continued jogging, only finally putting my shorts back on as I neared my block, heart still hammering, cheeks flushed, every step lingering with the memory of exposure. I didn’t go all the way… not yet but who knows what might happen next time?
A quick reminder: Please use respectful language when emailing me. I value my privacy as a lady and won’t be sharing personal social media. Comments with genuine names are appreciated and I’ll only respond to those.
Updates may be slower until my exams are over, but I appreciate your support. Special thanks to GH* and Ed**** for your patience and purchases. you guys are the best!
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