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I met her first on the tennis court. I was in Germany, in the north, on business. I had essentially finished all my meetings for the week, it was Friday, and I was returning to the States on Sunday. Often on trips, when I can, I try to hook up some tennis at local clubs in the cities I’m visiting; you can often find a doubles match looking for a partner. I had been to this club before and had played some good sets.

At any rate, I’m on the court, my partner is a young German woman, kind of stocky, pretty good player who covers nicely for my deficits. We’re ahead of our opponents 5-3. Playing against us is a couple, he, around 50, has a beer gut but is very nimble, she, around 40, beautiful blond frauline, slim, athletically figured and a strong but inconsistent player; she takes a lot of risks, but doesn’t score well on many of them. No one talks much since I don’t speak German very well and besides, it seems as if no one really knows each other; we’re all thrown together by convenience just to get a game going. We win the set and partners change. I greet the blond woman in German (I know only enough to get by in stores, restaurants, and hotels, really not much at all) and she shyly responds to me in kind. Her face up close is quite pretty, stunning, actually. When I serve, I glance at her wonderful legs and tight ass and for most of the set. I concentrate on thinking what she might look like naked.
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David eased his rental car into the parking lot at Brownville International Airport and parked in one of the many open spaces. He wrote down his mileage and gas tank reading on the rent car form, grabbed his luggage and walked toward the terminal. Enjoying the laid back attitude the whole area seemed to simply exude, he crossed an empty parking lot and entered through a set of automatic doors.

He went to the rent car kiosk first and when no one was there to check him out, he rang the bell several times, but no one came. Noticing a small box off to the side he placed the car keys in the rental agreement envelope and dropped it in the slot. He turned and looked for his airline’s counter and completed the short walk over to it, thinking how wonderful it would be to live here, away from the bustle of the city and the city airports.
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Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies.

I didn’t start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night.

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She shifted in her seat inside the car, refusing to look at him as this time his hand wreaked pure havoc on her thigh beneath her skirt. But she gave in to the pleasure now. Both of her feet, bare now that her sandals were lost under her seat, were propped on the dashboard as his fingers delved far inside her. Her head rolled from side to side as she keened with pleasure. She murmured his name time and again and was cresting on the edge of her climax. Her torso jerked forward within the confines of her seatbelt when he, perverse to the last, removed his hand from the apex of her thighs.
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A Little Bit of Lace Goes A Long Way

My name is Bill (not real name) and I want to relate some of the highest moments in my life. I am a slip lover and have been for the last forty years. I guess it comes from seeing my first slips as a kid. I would sneak through any bedroom dressers that I could. Never got caught but by the time I was twelve I had quite a collection. I started dating in high school and my first date was a doll. I had watched her for a least a year before I got the nerve to ask her out.
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We never talk about it. My friends and me. We share intimacies that men wouldn’t believe, about our feelings, our children, our finances and even our husbands. But sex, except for some occasional ribald comments about a movie star, is never discussed. We are most respectable. We wear conservative clothes, and do “good deeds”. I serve on the hospital board, another volunteers at the library; a third is involved with conservation. We get out the vote, belong to MADD. We are the most proper of ladies.
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Emma & Mark — On The Way Home from the Pub

Background: Looe is a historical fishing village in Cornwall (UK) just a little further down the coast from the coastal city of Plymouth.

All over Looe the pubs were closing for the night, disgorging their drunken patrons onto the narrow cobbled streets. Mark and Emma staggered out of the door of their own chosen drinking establishment and into the refreshing cool of the evening air. The street was filled with drunken revellers, milling around, laughing, staggering and just generally hanging around. The night still seemed young and nobody seemed interested in going home to bed. On the adjacent street which quickly turned upwards up a short hill, a young man had his back to the street and from his pose it was obvious that he was busily relieving himself over the shop door in front of him. Eager for a better view and maybe a glance at his prick and his shooting golden stream, Emma grabbed Mark’s hand and surreptitiously guided him over to the nearby wall. Making a show of affection by placing her hands around his waist, she drew him closer trying to ignore his beer breath, and used the excuse to take a good stare at the pissing man. Sure enough, the bloke was in full flow. Emma could quite clearly see his pissing member as he held it in his hands directing his spray up and down over the shop door. It was quite obvious that he was enjoying his piss immensely and that he was trying to spray as much of the shop door with his golden pee as possible. Emma watched on entranced by this free golden shower show. She wished she control her own piss direction as easily. She would love to be able to spray her golden juices all over somebody’s door just like this man was doing now. Several more seconds passed and slowly the shooting stream of piss leaving the dick of the man began to droop and wane. As soon as he was done pissing he tucked his dick back into his pants and walked off leaving a large obvious piss stain all over the door for the shop owner to find the next day.
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I had just moved into the country to a nice little cottage that my mother owned, she left it to me when she died. I had lived there for a couple of months, and began to feel at home and took to exploring the countryside. Across the lane from my house was a footpath lined on both sides by a tall hedge, it went past a large mansion house, which was the only other building for miles. The path led to a small wood which I thought I would investigate at some time.

My name is Ian I was 25 then and loved dressing as a women (still do). One Saturday afternoon, it was quite sunny and warm. I felt very sexy and decided to get dressed up and walk down the footpath to the wood. I had never seen anyone at the mansion so I felt quite sure that I would not be seen. I put on a white suspender belt, dark tan stockings, white frilly panties, a fairly short flared black skirt, a pink short sleeved shirt and black high heels. I put my favorite dildo into a small bag along with a jar of lubrication cream, I was going to have a good time.
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I got a call from John and Simon after our little get-together. They gave me a number of some guy who new someone who knew someone. I gave him a call, and apparently there was this company in London which specialized. I asked him in what, and he said everything. I hung up being no less confused than at the start of the conversation, but I rang the number he gave me. It turned out to be some sort of sex line, but a confession line where you told them stuff rather than the other way around. I was going to hang up, but the voice said that it was cheap, so on a whim I told it all about my first time, and what I wanted to do for a living.
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Korbin was meeting his best friends for the first time in four years. David and Leah had been Korbin’s friends since high school. They were always hanging out at David’s house. Like the three Musketeers they were one for all and all one. Nothing could split them apart. It was no surprise when David and Leah got married. It was also no surprise that Korbin was the best man. It was thought that those three would be together forever. However, as always, fate has different plans and springs them cruelly. David, who was in the Air Force, got transferred far away shortly after the wedding. Korbin was left all alone but still tried to keep in touch with them online.
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