PantiedBBCAddict

Due to changes and not being able to upload, I don't spend much time here anymore, so apologies if I don't respond to DMS or friend requests. If you want to get in contact, you can find me on several other social media and porn sites by the same name.

I'm reworking this to make it more thorough and a better description of who I am. Pardon anything that looks incomplete.

In "real life" you'd think I'm just another average guy. Average house, car, job, family, and so on. I'm probably your next door neighbor. But you're not here to hear about my normal life.

My biggest turn-on is sexy clothes in general, and panties in particular. I can't remember a time where I wasn't obsessed with panties. Growing up in the '90s with all the low-cut trends meant getting little peeks and seeing whale-tails regularly and was freaking paradise for a sexually-confused teen. The first time I bought a pair was when I was 16. I could finally drive, my parents were gone for a couple of days, and I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a couple of pairs. One was a blue silky thong and the other was a cotton bikini with blue and pink stripes and the old signature elastic waistband. I wore those the entire weekend and absolutely loved it. There's no better feeling than waking up on a Saturday morning in nothing but a soft pair and spending the entire day rubbing and jerking and edging. Since, I've always maintained a collection as large as discretion would allow, and wear as much as I can get away with.

I've always been super self-conscious and shy about sexual stuff. I was a late bloomer, and even when I did mature, my dick is embarrassingly small: less than 1 inch soft, less than 4 inches throbbing hard. I'd always try to change in a stall in the locker room to hide my shame. I was always super-jealous of the guys with the confidence to change in front of others, talk to pretty girls, talk about sexual exploits and the like. Whenever friends would talk about sex, I'd basically look at the floor and hope nobody noticed.

That shyness and shame has persisted through my life. I'm married now, and love my wife, but know that I disappoint her sexually. She's quite submissive, which would be great if I had a dominant bone in my body. Most of the time I get so nervous about sex I lose any hard-on I had. She asks me to talk dirty, and all I can muster is "Oooh that feels so good." She tells me to do whatever I want, and I just freeze. I only once, while drunk, was able to muster the courage to ask her to suck my dick. She obliged, but of course I went soft and spent the rest of the week apologizing, even though it's what she wanted. At this point we probably only have a proper fuck once or twice a year, despite trying a couple times a week. Most of the time it ends with me eating her out to orgasm, sometimes multiple. I've come to absolutely love going down on her; I feel like I'm good at it and it doesn't matter if my cock cooperates.

Given all this it probably shouldn't be surprising that I'm into cuckold porn. It's safe to say I've fetishized my own inadequacies. The thought of another man being with my wife, and more specifically having his way with her and her loving it, drive me wild. I love to watch the power dynamic of submissive wives and husbands worshiping a bull who takes control. The idea of being objectified and humiliated as a man is incredibly arousing.

Probably because of the ubiquity of black men in cuckold-focused porn, I've developed a big BBC fetish over the years. Part of this is due to the color-contrast aesthetic. Part of it is the way that black men are portrayed as strong and confident and dominant in most porn. Undoubtedly, some of it is due to the societal taboo of interracial relationships. But above all, I think I love BBC because of the exclusivity. I think we all want what we can't have. No matter what, no matter the money I make or accomplishments I have, I can never have a big black cock. And the jealousy of that is incredibly arousing.