Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

I’ve been thinking about you almost all day, and these fashion forward boy-short undies constrain my cock from reaching any state of full hardness. Driving home my thoughts begin to wander to different scenarios, different ways of pleasure; my free hand wanders down to squeeze my cock.

Getting home I check the mail and do all those little things, my mind removed from any thoughts of sexual gratification for a short time. But when I head to change my clothes, peel off my shirt and kick off my pants, I notice the way my half-hard cock strains against the fabric, and those thoughts return.
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I was in town on business and decided the company could afford for me to have one night out while I had to spend a night in a strange time and potentially a cold empty bed. So after the meetings finished I headed back to the hotel to get ready for a night of adventure and who knows what.

I quickly got undressed and headed for the shower as the hat water hit me I felt my balls start to tingle and my cock was stirring I had to make a great effort not to arouse myself too much as I washed myself and thought what might be happening later on. I quickly dried myself threw on a pair of Dockers and a fairly snug fitting top and was ready for the night ahead.
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I anxiously wait for Amy. It is her turn to tie and tease me. It has been about month since our last encounter.

“Hi Amy,” I greet her as she pulls into the driveway. I have on blue silk boxers as she had commanded earlier in the week.

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I walked into the bar and took in the atmosphere. Whilst early in terms of a night, at ten the place was beginning to fill up and the DJ was getting into his stride pumping out tunes which soon had the small dance floor packed to capacity. The dance floor was full of what appeared to be student types all dressed up to the nines for a night out on cheap beer and good music.

I saw her briefly from my spot by the corner of the bar, I was looking over the railing which ran around the edge of the raised bar area. She had dark hair, shoulder length and what appeared to be a firm body, and her breasts were pert straining against the tight black top she wore. It was one of those sheer types that showed me she was wearing what appeared to be a corset underneath. Her miniskirt was black leather casting a subdued reflection from the lights above. I couldn’t see her legs now, bar a brief glimpse of fishnet, but she was hot and definitely my type.
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When Jerry calls me on Tuesday, I refuse his invitation. After two days of internal struggled, I call him back and agree. The temptation is just too much for me. I think to myself, “Fuck therapy; I can’t take it; I’m a junkie.”

Although Jerry isn’t specific, I know that it will be one of those sexual experiments like those that I deviate into at least once a month. It’s the dark, sick, and contradictory side of me.

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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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Amy crossed the street walking past the Blue Lagoon the only Adult shop in the high street, she stopped and looked in the window for a moment and then walked down the street crossing over at the intersection and repeated the process once more, she had been doing this ritual for the last three days trying to pluck up the courage to go in. Amy had never been in an Adult shop before and although deep down she wanted to, the seedy men coming and going made it all the harder. The mail order catalogue had always been Amy’s vehicle for purchasing her toys, however their range was limited and Amy’s interest for more experimenting and pleasure had been increasing with each day.
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The mechanical clink of the lock sounds as the key turns in lock of the front door. He is the first to arrive home, even after making a couple stops to prepare for the evening. Pushing the door open, he carries in a small black plastic bag. They have been planning a night out for over a week, and that night has finally come. He closes the front door behind him and heads towards the kitchen. Reaching into the refridgerator, he grabs a soda to cool his throat. He leans against the counter, drinking his soda.
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Amy hated the weekends, ever since Jeff left. As each one arrived filling the void became harder and harder. Why did he have to leave? Did he lie to me when I asked if there was someone else? What did I do wrong? Those thoughts ran through her mind consistently.

Saturday morning arrived too soon for Amy, she had stopped taking the phone off the hook as her friends had stopped calling her months ago. She had obliged the invites to the “we feel sorry for you dinners,” and awkwardly declined the blind dates they had set up, she knew they were trying to help ease the pain, wallowing in self pity is only taken for so long no matter how close the friendship she thought.
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I don’t consider myself gay but maybe bi. I prefer sexy, dominate women but have recently become a slut for cum, I love to taste the sweet nectar of a hard cock that has been fucking my wife. I have turned into a cum slut craving cum on me or in me.

I had been emailing with a trio who was going to be traveling to the city I live in. Both of the men were bi and she was dominant. It was exactly what I was looking for. We all met at a local titty bar. My wife was out of town so I arrived by myself.
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