Fetish - lingerie, pantyhose, stockings

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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“Honey why don’t we stay here tonight and just enjoy the evening on the patio?” she said.

“I thought you wanted to go dancing this weekend?” I replied.

“Well it’s Friday and we can go dancing tomorrow night if we feel like it besides, I’ve had a busy week” she replied.

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“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

“How long has it been since your last confession?” the priest asked.

“It’s been, one week father, “I replied “I’ve done something terrible father, I seduced a married man. My teacher, father.”

“Go on child.” he said

“I’ve always been attracted to him, he’s been my teacher since my freshman year, I’d never really considered acting on it until after my eighteenth birthday, and then I knew it wouldn’t be illegal if I did anything with him.” I told the priest.
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Working for a living sex god that was forbidden definitely had disadvantages. Big time.

Horny and desperate for hot steamy sex, our heroine was stuck in a corporate office with hormones that would set those around her on fire. Rather than waiting to go home, she set out to solve her problem in her unique way.

Informing her boss of an early lunch, she picked up her handbag and big winter coat and headed for the exit. Pausing only to nod briefly at colleagues, she bypassed the water fountain to make a speedy escape. Entering the lift, she was grateful that it was empty as she reached over and selected the basement level.
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She had simply gone round to his house to collect some plants for her neighbour - but he must have been in on it.

She knew the man. He used to come into the shop where she worked. He was about forty-five, tall, well-built and with a bristly, black beard.

He looked mildly scary but she never thought for one minute he’d be the sort to tie you up, shave off your bush and penetrate your orifices with…

It was too embarrassing.

It had all happened so quick, she wasn’t even sure how she’d ended up naked, tied to a bench, her hands above her head with her legs spread wide and suspended in the air.
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She parked her car, legs weak again. ‘ Can I do this?’ she thought yet again. ‘Is this real?. At least it’s daytime, day, I could not do it if it was dark’. These thoughts tumbled in and out, crowded with the desire that welled in her. She had wanted to know what HE had felt, the places that he had described in her ear as he pushed in and out, the sounds he placed in her head with each line that he had typed across the screen when they had teased each other for hours, hands fumbling to get themselves off sitting and watching the furtive taboo’s spill out.
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Writer’s note:

Thank you.

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It had been a few years since we first started chatting on Lit., slowly growing comfortable enough with one another to actually meet, with the blessing of both of our loves. They both knew that we had ‘connected’ on a more sensual and curious level, and that there was no attraction that would put our separate lives in jeopardy. So with that I made arrangements to fly into Regina one late spring day to finally meet you, the woman who tantalized and teased me to exotic heights never before seen. We had talked about what we both were to wear, so that we could recognize each other, as pictures didn’t seem to do either of us justice.
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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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I don’t know too many women who enjoy wearing stockings, pantihose and tights as much as I do. It may come as a surprise to some of you guys out there, but most women can’t be bothered with them. Most of my girl friends dread having to wear hosiery of any kind — and when they get home from work or a night out, the first thing they do is rip off their pantihose and relax.

I’m the opposite. I get a perverse sexual thrill every time I slip on a pair of nylons and especially silk stockings. Maybe it’s because I have such amazing legs. They’re long, slender and smooth, and they love to be fondled, stroked, kissed, licked and adored. The feel of nylon and silk on my skin drives me wild — especially when I wear tights with no panties underneath.
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