Although I am not into serious bondage I love the erotic pleasures of wearing corsetry and other tight feminine garments next to my skin. When wearing suspenders and stockings I love the erotic sensation from the tightness of the top of my stockings gripping my thighs and the suspenders brushing against my thighs as I walk, as I envisage my suspender belt an...
My name is Paul and I seem always to have had a fascination with women's underwear, especially girdles, corsetry, bras, stockings, suspenders and so on. As an 18-year old teenager, in 1969, the family went on holiday to the Norfolk Broads. On the way back, a detour was made to the Spirella factory at Letchworth, Hertfordshire. There were many women, men and...
It is a warm morning in July and Phyllis is lying on her bed, propped up with three pillows behind her shoulders. She is beginning to please herself. Her right hand is between her labia and moving rhythmically to create the sensations she desired so very much. The pressure and the rhythm I perfect because she's perfected it: over many years, and now she know...
(A true story about me.) As a teenager I got a job working as a handy boy/janitor for a local ladies dress shop. They liked me and I certainly enjoyed working there. Even at such a young age I quickly could tell what needed to be done and soon was working without much supervision -- much to the shop owner's delight. All through high school it was a great jo...
Horvan looked around the cell. There was nothing much here, and what there was was familiar. His employers were away on a mission, rescuing some women from the clutches of a demon. Or so he had gathered, from what he had overheard of their planning. They were often away, of course, venturing into unlit catacombs in the far reaches of the wilderness was, ess...
Since I was a young boy I have always been extremely intelligent. In school I was labeled as mentally gifted. There wasn't a subject that, if interested, I couldn't master. This came at the expense of a social life though. While other children played outside, I hit the books and the Internet. Whatever piqued my interest, I would totally engross myself in. I...
Catherine Roman's chauffeur pulled in front of my house in a black Escalade to transport me to Mrs. Roman's country estate for a weekend visit. Because of a surprise snowstorm, I had canceled my Friday appointments. Nevertheless, I wore my business suit and traveled lightly at Mrs. Roman's behest. Climbing in, I nodded toward the SUV. "Strong and elegant, li...
This is the beginning of a spin off from an earlier series of mine, "It Started in the Rain". If you're adventurous and haven't read "It Started in the Rain" you can read this first and see if the family makes sense. This story will contain some unusual elements so if you are looking for a vanilla sex story this isn't the story for you. If group sex goes aga...
Disclaimer: Although this is a work of fiction, some parts contain actual facts and events. The author can not and will not be held responsible for any injuries that may occur if the reader tries to reproduce of these events. The author holds all copyrights to this story, printed and/or digital. Prologue This story is not about love, nor about romance, or...
I first met Manisha Dudhe on the eve of her wedding, when she and her intended husband had met to perform pre-marriage puja with the village pujari; the Hindu priest. She was 19 and the man was a boy really, of barely 20, with the illustrious name of Shivaji. Dudhe became her married name and it was a cause for mirth since it means "milk" in the local dialec...