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“Do me a favor.”

She turned to me and her face had that expression that meant, “Yes, Dear?”

“Pull your pants down and play with your pussy for me.”

We were riding through the quite countryside. After a trip into the city for dinner, we were now making our way back home.

Her first reactions were more of the “Are you kidding me?” variety. But then she reached over to the console and picked up the heavy glass that held a rum and cola drink. Pulling it to her lips her eyes stared straight into mine.
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I am a 36yr old housewife married for ten years and live in a quiet suburban area. This letter is about what happened just after I wed. I was very naïve about sex and had never done anything exciting although I seem to attract the attention of many men. I had then shoulder length blonde hair and a good figure with 36c bust which looked bigger because of my slim waist.

Anyway after six months of marriage I lost my job and my husband suggested I stay home awhile before looking for another. I tended to get a bit bored and one of the things I looked forward to was the company of two men, one almost 60, the other 55. They were retired and did peoples gardens for a bit of extra cash and to keep busy.
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The midday sun was high and relentless in the still blue Mediterranean sky when I woke sometime around noon. From the vantage point of my bed I could see snatches of the day through the light billowing curtains that danced with the breeze through the ever open blinds. The air was heavy and though I slept without clothes on white linen sheets I felt incredibly warm and stifled. There was little the cool notes of sea breeze that sometimes pricked the stifling air could do to abate me. For a moment it would relive me, it’s invisible chill cooling my young naked body, but the choking heat remained. I sat up crossed legged on the bed and swept my damp blond fringe from my anxious face. It was going to be another frustrating day.
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From “The Shower” many have been waiting for Jamie to be spanked, she didn’t get it at the Halloween party but she was very naughty. This time Steve decides it’s time to show his wife who’s boss. Oh and you will meet the Phantom too, for those who wondered who he was.

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On the ride home, Jamie was uncharacteristically quiet. Steve shifted into fourth gear before resting his hand on her leg.

“What’s the matter babydoll?”

She took a deep breath “Steven, when you left earlier, the man with the Phantom mask surprised me”. Steve was more than a little surprised but he went with it anyway.
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The night was clammy. The summer storms were rumbling in the distance, I could hardly breathe and my skin felt tacky with the heat. There was a slight breeze coming in through the window but it was hardly worth it.

“4 am, fucking 4 am, I really gotta get some sleep here.”

“Go to sleep, will you just please go to sleep”

My mind was everywhere, working overtime thinking of everything but yet nothing. I turned on my back, rested my arm above my head and sighed deeply. Looking at the ceiling I started to think of Luke. Luke was the guy that I had met at a friend’s party. His masculinity drew me to him as soon as our eyes met. I began to relive the party scene. He looked so hot, his hair dark and lying across one eye. His eyes, oh his eyes were penetrating blue taking me deep into them, drawing me closer to him. He had a perfect shaped mouth and lips full and rosy. He carried himself well in a boyish, rugged kind of way.
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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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As Gabrielle opened one eye to greet the morning, she let out a slight moan, a sound to softly curse the bright sunshine falling across the bed, and to reprimand her husband for moving from their heavenly positions. Already she could feel his weight shift upon the bed and feel his arms slip out around her entwined body, a position they had snuggled up to late last night. Perhaps on any other night the two could not have slept in such a position so soundly, so cuddled up, their bodies pressing so tightly that sleep would have escaped them. Last night though, the two slept so soundly that it only could have come about from the most satisfying of sex. The two of them had truly had become one, just as the great book had said, and Gabrielle moaned again, a low volume curse that told her husband she wanted to remain in that position truly forever.
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It had been a long time since I had met a woman who shared my smoking fetish. So as I set off to a local theatre to watch an amateur dramatic society’s version of A Midsummer Nights Dream that thought was a long way from my mind. However as I stood in the foyer before the performance having a cool glass of wine I couldn’t help looking around to see which women were smoking.

For as long as I could remember I have always been turned on by women smoking and have met a few who have shared this fetish with some very sexy and pleasurable experiences. My eyes gazed around to see several women enjoying a cigarette before the performance started. Not wishing to sound snobbish but as it was a Shakespearian play you tended to get a better class of person.
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Autosexuality - where a person falls in love and enjoys making love to themselves. Autoerotica - erotic stories on the subject of autosexuality.

This story is dedicated to Svenskaflicka, who provided the inspiration for part of it and more importantly gave me permission to use the idea. As always great thanks go to Wild Sweet One (God bless her little cotton socks) for wonderful editorial work on this and others.
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Sitting on the train I wonder what is going to happen to me this weekend, it is the first time I have ever met a Mistress for real. All I know is that I am to go to the address that she sent me … nothing more. When the train finally arrives at the station I quickly go to a taxi and ask the driver to take me to the address.

When I get to the house I walk up to the door and see an envelope stuck there, written on it is just one word “SLUT”. I take the letter and open it and read it carefully,
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