Bit of a placeholder this week, while I wait for some sort of inspiration to return. I recently had the following DM exchange with a good friend of mine:
Her: What are you wearing?
Me: Navy blue jumper. Red-and-white checked shirt. Blue jeans (501s). Tight navy boxers.
Her: Can you take a pic of your cock sticking through the button fly for me?
Me: Soft, semi-erect, or fully hard?
Her: Soft, then I can imagine how I could get it hard.
I like zips. Zips are hot. They’re just mainly hot on the back of a dress, or the side of a tight black pencil skirt. On jeans, I’ve always preferred a button fly. It can be a little cruel on clumsy fingers, but then so can a bra clasp – overall, it feels like a fair exchange. And buttons are so satisfying. They give way with a pop, and as each one jumps free a little more skin is exposed. It’s the same with shirts, of course – the slow tease just works – but a button fly is more versatile, because it can also be ripped open (in a very manly way!) without the material being destroyed.
I took this photo because someone asked me to take it. I like this photo because…well, because someone asked me to take it! But also because it makes me think of grazed knees (yours), a heavy belt (mine), a tight skirt and bare legs (yours), a shirt almost translucent with sweat (mine), big dark eyes (yours), fingers squeezing metal buttons through denim holes (mine), a soft and eager tongue (yours), and tensed, trembling thighs, which buckle the moment you take my cock in your mouth.
I’m wearing those same button-fly jeans as I type this. Though not for long…