u/These_Low1446

Got pantsed when I was pretty young in front of a bunch of older teens and it gave me this insatiable kink I've never told anyone about. Can't shake the thought of feeling something falling from my hips and looking down to see my pants around my ankles, then my eyes travelling up to my willy.

Usually I'd use the word 'cock' but when I'm fantasising about getting pantsed I love referring to it in the most goofy, juvenile way, the way I used to when I was younger, I think because it stops me from feeling serious or powerful at all. 'Cock' is for when your strolling around in the locker room with your print pressing against your towel, but willy is for someone yanking down your pyjama shorts and humiliating you in front of everyone 🤤

Wish I had someone I could trust who I know wouldn't laugh at or lose respect for me who I could ask to come up behind me when I'm not expecting it, untie the drawstring on my shorts and pants me in front of a cute girl. Kinda want to be laughed at but also want them to think I'm impressive, compliment me on my size. Am way too horny today, just keep pulling my jeans now and tugging myself to the thought of being exposed, blushing and trying to cover myself even though it's too big for my hands.

We talk normally on the regular but recently she started sharing her thoughts on some smutty fantasy book she's been reading over text and it turned out to be such a major turn-on for me. She mentioned this romantasy book she was reading in passing and then brought it up again unprompted a few days later, kind of skirting around the details of this steamy chapter she'd gotten to in the book.

She was shy at first, worried I'd think it was too fucked up; I decided to encourage her to just go for it, and she got pretty into describing this scene involving two characters getting horny for each other because the magical familiars their minds are linked to were fucking. Honestly, it sounded hot and it was even more hot that she was so obviously into it and trying to hide that fact. My hand was drifting into my boxers even as I was texting her back and looking at the pictures she was taking of the pages.

Something about knowing that it was turning her on too, that she's almost definitely been masturbating to it herself and probably will be again. It was a bad thing to do and I know it, but I loved how cheeky she was being, how embarrassed she was at first to be talking about it. It felt so weirdly intimate, and I found it kind of endearing that she felt relaxed enough to just let go and be honest about what she likes.