He had taken an early morning train, because he wanted to get to the city early enough to make a quick visit to the art gallery before his lunch appointment. When he sat down in the half full carriage the seat opposite him was empty. He took a journal about cinema from his bag and began to read it. He was reading it for his college course. Two stations aft...
So this is my first non-celeb story, it features my beautiful business teacher whose name has been changed and his wife, depending on reaction, a sequel may come but don't be waiting for one. Hope you enjoy and for anyone who wants to this to their business teacher, I salute you. ***** There I sat at the bar. Waiting. So many thoughts running through my he...
You know me, or one like me, the burning fire evident in our eyes, in our enjoyment of things of the sensual nature. We are were. Not the horrible monsters of your fairy tales, told by nervous mothers to children who they wish never to loose to the pleasures of their so called "sins" of the flesh. Puritans. We are simply a slight genetic step away from human...
BEING TAUGHT TO WEAR A GARTER BELT & HIGH HEELS After that special Sunday afternoon, where i tried dressing fully in girl's clothing, i had managed to amass a fairly good sized wardrobe of feminine things to wear. Within months my hidden cache' included several pairs of silky sheer panties of different styles, a Jantzen "Postage Stamp" pantygirdle, anothe...
He hated this hour, the long, monotonous hour before closing time, made even more unbearable today because Cynthia, his manager, had left him alone to close up shop. Not even her constant harping to keep him company and customers were few and far between, bustling past without a sideways glance, to make it home before the early dark of a cold winters evening...
Nothing had ever happened except pleasant exchanges between us. Margaret was a widow who had moved into the flat next to mine some two years earlier. I imagined that she must be in her early sixties, and had led an uneventful life. On a couple of occasions we had shared a late afternoon tea, and being a typical male, I had found myself taking the chance to e...
Michelle... I really don't want to wake up. It hurts plenty asleep. Michelle, come back. The voice was almost sobbing. I'm fine here. It doesn't hurt here. There is nothing else. No cocks, not fists, no nothing. There isn't even heat. Michelle, please. Well, fine. You can have me again. Hope you treat me better this time. She opened her eyes, and found...
Tye grumped, "where've you been?" "Oh," innocently, "out shopping with Kathy." "I thought you didn't like her much." "Anyone can change their mind," I replied, "after they've played around a little." "Played around?" he asked. "Uh-huh." Even more innocently. "Why don't you sit here, where I can put my arm around you, and tell me all about it," he order...
This took place in 1964... A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe stockings, spike heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! A FANTASY STORY.... As she stood in her bathroom she could almost still feel his presence. Joan would know just...
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...