My mother-in-law is an attractive mature lady of 63. She is slim build and, most importantly, is of an older school of ladies who wear tights everyday, even under trousers. I have often fooled around with her, grabbing her arse when kissing goodbye etc, touching her nylon clad legs when out at parties, all of which were taken in good humour and a playful sla...
Ben was a horny guy. At college, he loved to look at the female figure, whether it was his classmates or his teachers. He thought he was discreet, but unbeknownst to him, some of them knew it. Today, there would be a school program where one dance he was in had tights as the costume, and he was looking forward to enjoying the view of his female partner Hanna...
Chapter 2 Stock Taking Chris was on the same shift pattern as me for the next three months. We were on a fortnight of graveyard shifts, then a week off, then day shift for a month. It then repeated. I didn't mind night work. It paid well and you didn't have to put up with the tossers from Menswear, the bitches from Lingerie who always flirted and the bastar...
Chapter 1: Never Cross a Witch "I get the impression you don't believe me." I was getting inpatient, and was starting to feel very uncomfortable. I crossed my legs and pulled my skirt down a little subconsciously. I shifted on my chair. Opposite me sat Katherine ("with a 'K'", she said when she introduced herself ten minutes ago), drinking a gin and tonic...
I went back to the quarter slot machines to spend the last three dollars I had in my pocket. Not that I had spent all my money. I had just put a limit on myself. I was in town for my high school reunion. My thirty year reunion. There had been an unofficial party the night before with a lot of the old group showing up. Most of the girls that I had liked were...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the fourth in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first three installments for context....
Tony called me and asked me to come over and drink some cold beer. He also wanted me to bring the beer. I didn't really feel like it but I said yes anyway. He had just gone through a divorce and wasn't handling it too well. I had been divorced nearly two years and knew what he was going through. Besides, I didn't get out much since the divorce and I didn't w...
I shouldn't have been so naïve when I answered the ad but, then again, I was desperate. I'd been single again for quite a while and my sex life, and particularly, my indulgence in my fetish for tights, stockings and pussy eating had taken a bit of a tumble. I'd advertised on several straight and fetish contact sites, where the number of single men looking f...
My name is Adam Donnelly, and for as long as I can remember I've had an obsession for ladies wearing tights. Like a lot of guys with this fetish, it began with my mother, Sarah. She was a gorgeous woman in her youth, and remained attractive up until her mid-forties, when three pregnancies and the stress of managing a freelance financial consultancy agency ca...
She'd warned her boyfriend before, if she caught him watching tranny porn or dressing in her things that was it! And this time she had all the evidence she needed. The first clue was the suspicious stains left on her tights in the laundry basket. She's put them in there the day before after work but when she went to do the washing this morning, she noticed...