Author's Note: This Is a Continuation of "She Caught Me In Her Panties". *** I woke up on the sofa bed in the basement feeling guilty. The covers were pulled up to my neck. My pants and boxers were on the floor. I was wearing a tee shirt and black panties with a floral print. A few hours earlier I'd been wearing the same panties while my aunt's step-da...
I had the panty time of my life. I was assigned the task of photographing the Edinburgh Festival for a fashion magazine, and my accommodation had been sorted out for me by a friend. I climbed three flights of stone tenement steps to a black door numbered twenty-three and rang the bell. The door was opened by a beautiful creature, little more than five feet s...
None of the names are real in this story or the first one or the future ones. Thanks to Angel Love for editing assistance with this story. The next day in the morning at 6:00. "Hello?" "Hello my sexy lover." "Hi Mrs.Smith. What's up?" " MMM it is so hott to hear your voice." "Same to you and when I hear it I have a mental image of me fucking you and it...
It was one of those days when things kept went wrong, right from the start. My alarm didn't go off, so I dressed hastily. I missed my train; I left my lunch at home and so on. It wasn't until I was almost too late that I remembered that I had a doctor's appointment that evening. I ended up having to run to catch my train, which was not a good idea as my appo...
Thursday, May 9 Hi, Just thought I'd update you on what's been happening. I did see my friend the mountain biker (turns out his name is Dan) as I had predicted. He was pretty disappointed that it had rained all weekend, too. I saw him today, and he told me he'd been looking for me since Monday. Seems he was anxious to see me again. Today, I was running (...
My wife asked me where my stocking fetish came from. When I was a late teenager in the 50's, real nylon stockings had just come to the UK and all the women started wearing them. They were very expensive at the time, so women would look after them, wash them and generally treat them with great care. I would watch my Mother take her nylons off in the evening,...
This is party two of my Crossed Wires story. I recommend reading part 1 first. ***** The drive home from the sim session was surprisingly quiet. Sandy kept glancing over at me in the passenger seat, forming a little grin when she caught me running my hands up and down my side and cupping the breasts of my bustier. Oh right, I was still wearing the lingerie...
Ever since my mother bought me my very own pair of black ladies' kid gloves after she had caught me wearing her kid gloves to pleasure myself with, I have developed a very strong affection for the ladies who work at the "Ladies Glove Counters" in the better department stores. Now I know that I am dating myself, but I go back to a time when every woman had sc...
It was about 8.20pm by the time we got to the Mike's cottage up north. Francis pulled his truck up next to three others: two that looked as beat-up and road-worn as his and one super-shiny, first-time-off-paved-roads beast that almost made his one look like a Fiat by comparison. I whistled in amazement as we pulled up next to it. "Jesus, who's driving that...
When reporter Dirk Petersen awoke that Saturday morning, he immediately thought about his date that evening. He had arranged to meet Sadie Newman, the assistant of property magnate Aaron Lansdown, who he had interviewed a few days earlier. He climbed out of bed and was shocked when he looked down at his body. The previous evening, Dirk's alter ego, Falcon -...