note: Bath Night is chronologically before this one and should be read first. Before the best day of Sandra’s life came one of the worst nights of her life. Not the worst night; that was when her father passed away when she was little. But this night was right up there. And fridays were always supposed to be her lucky day, too! First, little Pete came home with a bruised cheek and his nice school clothes torn up. Maternity was the one place the young mother thought kids would never fight. The matriarchal community was supposed to produce gentle boys, […]
Sandra spent the week thinking about her meeting with Cynthia. Her neighbor’s boy, younger than Sandra’s son, was so well behaved that it put her to shame, and his relationship with her so open, so loving and close that it made her jealous. Sandra ached whenever she saw Gregory leap into his mommy’s arms. How she wished she could cuddle Pete, as often and as openly, as her neighbors! ‘She gets him off as often as she can,’ mused Sandra as she idly looked out her window, watching the woman wrestling and giggling together with her children. ‘The girl too, […]
I have been in love with slips most of my life. I have tried many different things which I am surprised have not ended me in jail. It surprises me how some women are into it. One time I went into a large department store late in the evening to look for slips. I went into the lingerie department and luckily there was no one else there except the sales clerk. She was a woman in her mid thirties, wearing a black skirt, white blouse, dark hose and black pumps. I could see a very high slit in this skirt. […]
I grew up in a small mid-western town, in the far north snowbelt. My mother, like most of the women in the town, wore jeans, flannel shirts, sweat pants, and athletic shoes most of the time. The only exception was for Church, then I might see a few women in dresses and heels. There were no real “fashion plates” in the town. Except then came Marge. She was a rather plain looking brunette, about 5′ 6″ tall, but she had a fantastic figure. Marge had grown up in Chicago and moved, as an adult, to our small town because her […]
I was spending the night at a friend’s house one summer evening. I was 15 and John invited me to sleep over. I had stashed my new treasure in my sleeping bag for later when everyone was asleep, a silky black nylon mini slip. It barely went to the middle of my thighs and was one of my first purchases for myself. John’s mother Joan greeted us when I arrived and we spent the night watching videos and eating snacks before John went to his room to sleep and I settled in on the couch. After the lights were out, […]
The old lady next door had died and her children had sold the place. I really liked her. We had been very good neighbors for years. She would bake me cookies and I would mow her yard. Her daughters told me that a schoolteacher had bought the place. Great, some old English teacher. A fine neighbor she would make. A week or so later I saw a moving van parked there when I went to work. For some reason I gave that moving van a lot of thought. I worked evenings and school teachers worked days so it was about […]
by Stairmaster I sat on my porch, it was a hot July summer day. My chores had been done and I sat reading a novel. My mind drifted in and out of the fictionious fantasy laid in print before my eyes. I looked up and across the street, my neighbor sat in her pink dress, it was short as usual, and I eyed her legs from the distance, her legs crossed, the bottom of her thighs exposed. I had seen her and her legs many times, and paid little attention. We had grown up together, snowball fights together when we […]
The bell rang and he slid in to his seat for Algebra at 2:00. Heglanced across the class room to see what she was wearing that day. She sat ahead of him, and four rows across to the right. She hadon a dark brown skirt and white blouse. She sat with her legs crossedand looking intently ahead. She scooted up a little in her chairand he thought he saw a hint of her stockings slide out from under herskirt. He glanced quickly away to avoid staring at her. Thelecture started. As it droned on he slowly shifted his gazeback to the […]
Kristie Talbot threw her school books to the floor, draped her jacket over the stand, and then dropped herself onto her bed. School had been tiring, and she felt especially worn as she had slept badly the night before. She kicked off her shoes, and then sitting up against her pillows, she drew her long legs underneath her, and then smoothed her knee length, grey school skirt over her hips. At the end of her bed was a pile of washing her mother had folded and placed there to be put away, and so with a sigh, she slid to […]
While driving on the highway the other day, I saw some panties on the side of the road. Soon I passed another pair, and some other clothes. I had to stop and pick some of them up for my collection, and to see what vacationer lost their clothes. I walked back to the first pair of panties, and then walked back up the shoulder picking up the rest of the clothes. I threw what I had in the car and started walking again, picking up more panties and sexy tops, and occasionally a pair of shorts or a skirt. I […]
It all started after my sister found out that I was wearing her panties and using them as my own personal sperm bank when I made it back to my room after peeking into her bedroom window from my mother’s closet. Mom often hung her bras in her closet after she changed clothes which made them nice and convenient on the nights that I was lucky enough to find my sister had left her shade open while she would sometimes slowly change into her pj’s. The best nights were when she would take off all her clothes except her […]
May I start with a little introduction; I am 33 years old of average height, average build, wear glasses and would pass by in a club without much of a fuss. May I also point out that I am adopted so any liaisons with family members are not strictly incest? Since my interests in the fairer sex go back into my earliest memories, I thought that the others of like mind out in the vast underbelly of this beast we call the internet would enjoy a quick resume of my past and contact me with comments and perhaps opportunities to […]
