Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

From “The Shower” many have been waiting for Jamie to be spanked, she didn’t get it at the Halloween party but she was very naughty. This time Steve decides it’s time to show his wife who’s boss. Oh and you will meet the Phantom too, for those who wondered who he was.

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On the ride home, Jamie was uncharacteristically quiet. Steve shifted into fourth gear before resting his hand on her leg.

“What’s the matter babydoll?”

She took a deep breath “Steven, when you left earlier, the man with the Phantom mask surprised me”. Steve was more than a little surprised but he went with it anyway.
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As Gabrielle opened one eye to greet the morning, she let out a slight moan, a sound to softly curse the bright sunshine falling across the bed, and to reprimand her husband for moving from their heavenly positions. Already she could feel his weight shift upon the bed and feel his arms slip out around her entwined body, a position they had snuggled up to late last night. Perhaps on any other night the two could not have slept in such a position so soundly, so cuddled up, their bodies pressing so tightly that sleep would have escaped them. Last night though, the two slept so soundly that it only could have come about from the most satisfying of sex. The two of them had truly had become one, just as the great book had said, and Gabrielle moaned again, a low volume curse that told her husband she wanted to remain in that position truly forever.
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Let me tell you about this morning…… not sure if it was a dream…. or the good nights sleep…. or just my wandering mind…. but I woke up this morning, with a very clear picture of you sitting naked on the futon…. I was kneeling down with your cock in my mouth…. tears rolling down the side of my cheeks because I was thrusting it deep into my throat….looking up and seeing the look of pleasure on your face… feeling your hands in my hair…. pulling through it as you pushed my face down while simultaneously pushing your hips up….
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April’s door was unlocked, just as she’d promised. Good thing, because I wasn’t looking forward to sitting on the porch until she got home from work. It’d been a six-hour drive to get from my place to hers, and damned if I was going to get back into that car for anything.

I had been dreaming about this trip for months, fantasizing about laying eyes on the woman of my dreams since she and I had first met online. Ah, my first conversation with her, images of us forming in my mind. To have actually found another lesbian that I clicked with. Then the first phone conversation. We had clicked instantly, her sexy laugh and seductive voice. I had hoped I sounded half as good to her as she did to me. Something must have been there, because three months later I was letting myself into her home, preparing to meet her for real.
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This is an exercise in the PURE sensations of self-gratification. It may seem cold at times…But I wanted to express the nuances of the reactions of one’s body during self-exploration…I hope that you enjoy, Turtledove.

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I lie here, shaking in anticipation, next to my sleeping mate. His snores tell me that his slumber is deep, my pleasure safe.

Large craving breasts surround my tender nipples, hard with desire. My hands softly caress each peak, enticing them to harden all the more. Sweet delicious sensations travel to my excited core, causing my thighs to clamp together to enhance each wave to miniature crescendos.
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Eight month’s pregnant Brenda Peters waited with the other patients in Doctor Robert’s lounge. Her boyfriend, a married man had left her when he learned of her pregnancy. The eighteen-year-old blond single mother to be was the next to be seen. Brenda had been seeing him once every few weeks ever since her third month. Doctor Robert’s, who was a handsome man in his mid thirties, had a gentle touch. Her mind recalled her previous visits as her panties dampened. She crossed her legs tightly to curb the feelings stirring within her.
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I would have never thought I could get sexually aroused from someone smoking a cigarette, until, I saw my mother’s friend puffing heavily on one. I had the biggest crush on my mother’s Latin friend Carmen. Carmen was a very sexy 33-years-old Puerto Rican women; she took pleasure in dressing extremely slutty turning on all the guys on the block and rumored to have fucked most of them.

Every time, she would come into my house to visit my mother I’d be so delighted. Secretly admiring her from a far, I would be so turned on by her accent, long black hair, and her shiny black colored lips.
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I just had to do it. See, Sarah has 3 young children, no job, no husband and not a lot of money. Yep, I will put on a Santa suit to give presents at her house. It’s not like I mind. I always loved Christmas; Santa’s character, shopping for presents, snow gently covering the city, everything. I got inside my car and was on my way to her house.

I parked 4 houses away, and walked up to the back door, as instructed. There she was, like we had said, waiting for me at 10′o clock. She was only wearing a white night gown, and seemed to be lost in her thoughts while watching the snow fall. She looked pretty nice for a woman of that age. Short brown hair, with a delicate face, deep brown eyes, medium-sized but firm-looking breast and a butt I’d like to grab and stab! As I began drifting in my own thought (probably dirtier than her’s) too, I startled her. She laughed, silently, and opened me the door.
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Author’s Note : Originally writen by me, under my former pen-name Peg-Leg Dukk. I hope you enjoy it, and please do send feedback, and vote! - SRS

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Everyone, no matter who they are or where they came from, has a fetish.

I’ll give this example: back when I was in the military, I had a roomie that had a secret… he slept in women’s lingerie. I’m talking the whole nine-yards; teddies, panties and stockings. I only know this because I caught him by surprise one night, after coming back to the barracks earlier than usual from the NCO club. He wasn’t too keen on my knowing about this twist in his knickers (forgive the pun), explaining that he had an ex-girlfriend that started him on wearing such stuff to bed. Me, I just left it to slide and said nothing more on the matter. Although I’m certain he was constantly afraid that I’d tell the other guys in the barracks about his little fetish.
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I was in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner. Over the running water and clanking dishes, I could barely make out the sounds of Over the Rhine singing “Faithfully Dangerous”. Just below that were the sounds of my husband turning pages in the book he was reading. It had been a nice night. Braiden had gotten our son down to bed early, and then made a wonderful dinner. I began to tune out the music and replay the night’s mellow conversations in my head. We had discussed the house we were looking at buying, how well our son was doing in school, the garden I wanted to plant when we moved, a trip to visit his mom that we had been meaning to plan for ages, etc.
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