The cheap hotel carpeting prickled her legs through the sheer black nylons as jenny knelt by the door. Although she and Master Robert had met like this before, she always felt a twinge of apprehension while she waited for Him to arrive. Would He show up? Would she be abandoned? Would she ever see Him again? The questions swirled in her blonde head, conjuring...
Here I stand in front of a full length mirror. My eyes go straight to that 8cm band of virgin white skin between the top of my lacy, sheer black, thigh-length stay-ups and the bottom frill of my black boy-leg panties. I think it looks so sexy! I have on a pair of 6 inch black patent stiletto heels. That is all I am wearing. I enjoy looking so sexy and femini...
I was sitting at the bar drowning my sorrow with a glass of lemon and water that I dumped several packets of artificial sweetener into. Lemonade comforts me. My beloved team had just blown the biggest game of the year. Normally I would have watched the game at home, but this was the big game, so here I am sitting at this bar instead of lying in the fetal pos...
It's easy now to look back and play armchair psychiatrist and see where my fetish for school uniforms and cute cotton panties started, but it wasn't until I met MISTRESS that I realized exactly how deep that fetish was ingrained in my mind and soul. Mistress knew I was a pantyboy after the first few seconds we met. Or so she likes to remind me. She didn't n...
I swear it was reflex that made me take a sip of the coffee. Mostly reflex. I was also a little nervous, as I tend to be when meeting a new partner. Whatever the cause, I paid dearly for my action. The coffee was old and cold, bitter acid on my tongue and in my stomach. I simply sighed, shook my head, and accepted my punishment. My beverage of choice is tea....
This story is an original work of mine was initially posted on the now defunct "Erotic Vox" site. It is now being reposted here for your reading pleasure. ;-) Enjoy! The water was cool on my naked flesh. I loved swimming in the pool while the sun rose high into the cloudless sky heating the air to unbearable temperatures. I could lounge here all day, I thou...
After breakfast Satin heads back to her place and I head for mine. When I arrive and sit down on the couch, I open my laptop and see" "Truth or Dare?" Dammit, not what I want to see right now. The hell with it, I'm in a good mood. "Dare." I wait what seems like hours for a response. "Come over now." She must have written the email last night because of how...
On Sundays he always wore panties. If he planned on spending the afternoon alone, he'd get out and wear the rest of the clothes – pantyhose, pumps, a skirt, blouse, bra and a slip – but either way – women or men's clothes – he always wore a pair of women's panties on Sunday. It was a little strange, but it aroused him and at the same time, at least he'd tell...
It was a non-descript ordinary beige trenchcoat with green plaid flannel lining. My father had left it behind when he moved out, and my mother had given it to me, thinking it might ease my pain to have something of his around. I always thought of it as an odd symbol of abandonment, of unfulfilled dreams of what a father should be in a daughter's eyes. It hu...
The story below is a collaboration with Jane. She starts off and I follow: ...…………………………………………. I was in such a hurry to reach home on this rainy Friday afternoon, traffic was heavy on the expressway, and the weather was making it even worse. I was looking forward to a weekend of fun with some old friends and a couple of new guys that we had recently met a...