At home, the Queening stool now became a regular fixture in our evening schedule. Once Caroline settled on my face for the evening, she would happily spend two or three hours, watching TV while I gently worshipped her nether regions. I was occasionally allowed to masturbate myself, under my apron, but was rarely now asked to tongue her pussy. Instead, she ha...
Copyright (c) 2009 by Michele Nylons By the time Mike Harris boarded his Continental Airlines flight out of Houston bound for New York he was shagged. The cheery "welcome aboard" issued with a smile by the cabin staff at the door of the aircraft was about as insincere as the offer he had turned down at the business meeting he had just attended. To make ma...
My wife asked me where my stocking fetish came from. When I was a late teenager in the 50's, real nylon stockings had just come to the UK and all the women started wearing them. They were very expensive at the time, so women would look after them, wash them and generally treat them with great care. I would watch my Mother take her nylons off in the evening,...
Chapter Three - Beatrice McLennan Now... The young man pawed at Abigail, he was so excited that he didn't know where to start. Now that this sexy, mature woman had finally consented to his advances he was overjoyed and overexcited. He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth, he stroked her breasts through her blouse and then put his hands under her...
ONE The Plumrose Dossier I became familiar with the Plumrose Dossier one cool February morning when it was read to me in the private rooms of Madam Harding at the Clinic. I'd arrived that morning for my weekly 'therapy' and had only enough time to hang up my outer clothes in the Sissies' cloakroom and don my Eva Gabor wig before a facilitator poked her he...
Prologue You were always very caring, very curious, about what stockings I wore... for work, for play, out socialising and even just round the house. What colour, what denier, even what kind of top my hold-ups were... plain, or lacy. I'd guessed all guys fancied girls in naughtier than usual undies but if I had realised sooner you had an all-encompassing fe...
Sweet Aunt Jane, My fantasising never ceases. At any time of the day my mind is liable to drift in to that wishful mode whereby you and I indulge in the most outrageous sexual acts imaginable. Take this morning in bed. There I was, my stiff cock pushing between Margaret's bum cheeks through the thin sensual material of her nightdress, when my mind wandere...
This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...
Kash was sitting in his office. It was late afternoon and he was one of the rare people still working in the building. Someone knocked on his door. "Yes," he said. "Hi," Harleen stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "Hi," answered Kash. He was glad that she came. He liked her. He quickly inconspicuously checked her. He liked what he saw....
At last we were alone in her house. We had been out for a night out with work colleagues and had got drunk. Sophie had invited me back for coffee. We had done this before and just talked endlessly into the night about everything from politics to musical taste and occasionally sex. Nothing more had ever happened. We were both married and it was just fun and c...