Gusset Stories

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Panty Thief At The Gym Ch. 01

by glosterdave on Sep 13, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

As she noticed Robin entering the gym, Sandra smiled a hello from behind the reception desk. Her body tingled with anticipation and between her thighs she started to get damp. In the ladies changing room, Robin undressed in a hurry eager to get a quick workout in before an evening out with her new lover. The anticipation of what was to come meant that the...

My Wife and Her Mother

by hohoby2 on Sep 18, 2017
Mature

When I met Caroline, I fell in lust with her before I fell in love with her. She was dressed in high heels, nylons, a tight skirt which finished above the knee and a tight, low-cut knitted top. Caroline has large beasts, her tummy pleasantly rounded, but her best feature of all is her beautiful, big bum and thighs. When I met her mother, I saw instantly wh...

Confessions of a Panty Stealer Ch. 7

by Jayson23 on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

Chapter 7 : A Summer's Steal in Guildford [c] 1999-2002 Jayson23 Some friends of mine we're off clubbing at a club near to where I live in London – they'd asked me to come along but I'd had to decline, as I knew it would be a heavy night involving all sorts of illegal substances, and no doubt involving all night (literally) dancing and smoking etc. As a co...

The Outfitter's Advice

by Seamstraight on Nov 27, 2017
Fetish

"Burgh.. Confound it!" A lady with attractive and refined features, was perched on the edge of a sofa. Attired in a full floral dress, shiny black heels and pearls. Her greying, dark hair bunched up into a severe looking, matronly-like bun. She was determinedly, and with just a touch of exasperation, attempting to fasten shut a suspender clasp to the welt...

It Was A Nice Party Ch. 04

by Teachgirl_Menderman on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

We stopped off for fuel on the way, by that I mean body fuel as our morning of lovemaking and raw sex had drained our reserves to empty, especially after the night before. An hour later we were recharged and on the way to a small but select mall of shops that knew how to look after their customers, or should I say Clients. We walked into a small but discree...

Mature Neighbours Ch. 01

by Rupert Harris on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

My wife Helen and I moved to a beautiful new house last summer. It's one of three cottages, converted from a barn set around three sides of a courtyard. It wasn't cheap but we had a large family home to sell and ended up with a huge profit. I'm 52, retired last year from engineering work offshore and now work part time for a consultancy firm spending most ni...

Two Russian Dipteras Meet and Chat

by uksnowy on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Being addicted to voyeur videos, which include females on toilets, there are some centred on the continental beach toilets, which are no more than an open row of squats over pits. Of course that means quite a few flies buzzing around and this story has grown out of those intimate scenes and my evil mind. ***** "Where the fuck you been? You missed a great...

My Girls Mom

by gussetlove on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

My love for panties goes back as long as I can remember. When I met my girlfriends mother I knew I had to have her panties. She wore a tight fitting skirt with an iridescent white blouse. The blouse showed her lace bra underneath and just a hint of her dark nipples trying to break free. Her panty lines were evident , full granny panties it appeared, yet ther...

Ride Ch. 2

by Banditinoz on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

As you feel the stranger get off the bike, you wonder why the motorcycle doesn't move or topple. You feel around with your hands and realise that your seat spreads out behind you. "It's a Trike, a three wheeler." You hear the stranger say, "That's why it stays upright." Then you feel his strong arm wrapping around your waist again, gently pulling you back u...

Amy Moonlight's Stinky Knickers

by wordyone on Jul 14, 2020
Fetish

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...