Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

Thankfully the worst was over. It was my moving day and friends Paul, with van and Lucy had helped carry my boxed existence into the new flat. Paul had departed and Lucy was arranging the flat with me, eager and happy to help. Being a mid thirties bachelor, I appreciated the feminine touch to the new pad.

Let me tell you about Lucy. A gorgeous, blond, buxom, 20-year-old slip of a girl; lovely innocent looks and a figure worthy of any centrefold. She’s in a steady relationship, though unhappy at work. I took the time and energy to actually speak to her and not her breasts. We shared a lot of common interests in fitness and sport and we had developed a good friendship.
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Self-consciously you sit down on the edge of the bed. This feels strange, but you did promise. You reach behind and unclasp your bra. Slowly you let it fall from your breasts. Not in an effort to be sexy, but more absent-mindedly. Your mind is elsewhere, on things to come.

You push the duvet away and lay on the bed. You close your eyes and stretch out. Your arms reaching up the wall. You are tired; you could lie back and let yourself drift off. No, you made a promise and the soft focus of your drowsy mind is quite sexy.
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I’d like to say that to spice things up and liberate my conservative wife from her inhibitions, I’ve introduced various “spices” when we make gentle love by candlelight. But, nah! The truth is I’m just a horn dog with kinks!

The kinks so far have included dressing her like a slut, dirty talk about seeing her getting fucked by someone else (man or woman), oral-anal sex, sex toys and masturbation. It’s the last “spice” I want to share with you.

First about my wife, Anne is indeed sexually conservative, but being the loving wife she is she goes along with me. Although, I think secretly she enjoys the fact that she can blame me while she explores her passion. After all she cums 6 or 10 times, something I wish I could do.
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Another Hour

Jim chugged the last of his beer and then, like a man headed to a firing squad, he followed her. Each step resounded with a loud clump as he searched his brain for a solution, or at least an explanation. He knew, after the previous hour’s masturbatory fiesta where he brought himself to orgasm four, count them four times, he would be entirely useless to his wife. Reaching the top of the stairs he wondered how she would react when he showed her his limp, red and blistered cock. Unable to come up with any plausible excuse, hell, he couldn’t come up with an implausible excuse, he decided to come clean.
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It had been almost eight years since we had said our goodbyes. The time that we were together was like nothing else. It was love and lust, it was life, it was strength and tears and passion and hate and depth and loss and rebirth. It was something that mere words could never justifiably describe. Yet in the end, we knew it was over and that it was time that we moved on with our lives. We must. And though my ache for her would stay with me forever, we did part ways.

She inevitably found a life partner who danced and hiked with her, and gave her the freedom to grow and live and love again. She moved to a different part of the country and eventually they married. Though I was able to find out some of the things that happened to her after our time together, more than anything, I hoped that she had found her happiness. That she was treated well. That he loved her. These were the emotional things that I didn’t know, but wanted more than anything for her.
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The white stockings slid up my legs, caressing my skin as my fingers tugged on the thin elastic band at the top. Pulling the silk taut, I snapped the garters one by one onto the band. I grabbed the tiny, white uniform from the hanger on the back of the bathroom door and stepped into it. The snug material hugged my voluptuous curves, and the buttons strained against their holes as I pushed them through. I left the top three buttons undone so the upper swell of my large breasts peaked out in all their splendor.
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My Mistress and I had been playing for several years after meeting at a local dungeon. Over time she became well aware of all my secret fetishes and the lengths I would go to please her. She knew I loved golden showers and one night about 6 months into our relationship she covered me in her piss while I laid in the bathtub. After, she had me lick her to orgasm. She noticed that my tiny cock was even stiffer than usual and she commented while laughing: “I guess you might be a little more of a toilet than I thought.” From that point forward, she frequently had me drink her piss. Some days she would drop by my house with a tall glass of “iced pee” and watch me drink it all down and thank her with my tongue. About a month ago she had me stay at her place for a 3-day weekend. During that stay she had me drink every drop of her piss. She even had one of her friends come over and piss in a glass and call me names like “piss slut” as I drank it down. My Mistress then pissed in a dog dish, ordered me to jerk off into it and then told me to lick it up like a “bitch.” She smiled wickedly and nodded her approval as I quickly completed my task.
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…a continuation of “Amy’s Illicit Desires”…

Amy still struggled to believe what had happened after the wedding a few weeks ago. Stuck as the third wheel sharing a hotel room with her friend Julia and her boyfriend Jack, after her own boyfriend Pete had to bail on the wedding because of work, she could not have imagined in her wildest dreams how the evening would turn out.

After consuming way to much alcohol at the reception, Julia ended up sick and passed out on the hotel bathroom floor, leaving Amy, tipsy herself, alone to share a bed with Jack. She had wanted him since the moment she had met him, even though he was dating one of her best friends, and regardless of the fact that she too had a boyfriend. For months she had constantly fantasized about him, even picturing him while making love to her boyfriend, and then to her surprise and delight, she ended up next to him in bed wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Caught up in a wave of taboo excitement and alcohol, when Jack began coming on to her as they lay in bed together that night, it did not take her long to succumb to her long secret desires and allow her fantasy man to finger her pussy until she enjoyed the biggest orgasm of her entire life.
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I thought about you today.

Yeah. You.

Don’t look so surprised. I think about you more than you probably realize.

I was in bed, naked against the cool sheets, when the urge hit me. The craving became stronger and I couldn’t overlook it. I’m sure you don’t mind me imagining this. If I know you, the thought of me lying in bed, thinking about you like this, makes your cock rock hard. Knowing that it has that effect on you makes me wet.

I let my hands glide over my breasts until my nipples started to get hard. I wished you could see them, thick, long, nipples that just beg to be ravaged by your lips, tongue and teeth. You know I love it when you play a little rough. I like it when you bite my nipples enough that I feel it and it borders on the edge between pleasure and pain. I cupped my tits, squeezed them together and bent my head down to lick and bite them myself.
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I think Red ate anything coming in his mouth in a copious gesture, while I went for sensual flavor. I returned my tongue to his panting rectal opening and tried again to taste my love’s insides. He squirmed at the delicate feelings.

“Oh, Carla, more, lick harder, ohhhh.”

“Red, you taste so unbelievable. I can find garlic and even olive oil in your waste. You animal”

“You’re totally disgusting and nasty. Ughhhh… ummmm, don’t, please.”

I wanted more of his shit, more from deeper in. The fact that such a clump of mud was on the end of the cucumber meant he was full. I stuck two fingers in him, which entered without a fuss. I felt a good ball and worked it out, him helping. Into my mouth, chewed a little, dribbled the rest out, which fell on my tits.
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