Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

Tessa emanating the character from the story finally slid her own black thong to the side and allowed her wanting husband Jesse a full view of her glistening-wet, shaven lips.

Tessa’s fingers finally making contact with her bare and beautiful slit she slid them slowly down it’s length hearing the sound of Jesse’s zipper unleashing the monster it had been holding down all this time. Now as she looked to her left she saw her husband’s thick beautiful cock standing tall in all its glory veins popping and twitching from excitement.
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I woke up on a cloudy Sunday morning. As I tried to roll over, I noticed that I was restrained. What had I done?? I could not remember. I was on the floor. I looked up to see my Master sleeping soundly on the bed above me. Oh yes, I thought, I displeased you last night and this was the punishment. I closed my eyes and fantasized about the beating that You would give to me when you awoke and were ready. I became wet as I thought about it all. I sighed and tried to go back to sleep but my mind wouldn’t stop thinking of my Master and how much he turned me on. I thought of being his ultimate toy and that made me so very happy. I loved doing everything for him and I loved to serve him so.
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It was about 6:15 in the morning when Tessa rolled over and squinted at the clock. She knew that her hubby Jesse would be downstairs by now. Having his breakfast, watching some TV, or surfing the net.

Being an erotic writer, sex was never far out of Tessa’s mind…in fact it was never out of her mind…just pushed out of the main focus for a while each day. She’d seen in the internet browser’s history that her husband had found her favorite place to write for, Literotica.com online. She had noticed that he read there almost everyday, and it had started her crazy, vibrant, sexually creative mind afire. And she’d been waiting to put one of her crazy fantasies into play.
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I would like to tell you a fact about myself. I am a slut, not only a slut but a cum swallowing, cock sucking, wanting to do anything for my mistress slave boy.

Let’s start at the beginning; I got this way over time not something you wake up one morning and have thrust upon you! Having always been a bisexual with almost no barriers I am willing to do most anything, short of scat or animals, with anyone that cares to take me home.

Most people I know can list the attributes of their perfect lover, as for me, as long as they have a pulse seems to be the only marker. Well, that’s not true, if it was a male he better be well endowed, the bigger the better, size really does matter! She needs to be able to be a very prolific domme that is confident in herself and her ability to make a man do her bidding.
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“Why don’t you sit in the rocker? It is comfortable and you can watch TV for a while.”

You are watching tv with your feet propped up on the hope chest. You look up and are a little disappointed to see me in my fuzzy robe with the purple teddy bears on it.

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With kids driving her insane all the time, Melanie was looking forward to a long, relaxing vacation for a week by herself. She had scrimped & saved for it, putting away over $1000 a little at a time. She packed her car & kissed her family good bye, saying that she’d call them when she got to the mountains.

As she drove away, she could feel the stress leaving her already. Meli, as she liked to be called by her friends, put on a CD in the player & cranked it up. She got on the highway & headed for Sandia Crest. It wasn’t that far away but it was enough so that no one would bother her without it being serious. As she reached the foothills, she started thinking about how nice it’ll be to be alone & have quiet for a whole week. The thought of stretching out & not having kids piling on top of her, not having to hear arguing or whining pleased her to no end.
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Attention censors–All participants are over 18.

Attention guys — No 38 DDD’s here. No anal or other female cruelty either.

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It all started when my sister in law, Gail, called and said our friend Alice had decided to supplement her income with something called Slumbertime Parties. She still had a 4 year old at home and was both bored and just a bit short on money for her personal self.

I already knew that the parties were to demonstrate and sell erotic items to women. I did not know the extent of the product line.
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[For those of you who’ve never heard of a Chasti-Permalock (or the predecessor, the “Chastilock2000″), a bit of introduction is in order. Back in 1998, I was watching some infomercial (for lack of a better programme), and was struck by the uncanny way that one Barbie-dollish spokesmodel was hyping up a product as though it were the greatest thing since sliced bread. I even forget what it was, but I remember realizing that it was something she’d probably never used, would never *have* to use, and probably wouldn’t be all that good for her, anyway. And yet that pasted-on grin and phony enthusiasm was infectious. I was fascinated, but not in the product, just the Hollywood-style delivery of it.
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SEVERAL OF MY PHOTO albums were scattered about the bed. Best of Leg Show was opened to a story about two women wearing girdles, stockings and garters who were teasing a young man with their lingerie and dirty talk. Rear View featured brunette Anita in her crop top bending forward on her bed to display her glorious ass. I picked chubette blonde Charlene in the shower

from Favorite Girls, Vol. 1. The bras and girdle pages in the Lingerie Album were readily available, too.

I was sprawled back against my pillows, pipe and cigarettes nearby, a drink and some snacks handy. My preferred lotion and some towels were there along with my vibrator and cock ring. I wore black nylon briefs and my blue silk kimono, dark nylon stockings and a garter belt. I felt hot, horny, ready for an excellent, leisurely, intensely stoned jack off session.
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We had met in an Internet chat room. Nothing special for a lot of people out there, but I’m in my fifties and this was all very new to me. It was strange being able to talk so frankly with someone I had never met face to face. In fact it was so open that I found myself sharing things that I had never spoken about with anyone. It was such a freeing experience, yet frustrating at the same time.

We maintained fairly regular private chats and got to know each Other’s desires. Sharing fantasies and sex in cyber space. That some of our sexual bents coincided made things even better. I had confessed my desire to wear women’s panties while making love, and she, the exhilaration that came from thinking about a sexual encounter with a man wearing women’s clothes.
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