Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

I dressed carefully that morning, just in case Mr. 12th floor decided to get randy with me again. Matching satin bra and thong, and of course stay up stockings.

As I stood in front of my mirror looking at myself covered in the teal blue satin, I felt really sexy and a little aroused as I ran through what had happened yesterday in my head.

I slipped a few things into my purse, did the usual morning stuff…hair…makeup and headed out the door.

I arrived at the office a little late. Parking downtown was a bitch, as usual. I opened the door and hung my coat, as I sat at my desk…I noticed a small package.
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Keeping my little women happy is my first priority and it doesn’t matter whom she is happy with. What I mean to say is that my wife keeps me completely satisfied sexually she gives me her pussy, ass and mouth any time I want it. You would think that I had the world on the end of a string, but I can’t keep up with her sexually, she drains my balls of all my cum.

My cock was so sore I could hardly piss out of it. My tongue was raw from licking her asshole and pussy and all she wanted was more and more. So I suggested that we bring other people into our bedroom to help out with her love for sex. She agreed and I ask her who she wanted to share are love with first.
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The following are 15 50 word stories, each written to fit one of Literotica’s many categories. The title of the stories is not included in the word count. Many thanks to Oggbashan for letting me pinch his format!

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First Time

It was a drunken sleepover; all girls. ‘Truth or Dare’ turned into ‘Spin the Bottle’ and that turned into ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven.’ She and I played on after the others were asleep and Seven Minutes in Heaven became seventy sweet-tasting minutes of exploration with fingers fucking and tongues entwined.
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(Note to readers: this story continues the Thakur/ Binita series. All stories are self contained and can be read on their own. That is the reason I prefer not to serially number them. Those who wish to read the previous episode just to enjoy the sequence, should look up “The Women Celebrate Holi”).

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He was waiting her. He was Pritam’s cousin and he had been chasing his bhabhi to smear color on her and throw water at her. He had successfully cornered her, when Binita cried off, insisting that she be allowed to go change into casual clothes more appropriate for the occasion.
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He stood at the produce section of the grocery store looking at the pumpkins. He thought he found the perfect one. It was big and round and had a flat sturdy bottom. He rubbed his hand across its hard orange flesh and smiled. He grabbed it like a small child grabbing a present from under the tree at Christmas.

Sean placed his pumpkin in the cart and headed to the checkout with the rest of his purchases. He kept stroking the pumpkin as it sat on the checkout belt. He looked like a big kid buying a pumpkin. If only the cashier knew what his plans were for his big beautiful pumpkin. He placed it in his truck and wrapped the seatbelt around his treasure.
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I turned off my screaming hairdryer, thinking I’d heard the doorbell ring. Sure enough, the bell sounded again, and impatiently rang once more before I had a chance to descend the stairs. As I tightened the belt on my robe, I could see a young man in a red and white uniform standing outside, and he announced through the door, “Urgent delivery for Mrs. Steadman.”

I cracked the door and noticed his computerized tablet and the embroidery on his shirt that read, Jet Stream Couriers. Considering I live in a very safe suburban neighborhood I had no reason to be suspicious, but I wasn’t expecting a delivery, and I was wearing no more than a robe and thong. I opened the door wide enough to sign the tablet he handed me. I noticed him trying to peel my robe open with his eyes. “What a typical man,” I thought, but he was young, and cute, so I decided to happily torture him by allowing my robe to open further as I adjusted his tablet to sign it.
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He’d always had a plan like this kicking around in the back of his mind. But once they’d booked the trip to Las Vegas, he felt that it was time to bring his plan into action. He grinned with anticipation as he sureptiously slipped the item into his suitcase and tucked under his clothes. He didn’t need to be so sneaky, as his girlfriend Stephanie was in the shower and couldn’t possibly see what he was doing, but it was all part of the fun.

The only possible problem would be whether or not Steph would go for it. He was confident that she would. She was usually willing to try new and exciting things in their sex lives. She had her limits, but Dan thought that what he was planning on suggesting was well within those limits. Of course, what he was going to suggest might turn out to be a little different than what was actually going to happen.
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We’re a long way apart, this Valentines day. Despite the miles I want the day to be something we can share, so I’ve got a plan, and I want you to join in with me. I’m going to get our bedroom all set up for a special night in, and at 8pm I’m going to settle down with my copy of the letter that’s inside this card and work through it. I want you to do the same in your hotel room, order yourself some champagne, turn the lights down and imagine every detail. Don’t peek at the letter until then!
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The phone suddenly rang, and though, admittedly, it wasn’t the worst possible time, it certainly wasn’t a good time. Janey and I had just arrived back to my room and were sharing a glass of wine when the piercing ring of the telephone made both of us jump. We both made a motion toward the receiver at the second ring, then Janey, remembering she was in my room, relaxed and sat down on the bed. I continued my movement toward the phone, smiling and shrugging my shoulders at Janey.

There was no secret, we both knew what we were doing, we both felt the heavy burden of guilt blanketing us and we both felt the incredible surge in our libido accompanying the guilt. The phone ringing should have chilled us like a bucket of ice water, but strangely Janey remained intensely focused on me, staring seductively even as I lifted the receiver and answered, “Hello…”
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As my wife Molly and I got into our fifties, things sort of settled down between us. Things of a sexual nature I mean. Neither of us were as slim and trim as we’d been when we’d met forty years before, and though I still considered her my best friend and sexually desirable, she, I believe, began to think she was no longer attractive. I tried to convince her otherwise (I mean, hey, I’m paunchy too!), and though she said she believed me, I knew that deep down inside, she felt somewhat ugly and unwanted.
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