My Silk Pyjamas

My Silk Pyjamas

My silk pyjamas, are they an indulgence?
I suppose so, but I love the feel of them
Silk has a texture like no other fabric
A look like no other

I slide into bed and feel them against my skin
I want to touch them
My hands explore the ripples in the material,
tracing the curves of the flesh underneath
I am roused, rising, the mere act of touching fuelling my inner fires
Is this an illicit pleasure?
This tactile safari over muscle and skin.

My hand reaches down one leg as far as  I can reach
Now back up and down the other, avoiding the obvious destination
For now
I’m hard, hard as steel, silk and steel a delicious juxtaposition
I can resist no longer, my hand dives in

I feel the arousal, so obvious, yet clandestine in its silken shroud
Unseen, every touch is amplified
My rapaciously horny mind seeking sensation
My other hand reaches up to squeeze a nipple

You gasp

I love it when you wear my silk pyjamas

12 thoughts on “My Silk Pyjamas

  1. Ha! Nice one. Although I have to say I find silk impossible. I’m one of the obviously few people in the world who can’t bear the feel of it, despite how lovely it looks.

  2. I had to read that twice to work out who owned the pyjamas!
    I adore silk…the feel of it under my fingertips and against my skin.
    Mmmm. Going upstairs to change I think…

  3. We do silk sheets when we’re in the mood . . . same feel, easier access.

    Alex, how DO you get access to Suze when she’s in those? Do they have a generous opening in the front for you to . . . you know?

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