A few weeks ago, I surprised Xav with a Japanese schoolgirl uniform for his birthday. Tight blouse, short skirt, the whole fantasy. I thought it’d be a fun, one-time thing.
Apparently not.
Since that night, he’s become obsessed. He’s been bringing home other school uniforms, SAJC, ACS, Woodgrove Sec, ACJC, NYJC. I don’t even know where he’s getting them, but they’re all perfectly folded and still in brand-new packaging. Like… does he have a secret supplier?
Don’t get me wrong, I play along. It’s not exactly hard to slip into a skirt and let him ravish me like a forbidden secret. But I still don’t totally understand the appeal. The uniforms don’t stay on for long. Half the time, they’re pulled aside or yanked off before anything really begins.
When I asked him what it is about them that drives him so crazy, he just smirked and said, “It’s a guy thing.”
Cool. That told me absolutely nothing.
So here’s my question for all of you:
What’s the deal with the school uniform kink?
Is it the innocence? The control? The taboo? The aesthetic? Or is it just a deep nostalgia thing I’ll never fully understand?
If you’re someone who’s into it, or if you’ve been with someone who is — I’d love to hear your take. Leave a comment or DM me. No judgment, just curiosity.
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