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The Gala Event

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Gala Event... The limousine was early and I arrived at Sarah's thirty minutes before our appointed time. I rang her bell but there was no response. I rang a second and then a third time before she opened the door. She was standing before me in a pale blue satin robe tied at the waist that came to mid thigh. She was stunning. I apologized for being so early and we embraced and kissed. My left hand pressed into the small of her back and brought her close to me. I then slipped my hand over the sensuous satin...

The Confessions of Jenny – 01

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This story is not fantasy, it is true. My name is Jenny (Jennifer) and I am a professional public relations manager, 36 years of age, brunette, medium height and with a good firm figure. My male office colleagues say that I am a very sexy lady, probably because during the summer I wear quite revealing dresses, generally with no bra, and yes....always stockings! I have a steady boyfriend, Simon, who is a picture editor for a technical magazine. We have been together for about 4 years now and we share a modern apartment in a converted mill about 10 miles...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 02 – The Late Dinner

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I would now like to tell you about one particular day when Simon was working from home instead of from his office. I arrived at our apartment, having stopped briefly in the village to buy some ingredients for our evening meal. Simon's car was in the usual place in front of the apartment. I collected my things from my car and went inside, expecting to see at least that the table in the dining room had been laid ready for our meal. Simon normally did this if he arrived home first or if he was working from home. There was...

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The Confessions of Jenny – 05 – The Exhibition

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The days following Simon's return from France were very busy for both of us. At home, we had plenty to talk about. He told me about the meetings in Paris and about the success of his presentation at the launching of the new magazine. Naturally, most of this talk took place when we were lying in each other's arms relaxing with a glass of wine after a busy day at the office. At dinner that evening, he told me that he too had been as randy as hell during his stay at the hotel. He then told me that he...

The Boss’ Wife (part 2)

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by GM The following day at work things carried on as normal, except for the flashes of Jill's navy blue stocking tops as her skirt persistently rode up when I entered her office; or the way she was always forced to lean over for something in my presence, allowing me a generous glimpse inside her blouse. That afternoon my boss was flying out on a business trip that would take him away for at least a week, which suggested that the timing of the previous night's events had obviously been very carefully planned. When I returned from lunch I found...

My Life and Hard Times (part 2)

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by JAS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY SISTER RACHEL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Firstly let me say that my sister and I have always been very close. Our parents were broad minded and brought us up never to feel ashamed of our bodies or shy about being seen nude by each other. Right up to early adolescence we even bathed together and thought nothing of it. 'Twogetherness' in the bath only came to an end only after my mother came into my room one morning. I was taking off my pyjamas to get ready for school and as had become almost customary during recent weeks I...

Loose Screw 6

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by JAS VI - AFTERNOON when I entertain the Tax Man to tea and crumpet. Consummation I go into the guest bathroom to gather up Ian's damp clothes when he's returned to the den after showering. Checking the wash cycle for his pants I see they're made from a blend of polyester with acrylic and that they're washable. This means I can wash and tumble-dry them together with his shirt and shorts in less than a couple of hours. It's his shorts that are the really intriguing item though. They're quite tiny and look as though they would fit me. ...

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Kathy

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By Bob Because Kathy was unable to get around I offered to stay and help her out. She wanted to pay me for fixing the porch but I refused any money from her. "Oh please Bob, take this money; you worked hard fixing my porch. If it wasn't for you, I don't know what I would've done." She begged. It was hard for me to take the money; sure I fixed her porch and what have you but if I'd been looking out in her interest in the first place she wouldn't be lying there on her couch with...

Ivan Learns a Lesson

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Chapter 1 – Early Days Miss Penelope Davis was one of the English teachers at my old school. She was around 20 to 25 years my senior and possessed an apparently straight-laced disposition, as did most of the lady teachers. She was a strict disciplinarian with a stentorian voice that penetrated walls with ease. A tongue lashing from PD was a humbling experience and yet I sensed warmth and emotion in her character that made me want to connect with her in a deeper, more personal way. Miss Davis dressed soberly, usually in a two-piece skirt and jacket or otherwise in a...

Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 01

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It was 1959 and I was eighteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a foster home my Aunty Jean had taken me in as her ward. Aunty Jean was forty-five and quite an attractive woman for her age. Her body was a little on the large side but she had large creamy breasts and stunning legs for a woman her age. She worked in an office in the city and her work attire usually consisted of skirt, blouse, heels and hosiery; she dressed sophisticatedly...

Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 02

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I crawled out the door and, still naked, I made my way down to the laundry to get a mop and bucket. After filling the bucket with warm soapy water I returned upstairs to my bedroom to find that my Aunty had gone. She had left me a note; it read: 'Wear this.........AND ONLY THIS!!! After you have completed your chores stand in the corner facing the wall and wait!' The note was pinned to a white satin apron, edged with lace. Underneath the apron was a set of clean sheets. I balked at the idea of wearing the apron...

Aunt Betty

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By BOB Sitting in my aunt's living room I patently watch TV. I was waiting for my Aunt Betty to come home from work. Aunt Betty was my mom's oldest sister. Aunty and her husband Uncle Cam lived in a lower one-bedroom apartment. They never had any children, but you could tell that they both loved kids. Uncle Cam would always walk me up to the corner store when I came to visit. He'd buy me candy, comic books and any junk food I wanted. His specialty was to buy a brick of vanilla ice cream and a bottle of...

Ann 2 – The Secretary Gets a Spanking

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It was the following Sunday and Ann's bottom had recovered from the thrashing James had given her with the cane. Through the course of the week the stripes on her bottom had gone from purple to yellow and now they had almost faded. However she knew that she would have to return to James apartment tonight, one week on, to receive the rest of her punishment. She had really been careless not to check her stocking seams. James always spanked her if they were not straight. It was 6 o'clock. She was not due at James until 8 o'clock. Suddenly...