My fetish about women’s lingerie started innocently enough.
When I was four years old, I entered the only bathroom in the
house, and found my mother standing bent over the toilet pulling
on a long-leg panty girdle, then hooking up nylons. That sight
is burnt into my mind even today. (more…)
I remember the first time with an almost crystal clarity. My first taste of a bit of leather. Like any other adolescent boy I had fantasies of bedding quite a few of the girls I knew. One of these fantasies concerned a young lady by the name of Diane, whose last name shall go unmentioned.
Diane was a very pert young lady, very active, always smiling. Brown hair in a short style that actually did wonders accenting her face. She had full, pouting lips and gray eyes that sparkled like moonlight on the ocean. I used to just stare at her body when it seemed no one was paying attention. I would dream of how she looked nude, which wasn’t really hard because of the clothes she wore. Nothing really revealing but enough to let you know that she had a body that perfectly complimented that beautiful face. I know she stood 5′6″ and I would have guessed that she was about a 34B-22-34 or somewhere there about. (more…)
‘Go up and wait for me’, he said. ‘I’ll be two minutes’. Up I went, trembling already with anticipation. I was dying for a fuck – any sort of fuck – but the look in his eyes was different this time. It seemed to promise more than usual. The tone of his voice was low, controlled, but there was something extra there too – some secret, suppressed excitement. Two minutes – I could hardly wait. I had no idea what was about to happen but I felt sure that this time would be something special, would be memorable… As I climbed the stairs to our room, I could feel the tingling in my nipples as they hardened with excitement and the liquefying sensation in my cunt. Whatever was about to happen, it couldn’t start soon enough for me – or go on long enough, I thought… (more…)
Our sex life had gone downhill with our income Cathy and I had been married for just a couple of years. I had lost the good job that I landed out of college the summer before. I finally found work two weeks before Christmas. It didn’t pay nearly as much as my old one and I had the graveyard shift as well (more…)
For the first time in 10 years I was making an attempt to get fit. Not that I was horribly out of shape, just not fit – at 34 yrs of age and married I had drifted way from Rugby and squash, preferring to slip into the more comfortable golf and walking circuit. (more…)
