It's the feel, I think, more than the appearance. Yes I'm interested in how they look, but I am more interested in the touch. Sure, the cut, the style, how much is covered and how much is revealed are important, but nowhere near as much as the sensations I receive. I get so aroused by simply holding the garment in my hands that sometimes it's nearly impossib...
La Quinta -- in Spanish, it means "the fifth." To Matt, it meant a sad breakfast of pale bagels, bitter coffee, and tiny boxes of cereal he wouldn't look at twice in a grocery store. It meant light switches perpetually too far away from the bed and the cheapest shower curtains you'd ever see that weren't wrapped around a body on the lead story of the local n...
"Thanks for coming over, Dr. Rose, Mr. Stalvert." I widely swept a hand inside. "Please come in." The woman standing at the front door of my condo gave a perfunctory smile, cordial but brief. I gave her a quick up and down as she passed me, breezing in through the front door and looking around. She was in her late forties to early fifties, maybe; about ten...
It started out as an ordinary evening. We were getting dressed for a night out. It was to be an elegant affair, and I was wearing a little black Calvin Klein slip dress. I was excited because I would finally have a chance to wear that lacy, black thong and garter belt I had picked up on a recent trip to Paris. I’d already decided to leave the matching push...
Suzie was a petite blonde with nicely formed tits and a nice round tight ass both of which she showed off wearing basically tight white blouses and slacks while underneath wearing lacy white bras and panties. I finally got a chance to hit on her one night after walking her home. Her old dad was fast asleep and snoring in his lazy chair while we watched a rac...
(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm.) *** Number Six, Paultons Square, Chelsea was an imposing four storey terraced Georgian house with impressi...
A story I wrote before I met my husband, I think I was just 18. A fantasy at the time, but almost a prophecy. After Silk read this story, he wanted to see if true life was as good as prose. Enjoy! I didn't even know his name at first. He was the first black man I had ever seen on stage, and for some reason I was drawn to him. I'm not racist, I pride myse...
Bridget walked in the kitchen and called him: "Slave, come here." When he had joined her. She said as she was peeing in his mouth: "My suitcases are in my car; carry them to the bedroom next to Diane's. Then bring my bag from the sex shop with some ice to the living room. I have a gift for you." He walked in the living room with her bag and a bowl of ice...
I walked into Meryl's house wearing my low-cut green dress that showed off half of my G-cup tits. I knew she'd have a valet so I didn't wear a coat. As my heels clicked onto her hardwood floors I felt the stares (appreciative or jealous) of the other holiday party guests. My pussy was already wet just thinking about my plan for the night. Meryl wasn't my bo...
We had been discussing having our nipples pierced for a long time. We had no experience of it, knew nobody, who had any permanent piercing, but we had been experimenting with “play piercing” for several years. Our play piercing started as we began to explore our love. Simultaneously we had both realised that we have extraordinarily high pain thresholds. S...