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Sue's Mohair Sweater

by susieq76 on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

We were having a bit of a clear out when my wife came across an old sweater that she never wears. "We might as well put it in the bag for the charity shop," I said but she gave me a shy smile and told me she wanted to keep it because it had a sexual history! It was blue mohair and was a memento of her first job on leaving university. Sue was working as a re...

Fully Brushed, Inside and Out

by Smother on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

My wife ordered a mohair treat online. Actually, I begged her to order it and she just couldn't refuse my constant pleading. Being a freelancer, I sometimes have too much spare time on my hands, and one day while I was surfing the net I found a website with candid photos of gorgeous knitwear. "English mohair, custom-knit sweaters and apparel. The most sumpt...

My New Neighbour Wearing Angora

by airoralover on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

I am sure that my fetish for mohair, and later angora as well, began when I was young. I suffered asthma as a child and after an attack one day I remember my much older cousin's girlfriend, who must have been in her early twenties, wearing a black mohair sweater and kneeling next to my bed and gently stroking my chest to help relieve the tightness in my ches...

Exchange Ch. 03

by Soft_Mike on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

Elaine stroked Michael's hair, rocked him quietly in her big mohair arms with his head leaning on her massive bosom. She felt his scent of fear and excitement and her nipples got hard, bulged visibly under the thick knitted sweater covering her amazing breasts. She closed her eyes and whispered comforting: "Just be a good boy now and everything will be fine....

The Sweet Taste of Honey Pt. 02

by airoralover on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

In Part One I had moved into my aunt's apartment while I looked for a place to live at university. On my first day I had discovered her vast array of deliciously fluffy mohair and angora sweaters and had started to wear them and then began wearing her underwear. One Sunday morning she caught me wearing her clothes while lying on her bed masturbating and afte...

My Angel in Angora

by airoralover on Sep 15, 2017
Fetish

This is the continuation from my first story entitled My New Neighbour Wearing Angora where a man with a mohair and angora fetish fantasizes about his new neighbour. In this story his fantasies come true. ***** My fascination with my neighbor who wore angora remained at the very front of my consciousness following our last meeting on her return from vaca...

Paige and Spalding

by justincbenedict on Jul 4, 2018
BDSM

Dear Mom, Thanks for the lemon bars. It'll help me stay awake during my property class. Tell Rylie that I'll bring back her mohair coat, don't have a cow. So you were asking me about how things are going with Spalding. I was so glad you and Dad liked him when you came up to school. I agree he's cute and has a good sense of humor, and Dad said Spal was obv...

Senior Year Ch. 23

by D.C. Roi on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Bobby spent the next few days at Helen's house until her lawyer got things straightened out and it became clear Mort was not going to bother her. Now it was Saturday and he was sitting next to Paula in the library of the college she was attending. She had invited him to be her guest for Homecoming weekend and Bobby gladly accepted her invitation. They were...

The User Ch. 16

by D.C. Roi on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Sarah Davis showed up at Ben Sanders' apartment, at his request. He opened the door when she rang the bell and smiled at what he saw. The lithe young woman was wearing an outfit he found very attractive. It consisted of a mohair cardigan sweater, lacy camisole, and extremely short, snug tan suede skirt. He also noticed she was carrying a bag. Sarah smiled a...

Exchange Ch. 07

by Soft_Mike on Sep 18, 2017
Fetish

THE HOOD Restrained in the pram with its raised hood, Michael could not see the sky above. The only thing he could was to look upon the girls escorting him. The taller one must of course be Melissa, the oldest. She was a big girl with remarkably broad shoulders. Not as tall as her mother and not that big breasts, although he could sense quite a lot bulging...