Each day as I sit at my desk, shuffling all the papers to make it seem like I actually have an important role in keeping the company going, I steal glimpses at you, my private secretary. You are always dressed so sexily. Classy and sexy. From my vantage point , I can watch you at work, always so professional. What I really love is the way you show off your l...
It was Saturday morning and I heard the door to the garage close. My wife and daughter had just departed for a weekend in New York City. I was excited for them because they need some girl time together. I call her my daughter, but she is actually my step daughter and had just turned 21 years old on Friday. The two of them got along like oil and water ... the...
My name is Fam and having spent a couple of years as an online camgirl I had enjoyed so much fun answering the demands of visitors to my private room. It really turned me on playing with the minds of submissive puppies who were seduced by my feet and legs dressed in stockings, pantyhose and sexy little ankle socks. Many guys longed to grovel at my nylon enca...
It may be a stereotype - and most likely an undeserved one - but we men usually do make fun of our women when they go shopping. We groan and roll our eyes, wincing at the thought of our depleted checking accounts and/or huge balances on credit cards, even if our ladies earn their own paychecks and have every right to shop as much as they want. We call them s...
Classmate Alice and I had been dating for several months and she had me wearing lingerie constantly for her. I was loving it and regretted only those school days where I had a gym class and had to wear jockey shorts. However, we were 18 and ready to graduate which made me realize gym days were now few in number. Our relationship was now more open, in that sh...
Chapter 5 -- "I want your password." Mr. Eyes or School, as he seems to go by, starts to grope me using his hands to knead my almost bare checks and then his fingers to trace the fabric of my panties down between my legs where he presses them against my still swollen nylon covered lips. He then gives me a good smack on my bottom reigniting my over stimulate...
I have been home from work for over an hour; I lift my head from the brief that I have been reading by the light of a desk-lamp. The room is full of shadows. I look at the antique clock on the mantle and see it is approaching eight o'clock and I look over at the window; it is dark out. I close the file on my desk and then close the curtains in the study. I g...
Soon my boyfriend and I had slipped into a routine where I basically became his pin up. Every time we got together, he got to see what panties I was wearing. It is funny to think back to those days as they rarely involved any sort of sex other than heavy petting and having my nylon covered kitty and bottom rubbed, caressed, grabbed, slapped, and overall aro...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
Growing up I like most of us, I was a horny young guy. But it wasn't until I took my mother's nylon panties and stroked them across my body that I was totally thrilled. The next step was easy; I would wear them as I masturbated. I met and dated girls, but those feelings about wearing lingerie never went away. And then I met Karen and fell in love. We got e...