Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

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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Howard phoned me a few times over the following weeks. The last call he told me he had been away a lot but said he had some African businessman coming to stay next week, I told him that was the week I had arranged with work to have as a holiday. Howard said he would try to get some time free during that week so we could have some fun, he asked how my arse was after the wedding gang-bang, I told him it was fine after a couple of days and a lot of cream he said he was looking forward to giving my arse another good shagging, I told him my arse needed it. He said he would ring again and let me know when he was free.
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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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It was two weeks later when Howard rang me to ask me to visit him. It was a nice warm Saturday night, about 8 o’clock when I reached his house. He invited me in and we sat and soon had a glass of wine each and we were chatting away. He had said he had another outfit for me to try on, it was to do with the theme for a video he would like to make.

He went on to explain that he had fantasies about a wedding him as the groom me as the bride Matt would be the vicar and we would need a few guests and someone to film the scene. He asked me if I liked the idea, I said yes, it sounded like it could be a lot of fun. Howard said he knew I would agree. He took me to the table at the top end of the room, under the window, there he had laid out a new set of clothes he had bought for me. Every article was white, high heels, stockings, suspenders, panties, padded bra, dress, gloves, veil, a black wig and a make-up bag. He said he would leave me to try it all on. He left the room, I got undressed and put on the underwear then the dress, it fitted very well the hem was a little above the knee.
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The heat of the summer was nothing compared to the heat that I had been feeling for Nick all week long. I knew it was wrong and that I should not have been having those kinds of feelings for one of my floor mates; but it still did not help the way my heart skipped a beat every time I got near him. It was the beginning of the fall semester of my junior year in college. I was living on campus on a co-ed floor with 30 other people. I had lived in a dorm all through college, so knew all of the rules and I was close to breaking rule number one: do not date any of your floor mates.
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A few weeks past before Howard invited me over for “some fun”, I knew what he meant. He said in the note he left at my house, that he had a friend coming that wanted to meet me. Howard also said he had bought me some sexy presents, new outfits and undies, and that he was looking forward to seeing wearing them. I was to go to his Sunday at 4 o’clock, so , I left my house in plenty of time but it was raining so I put on a long raincoat and put up an umbrella and walked to Howard’s front door and rang the bell.
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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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I had been working away all week, when I got back home Friday night I read my mail then got my messages from the phone. There was one from my neighbour asking me to go over Saturday afternoon after two, I now knew his name “Howard Good”. I had not been able to make up my mind whether to go or not, but hearing his invitation I decided to go.

Saturday afternoon came, I had bathed, shaved my legs and pubic hair (as I always do) and dressed in black suspenders, black fishnet stockings, skimpy black panties, pink skirt, white blouse and white high heels. It was after two o’clock when I left my house and walked over to Howard’s, he had a long gravel drive, I was finding it hard to walk on in my high heels. Eventually I reached his door, the house looked magnificent from outside, I did not have to ring the bell as the door opened as I got to it. Howard greeted me warmly and complemented me on my choice of clothes.
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Every girl’s magazine will tell you that masturbation is normal. They are aimed at young girls, but for me it was all a lot of words. I am now 24 and I only masturbated for the first time when I was 20. Not many people believe me, but it is entirely true.

Perhaps it was because I lived in a small city, about an hour by train from Sydney, which was just large enough to have its own full-size swimming pool. Perhaps it was because my folks were very keen for me to do all the right things. I did music and sciences and art and ballet, but the only thing I really, really loved was swimming.
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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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