Delightfully unique- whatever or whomever I'm writing in consent, romance, and lust.
I admit, while I loved looking up Molly's upskirt (normally I don't like this genre of picture either, Kayla), something about gazing at her loveliness led me to being philosophical and thinking of my Audrey- or it may have been a mixture of my period and struggles with therapy and doctor- because neither are currently working in my favor :( .
Is it transphobic-more than just sexist- to think of upskirts of transgender people in skirts... that is, unless the person invites you to look?
I'm made to think of that Jessica-woman from YouTube, the Deaf/lesbian/married/British/disabled one... she had her one vlog about having something with the acronym of POTS... and says she jokes with her mum about knowing places by their ceilings since she lays on the floor during flares. Does her wife ever wear skirts that she can get upskirt views?
Audrey seldom-if ever-wears gaffs. If you don't know what gaffs are, they're specially made underwear that allow transgender women who haven't had the full range of "under the belt" gender confirming surgeries, drag queens, crossdressers, genderfluid, and other AMAB people to wear clothes that would show a penile bulge to hide it in tight clothing. How I love to gaze at the shape of her cock nestled against her belly, especially when she's picked the tight red dress that The Queen/Onyx and I both love so much, the fabric stopping just far enough down her deep brown thighs that make me think of the beauty of dusk, when it's almost safe for me, that covers her balls that lead my mind down the path of alliteration that I struggle against.
Upskirt... up Audrey's skirt... her satiny, smooth calves and thighs, the seductive wreath of pubic hair that teases my tongue and nose as I nuzzle her large scrotum, her moans growing louder, and the trail of her that leads my gaze to her long, thick cock, growing erect as if my gaze is a touch. Of course with Audrey and I, a gaze is a touch is a caress is a passionate embrace.
My first girlfriend wasn't... isn't... a stone butch, but yet I don't think I've ever seen her in a dress, except for pictures in her wedding dress when she got married during the time our lives were parted. I'm sure I gave her plenty of upskirts when I bothered to even put on clothes around her. Not that I ever tried to be modest as this culture sees it.
It's been so many a year, a feminine body that isn't Audrey's body, that doesn't call into question what a feminine body even is. Well not a flesh-and-blood feminine body, since Vala, Ailee, Iona, and more have taken virtual tumbles in bed and on the screen with me.
Do I deny my Master upskirts by being a nudist? I'm not sure He cares. I've taken pictures of my freshly shaven pussy and texted them to Him, like when He was at work, from a similar angle (not angel) as many upskirts.
I think... wanting to look up a skirt without permission is always a negative, but with permission? Audrey's is the only skirt belonging to a trans person I wanna look up. Not sure what that means.