Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

I looked in-between the semi-closed door, knowing what I was doing was wrong. I just couldn’t help it. She was in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. Her towel wrapped tightly around, directly above the thigh. The towel was old, frayed, and ripped. Skin could be seen through the holes. I grew hard instantly. My jeans quickly became uncomfortable. What happened next surprised me, the towel dropped. It wasn’t an accident, however. She left my view walking into the closet on her right.

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I had longed for the thought of having my own queen and the desire to be her slave. well my wish came true one winter day. I was walking along with really no where to go and couldn’t help but notice this long legged, full bodied creature that was before me.

I was walking behind her and had a wonderful view of her full hips that swayed, they were arousing me. She strode in her heels just like a pure bred stallion ready for show. Her hair was long and flowing down her long neck and her waist was slim. You couldn’t help but notice her. I f you had eyes you could see that she was an attractively shaped woman, and all the woman she appeared to be. She slipped and I was close by to catch her. I had the chance now to hold this creature. I was able to admire her brown eyes, the smoothness of her complexion, the scent of vanilla like a fresh baked cookie, and the sight of her plump cleavage. She looked at me in surprise for she probably didn’t know someone was as close as I was. What a lucky man I was that afternoon. I assisted her up and made sure she was alright. She was very appreciative of the care and the strength that I beheld. She commented , that is was rare now of days for a man to show chivalry when it came to a woman in need.
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Fingers trembling, Elise dialed the phone number listed on the business card and waited anxiously for someone to answer. A voice, sweeter than nectar, answered, “Dr. Rice’s office. How may I help you?”

Elise answered in a quivering voice, “This is Elise Green. I would like to make an appointment.”

Again, the sweet voice of the receptionist inquired, “Would like a regular appointment or an after-hours appointment, ma’am?”

Elise clutched the telephone cord tightly to her aching breasts, her heart beating furiously in anticipation, “An evening appointment, please.”
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I got a job working as a mall Santa at the local mall during the Christmas shopping season one year. It had been a real shitty year for me. My wife of almost twenty years left me for a younger man, I lost my other job due to layoffs and, on top of all that, my doctor diagnosed me with high blood pressure (gee, I wonder why?). So believe me when I say the last thing I wanted was to work as Santa and spread joy and good tidings to bratty children, but I was broke and I needed the job. I dreaded my first day as Santa. The damn suit was itchy and the hairs from my fake beard kept going in my mouth. But then I saw something–or, rather, someone–that put me in the holiday spirit big time.
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Driving home, the events of the night rambled through my head. It all seemed like a dream. Had I really just had sex with one of my former students or was it some form of hallucination. I was suddenly brought back to reality as some of the warm juices left from our encounter oozed it’s way out of my still swollen vagina and onto the crotch of my panties. Stopping at the store to get some gas for my car, I caught myself staring at the young man across from me driving the Mustang.

As I filled my car, I caught him staring back. The fluid that had just a few minutes ago felt so warm, now felt cool against my skin, as the night breeze passed through the fabric of my dress. Even that aroused me. Looking over my shoulder again I noticed the young man, who looked to be of college age, was still staring and begin to flirt. Just in time for his girlfriend to walk out the store and catch us. Getting in the passenger side, she shot me an evil glance as they pulled away. Walking in the store, I headed for the cooler, picked up a soda, and walked toward the counter. The woman behind the glass rang up my total, and asked me if that was all I wanted. Before I knew it, I’d answered “yes, and a pack of Marlboro Lights and a lighter”.
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Friday morning I climbed into my car and reached over to place my purse on the passenger seat. There next to me was a box with a card on it. My name was scribbled across it in your handwriting. Eagerly I opened the envelope and found directions on what I was to do with the box.

“Enclosed are some clothes I thought you would look amazing in. Make sure everything is tended to before I come home and we’ll see what fun we can have. Do not look in the box. Wait until all your chores are done and you’re showered and shaved before you open the box. Love always, Me.” I smiled and placed the card inside my purse.
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As Arabelle lay on her bed the next day after her library session, she closed her eyes. She loved how her body quivered as she came and she loved feeling her own body. Arabelle would never have gotten to experience these things back home because of the strict school she went to. Arabelle let her mind wander a bit and she started to think, she could actually buy a dildo now that she didn’t have to order one through the internet. There was a porn shop just 30 miles from campus. She hopped off the bed and got her shoes on. She all but ran down to her car and started driving. Her pussy was throbbing just thinking about all the fun she would have.
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It was a long flight from Florida to Colorado with one long layover. I was not looking forward to making the trip, but traveling was a necessary part of my job. You would think I would be used to it by now. I was settling into the seat, hooking the seat belt, adjusting headphones for the in flight music when I heard him: “Excuse me, but I think you are in my seat.” I must have looked surprised so he produced his ticket. Sure enough I was sitting in the wrong seat. I should have been one over. “Oh, I am so sorry,” I apologized, unhooking the belt and pulling out the headphone cord. I moved as graciously as one can in the cramped airplane seats to the seat one over. “No problem,” he said and sat down, his turn to adjust himself to the cramped seating. “My name is Michael.”
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Rose sighed with relief as she unlocked the door to her small midtown apartment, holding two bags of groceries in her left arm. It had been one hell of a long day for her, dealing with one crisis after another at the office, then the long drive through traffic, followed by another long wait at the grocery store.

And all day long she had been feeling that special tickle down below her stomach. The one that said to her, I know what you need, I know how to relieve that stress.
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A Precious Jewel Resting on a Soft Satin Pillow

For Kell-Belly

He could never think of it as “Her Belly” - the visions of this big huge, blimp-gut, hairy belly-buttoned, beer drinking, burping slob sitting on the couch, belching, farting and scratching his ugly gut as he drank his Bud and watched football came to his mind - chips, like strewn garbage covering his immense BELLY.

When it came to her - “Belly” had a whole different meaning - pronounced with a soft sigh.
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