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...
Let me tell you about a professor I had in grad school ("had" in many ways...). At the time, I was with a short term boyfriend who I wasn't very sure about--he was rather dull and eventually his inability to tell stories in interesting ways annoyed me to such an extent that I couldn't bear to be with him. He was perfectly acceptable when he was silent, but a...
First of all I must tell you that I am a bisexual male and everyonce and awile when I am with a guy I love to dress up as a woman. This story takes place when I am shopping for a sexy pair of 6 inch plateform high heels. Well I wake up at 2 in the morning , this adult bookstore is open 24 hours a day, and I shave my legs, my ass, and my pubes, everything. T...
The first time he saw her, she was wearing a red dress. It was hard to get a good view, as she just passed quickly by the show window of the shoe store in which he worked. It formed a pleasant memory in his mind, and he found himself thinking about her and looking out the window for a glimpse again. It did not happen often, but once in a while she passed by,...
She walked into the alleyway with intent. The alleyway was different from the usual hooker alleys or places to press and thrust against a wall. Many a drunken reveler wandered down this one looking to get their rocks off; either with someone they picked up, a stray hooker, or the monsters that hid further down in the shadows. She entered the alleyway, and a...
It had been a horrible day, the stressful job, the over crowded commute home, she tripped upward and snapped a heel as she maneuvered up the hall stairs where her absentee landlord still had not fixed the rug. Sitting down in frustration she pulled off the broken shoe and threw it in aggravated pitch at the front door. Let someone else trip over it. She took...
When we entered the bedroom and I saw my big king-size bed, I had another idea. “Get on the bed.” He crawled onto the bed and sat looking at me, expectantly and I smiled. “Lie on your back and wait.” Excitement poured through me as I opened my closet door and selected a few items from my lingerie drawer. Fishnet stockings, held up by black silk garters, sl...
This story was inspired by, what started as a true incident, but developed into a fantasy. It was written for my own benefit, a sort of catharsis of my inner turmoil, and frustration, and for my fellow aficionados who can understand and empathize with my feelings and desires. Also, for any ladies, (or gentlemen), who would care to share their feelings or hid...
Marie's journey from housewife to hotwife This is a true story about my shy demure wife's journey into exhibitionism and into being shared. I am Eugene and my wife is Marie. This a true story about her journey from a woman who would never even think about cheating, to the role of my hotwife and on to slutwife. She was 5'4"and tipped the scale at about 135...
Sharon and I were just a couple of kids when we got married. Our life together starting out was simple and uneventful, we had the usual struggle to find enough money to make it to the end of each month, like most young couples. So as a result, our pleasures were simple, too. Afternoons with friends, a few beers, sometimes a rare night out for burgers. Our...