My name is Paul and I seem always to have had a fascination with women's underwear, especially girdles, corsetry, bras, stockings, suspenders and so on. As an 18-year old teenager, in 1969, the family went on holiday to the Norfolk Broads. On the way back, a detour was made to the Spirella factory at Letchworth, Hertfordshire. There were many women, men and...
Part of my job entails entertaining clients and potential new clients and sometimes their wives, husbands or girlfriends come along too. On such occasions Karen my wife of five years will often come with me. She is excellent company and very good with the clients and their partners and just happens to look great too. Karen loves socialising and thoroughly en...
Suzanne Interviewed in Manchester 18 November 2006, Interviewer: Hi, thanks for meeting me. I've got about an hour. I'm doing interviews with women who use their fashions to improve their love lives. That could mean sex-lives, you know? Is that OK? Some women talk about shorts, and others talk about stockings. Some have told me about Spanx. Others abou...
[Although based on an actual survey carried out in the 1990s by a friend of the author's, this account is brought up to date and fictionalised a little for our special interest and benefit.] * Suzanne Interviewed in Manchester 18 November 2006, Interviewer: Hi, thanks for meeting me. How did you first find out about our project? Suzanne: I found you...
I have to know what it feels like to wear heels. I have the house to myself tonight and I'm going to play. I already have panties but want to buy some new ones. My wife bought me a black, frilly thong which I wore for her when we went out one night; I also have a cheap, supermarket pair of sheer black briefs, which have a tiny red bow and a little silver k...
A humorous guide to understanding English terms for the discerning reader. * 'His hand lifted up her tight skirt as it skimmed up her leg over her stockings where her suspenders held them up, over the soft silken skin, and then he squeezed her voluptuous arse before coming around to cup her fanny where it lay hidden under her knickers.' For a great many r...
It is a warm morning in July and Phyllis is lying on her bed, propped up with three pillows behind her shoulders. She is beginning to please herself. Her right hand is between her labia and moving rhythmically to create the sensations she desired so very much. The pressure and the rhythm I perfect because she's perfected it: over many years, and now she know...
The party at the pub was in full swing, music blasting through the room, lights flashing as people danced holding onto each other some the worse for wear already. Linda was swaying her body limp against the guy dancing with her, she had drunk too much too quickly and was now starting to suffer for it. The guy, George was a casual friend who we often saw and...
I saw you out of the corner of my eye. Knew you were there before you said anything. You were wearing a suit, but under that I knew you were wearing those suspenders. You always wore them. And despite the fact that you had a girlfriend, those suspenders and the way you wore them made me attracted to you and your cynical personality. "Hey," You say. You're a...
My orgasm, my long awaited release finally came, I came so very hard over and over. I could feel each spurt of warm cum on my chest almost reaching my face. My cries of pleasure muffled, still gagged and tied were surely the precursor for what came next. I should have known that it would come. I, after all am a sub, a slave. Rarely should I be allowed fr...