I regard myself as a professional providing a quality service to my clients. I choose my clients carefully, and like to think they've chosen me with discernment and taste, not just for the rather specialised things I'm happy do for them. That's what I was thinking as I walked to my meeting with a new client. We'd arranged to meet in the bar of a rather smar...
I want to tell you about my day of working construction for Mr. Abromski, but need to update some other things first. I decided to sign up for some night classes at the University. I seem to be spending most of my free time there anyway, although too often it has been in just a bra and panties and lately without the bra. Anyway, I want to study human sexual...
This is a story based on my fetish for sheer nylon and harem/genie costumes, combined with a great deal of wishful thinking. * I was eighteen and it was the late sixties in the London suburbs. I was aching to see a woman dressed in a harem/genie costume with sheer legs and sleeves, but I had no idea how to achieve this and nobody I knew ever held costume p...
I located Dee in a chat room on the internet and arranged to meet her the following Saturday morning. We had chatted for several weeks before deciding to consummate our kinky BDSM desires. Today was the day. My excuse to get away was a game of golf which would allow us five hours of time together. I drove into the parking lot of JC Penney and around to the...
Part 1 – Return The phone rang. I rinsed the wine glass one last time and hung it on the rack. By the time I'd found a towel and dried my hands it had rung two more times. "Hello." "Is that you, Gene?" "Yes. Who's calling?" A husky female voice responded, "Oh, Gene! Don't you recognize my voice anymore?" A jolt shot through me and I instinctively held...
(A true story about me.) As a teenager I got a job working as a handy boy/janitor for a local ladies dress shop. They liked me and I certainly enjoyed working there. Even at such a young age I quickly could tell what needed to be done and soon was working without much supervision -- much to the shop owner's delight. All through high school it was a great jo...
There are several stories out there involving living clothes but I want to leave this open to allow many collective authors to be as creative as possible. For example, you can write a story about clothes simply coming to life and stripping their wearer, leaving them nude and embarrassed or maybe the living clothes forces someone to wear them and turns them i...
A continuing story concerning my relationship with a sexy female decorator: She clambered eagerly from the front seat of the van and pointed a toe toward the pavement below. It was quite a reach for her and her ample chest heaved inside her overalls as she sprang from the vehicle and entered the site with a cheeky grin on her face and said in an eastern Eur...
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...
Mistress Viv wondered around the bed, filled with the most feminine and sissy items from my wardrobe. Her fingers stroking and examining various items in turn. The first things she picked up were some nylon panties. They were one of my earlier eBay purchases. A double layer of nylon ensured they always gave that nylon sliding on nylon feel even when worn on...