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MINE.

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⧿Jason Momoa 5 minutes ago Reply

Jason wasn't sure when it started. Or what perked his interest up to make the step and buy a pair for himself. Perhaps it was a past girlfriends fault; he liked women once upon a time, and when he did, were his kink. 

They still are. He's had male lovers, cute twinks that had a great (which they knew) and flaunted with cute underwear. Lace, leather, some with cut out asses and jock straps. God, the man loved them all. But lace, the most.

He loved feeling the fabric against his skin with each . How they gently brushed against his , or, better yet, how a past lover would grind on his bare whilst wearing a pair.

He didn't know when the switch went off in his head from wanting his lover's to wear them, to Jason wandering into Victoria's Secret, picking out the biggest, tiest pair he could find. Though he was sure of wanting to wear them, his shaky hands settled on wrapping the fabric around his hand and his , effectively ruining them not an hour after purchasing them. 

After trial and error of sizes, the actions of visiting often teaching the women who work in the store to keep an eye out for a y man with long locks, he discovered what fit him well and what caused his to peek out, excited or not. 

He felt wonderful wearing women's . He's finally fitting in his own skin, and it gives him a beautiful amount of confidence that men often dream of having. Including himself, which is why he starts wearing them outside the house. He wasn't doing anything special; perhaps picking up groceries or taking a stroll down the street to drop off mail. It feels good, having a secret such as this, one that no one would ever guess of him keeping under lock and key.