“I wish I had invented blue jeans. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity – all I hope for in my clothes.” ~ Yves Saint Laurent
I love this quote, that jeans have both modesty and sex appeal, expression and simplicity. They can be all these things and many more besides because jeans are the most versatile item of clothing that exists in my opinion especially when you think have they also essentially evolved into skirts, dresses, shorts, shirts, waistcoats (vests for you Murricans) and jackets. Damn you can even buy handbags and cushions made out of old denim.
For me jeans have been a bit of a problem child in my life. You see I am short, really rather short, and most jeans are not made for short people like to me. Even the ones that claim to be short cut tend to pool around my ankles looking ridiculous but then about 7 years ago my life with jeans was transformed when I traveled to Philadelphia to hang out with some man I had met on the internet and he introduced me to Old Navy who, I discovered, not only sold jeans that were a bargain price but that their short leg cut actually fucking meant that and they fit me perfectly. My life was changed completely in so many ways but the trip to Philly and that includes having jeans that fit me. Sadly it also means that I have to stock up on jeans when I am there because Old Navy doesn’t exist in the UK. Jeans for me are just a happy versatile item of clothing, when they fit well they feel nice and make me feel good about the way I look but they are not in and of themselves a turn on to me, the same can not be said for how I feel about them on men.
If any of you follow my Tumblr you may have noticed that I regularly repost images of men wearing jeans and if you are super observant you will know they are not wearing just any old jeans but fly button ones because fly button jeans are as hot as fuck!
Fly button jeans fit differently to those with a zipper, well as long as they are the right fit for the person wearing them that is. They have a tendency to emphasis his bulge. Whenever Michael wears fly-buttons my hands will always go a-roaming. I just can’t help it. I will trail my fingers down over those buttons and then cup that denim clad bulge in my hand. Sometimes I will even slide a finger through one of the little gaps between the buttons just to see if he is wearing any underwear.
There is more….
I am sitting on the kitchen table talking to him. He comes up to me and kisses me. He pushes his body into mine. Between my legs I feel the hard coarse material of the trousers he is wearing, the solid metal bumps of the buttons pressing into my cunt….
He pushes me down onto my knees, my face is eye level with his crotch, he slowly un-buttons, one metal stud at a time. I lick my lips in anticipation….
He is not wearing any underpants, he undoes a couple of the buttons and pull out his cock so it protrudes from his jeans. He fucks me like that, me naked and him fully clothed. The material rubs up against my skin, the buttons press into the folds of cunt. When he is done he steps away and I can see dark patches around the opening of his jeans where my juices have dampened the material.
Fly-button or zipper there is something about a man in jeans that just does it for me. Don’t get me wrong I can appreciate a man in a suit or wearing smart clothes but at no point do I look at him and think he is going to hunt me down in the woods, drag me through the undergrowth and defile me on the woodland floor, nor is he going to push me up against a wall is a dirty back alley way and have his way with me. No, in my mind that man who is going to that is definitely a man wearing jeans, preferably fly-button ones of course.