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 […]
I am an avid fan of panties and recently I had one of my panty dreams come true thanks to a very understanding girlfriend. I have dated Cindy for about five months now and somehow she noticed how I was always looking at women’s legs in short skirts. I have especially always had an attraction to ladies in short tennis skirts and college cheerleaders in their short cheer leading skirts and mentioned this to Cindy. Cindy also loves to wear short skirts and I love it when she wears them when we go out. I know that many a man […]
I’ve told a couple of stories, at this sight about how my husband likes to show me off, especially to young teen boys. In case you haven’t read my other stories, let me describe myself. My name is Marcia, and I am a 24 year old blonde with what I am told is a walking wet dream body, nice breasts and long, long sexy legs. My husband walks around with a hard-on, continually, whenever we are out together. He always likes me to wear low-cut tops and mini skirts. (I like to wear them, too.) We have been married for […]
Hi, I wrote earlier about how my husband loves to show me off, to other males. In case you didn’t read my other story, I am a 5’10”, 24 years of age, with long blond hair and a body that my husband likes to call “a walking wet dream”. My husband always likes me to wear mini skirts and low cut tops. I like to wear them also, because of the attention I get. Especially from teen boys. This thing started a couple of years ago, when my husband’s younger brother, Josh, stayed with us, for the summer. He […]
Hi again. My name is Marcia, and in case you haven’t read my other stories, I’ll give your a short history. I’m a 24-year-old wife, whose husband loves to show off her body to men, women and especially to young teenage boys. (I love that, too!) I have long blonde hair and am 5’10” tall with long sexy legs, 35B breasts and my husband and many other people say I have a real, “walking wet dream” body. I love to show it off for my husband, who likes me to wear mini-skirts and go braless wherever we go. My favorite […]
I don’t know why I fantasised about my Aunty J. She was a small, thin lady in her early sixties, with a small bust. But I longed to have her thin fingers wrapped around my prick. I wanted my Aunty J to wank me off. And that is all I wanted, no sex, just a good wank. So, one day at a birthday party, a hypnotist was booked to provide the entertainment and this is what gave me my idea. I watched with awe as he had my Aunt barking like a dog and crowing like a cockerel. After the […]
It was late spring in the year of 1958, and the weather in the Midwest was unseasonably cool. This was particularly true in St. Louis, Missouri. Thus, the two women waiting at the passenger terminal at Lambert Airport had been obliged to wear light jackets when venturing from home. The two women varied widely in age, yet there was a definite similarity in their appearances that spoke mute testimony to their being related. And indeed they were. The tall, statuesque, gray-haired elderly woman was Agatha Etheridge, wife of the late, renowned chemist, Dr. Percival Etheridge, and now the sixty-four-year-old […]
He heard a voice calling him…calling him from somewhere…urging him awake… “Frank…Frank…are you awake?” The soft voice of his mother, Martha, brought Frank from the land of Nod. He opened his eyes. His mother, dressed in a lavender silk dressing gown, was bending over him. “I am now, Mother,” he replied, humorously. His mother smiled at him. “I’m sorry to awaken you, sleepy-head,” she teased him, gently. “But it’s already past nine o’clock in the morning. Breakfast is still warm, but it won’t be much longer.” “Nine o’clock…that late?” He glanced at his alarm clock on his bedside table. It […]
It was the midnight hour at the Etheridge home. Frank Etheridge rose from his bed as the grandfather clock in the hall tolled midnight. He threw on a robe, and left his room. He walked down the hall. He stopped at his mother’s bedroom door. His hand found the knob. He turned it. The door eased open on well-oiled springs. Frank walked into his mother’s bedroom. It was dark, with only the glow of a night light illuminating the room. The glow was sufficient, however, to reveal his mother’s bed, and his mother’s still form on the bed, deep in […]
