It started as a dare
My brothers prank to me
Saying I didn't have the courage to wear it
I showed him indeed,
A simple skirt
My color of red
Covered me to my knees
Fluttered in a soft breeze,
I had won this simple bet
My victory at hand
I retreated to my room at days end
Telling my brother of orange that this skirt was to meet its end,
Yet now here I sit upon my bed
Skirt hanging off of me
I could not help to find
That this felt divine,
Soft as silk it caressed my legs
And as I stroked over it
I couldn't help churr in delight,
Clothing to us has always been more a joke
We could walk naked and not be exposed
Yet now as I wore this it was not helping me hide away
The fabric upon my flesh was starting to be sinful bless
Exciting in me in new and wonderful ways,
I couldn't let my brothers know
That I had found myself a kink
I am the turtle of red
Tough
Manly
Yet here I am done in
This skirt my undoing,
I once more rubbed upon the skirt
My friend rising to greet
It was night
Time for rest
Yet now my time for delight
And  I planned on filling my need,
I stroked gently
Seeking my desired release
Losing myself in the pleasure that swelled within me,
Soon my brain added another
Oh my brother in blue
Sexy
Sleek
How would you think of me
Stroking myself with this skirt in front of you,
Would you watch me silently as you worked on yourself
Would you come up to me and lend me aid
Would you tease yourself into my flesh while I did the rest
How would you have me,
A blush bloomed upon my cheeks
All these thoughts aided my release
The skirt now was soiled
My hand now stayed
My little warriors battle at an end tucked himself away,
That skirt is now washed in secret
That skirt is now tucked away
My embarrassing secret
My secret pleasure
The skirt that was dared to me.
Stroking myself with this skirt in front of you,
Would you watch me silently as you worked on yourself
Would you come up to me and lend me aid
Would you tease yourself into my flesh while I did the rest
How would you have me,
A blush bloomed upon my cheeks
All these thoughts aided my release
The skirt now was soiled
My hand now stayed
My little warriors battle at a end tucked himself away,
That skirt is now washed in secret
That skirt is now tucked away
My embarresing secret
My secret pleasure
The skirt that was dared to me.