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...
This is the first sequel to Chapter 01 submitted by BLKNYLONS in 2003. I love this story so much that I decided to write two more chapters. (I hope BLKNYLONS does not mind...). Like Chapter 1, this chapter is also taking place in 1966, when nylon stockings with garters, girdles, and stiletto high heels were an essential part of women's elegant fashion, and w...
Summer 2012: Beating the Heat in DC It's early July in DC--and already unseasonably hot and sticky in the nation's capital. The heat wave is unbearable with temperature in triple digits and everyone is seeking relief, even at night. My name is Han-Na, a Korean-American working in DC for a multinational company based in Seoul. I'm in my mid-20s, 5'8" tall, a...
I was now totally dressed, in 4" open toed sandals, with black seamed fully fashioned stockings attached to the garters of a tight fitting waist cincher, wearing an underwire long-line support bra with "Pad inserts" that pushed to give me a cleavage. My makeup was incredible, with blue eye shadow, long eyelashes, and heaps of lipstick, and I was wearing a...
An even dozen chapters. In honor of this, I've decided to give you a real treat! During the last eleven chapters, I've completely avoided saying much about my wife, Lori. After several years of marriage, we've had lots of exciting sexual moments, because she's no slouch in the rack, and she loves sex. Plus, she's always catered to most of my sexual whims. Bu...
Eventually, Tim woke from a deep snooze and dragged himself from the floor. On the one hand, he felt a deep sense of personal disgust at his depravity. On the other, was a niggling feeling that he was on the threshold of an exciting rollercoaster of perverted pleasure. He screwed up his wife's photo, now encrusted with his dried sperm, and carefully hid it,...
My first sexual stocking experience happened when I was 18 years old. I was visiting my Grandparent's home in Canton, Ohio. There were a few petting experiences that I had with girls my own age in the past, where the girls would let me stroke their legs to the tops of their stockings but that was about it. That summer in Canton, my mother's friend, Irene wa...
Part One -- The Woman In The Mirror Dark; then light; my eyelids flutter. "Can he hear us?" a woman's voice. Dark; then light. "He's still comatose; but he's improving," an authoritative male voice. Light; now dark, the dream returns. I'm inside the mirror but I can't be seen. I try to reach through the glass but I can't. I try to speak but I am mute....
One day I was lying in bed reading one of Jack's erotic stories. He was gone for a business trip and I was missing him. His stories always make me wet. This one was no different. I got to thinking that Jack always takes care of my pleasures, no matter how erotic, sometimes sharing me with a stranger when I go with him on business, like the time I flew to Ta...
I’ve always had a secret fascination with barber shops. I guess it’s because that’s where men are most themselves. When I was in high school, my dad would take me and my brothers along when he got his hair cut. Like clockwork, he would go to this seedy shop in Little Italy and get a trim and a shave from the owner, Tony. My brothers and I would read the new...