As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) – you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation) If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch A wee while after the incident where I reckon Pam’s daughter stole her mothers cum soaked panties, I must admit that it turned me on no end, handling nickers that were soaked in ‘woman’. In general Pam’s nickers weren’t what you’d call sexy, they tended to he more workman, or should that be workwoman like. White, cotton, big, functional. It was only when we went out together shopping that I’d point out the more sexy ones. Pam complained that thongs just disappeared up your bum crack and lacy ones just caught everything. Her daughter on the other hand, wow, hers were the most briefest of things. She had one that was a thong front and back, almost. Now I ought to point out that living with Pam and her daughter was weird. Pam tried to please us both and poor thing was always caught in the middle, and whilst you all know, sex with Pam was great but it usually had to be when her daughter was out. …
Bad Girl
(another original flight of fantasy by Me the first in a series of stories. In this context Daddy is a Daddy Dom and it is Role Play with people over the age of consent) I was getting ready for a party, wearing a halter neck dress that plunged deeply almost but not quite showing off my ample breasts and taking advantage of my bountiful cleavage, it was short enough that when I bent over the boys would get a look at the sexy mesh and lace panties that whilst they covered all the important things were shear and almost see through. I had applied more makeup that I would normally be allowed to wear gave a twirl in the mirror feeling slutty and a little bit whoreish as I put on my shoes to go dancing with friends, snuck past daddy’s study as quietly as I could and was almost at the front door when I dropped my keys swore and bent over to pick them up hoping he hadn’t heard Too late daddy appeared at his study door just as I bent over to pick up the keys I heard his sharp intake of breath knowing that he was seeing straight up my dress to be fair the dress came down to mid thighs it wasn’t that short I knew I was in trouble even before he spoke which is why I had tried to get out the front door unseen I turned on the spot and straightened up knowing that daddy would have got a good look at my cleavage and pink pouty glossy lips “In my office now” he barked and I knew he was really angry my pussy started to create a wet patch on my panties already. He spun me around as soon as I …
Babysitter Gives My Sister and Me A Sex Education
I have a fraternal twin sister, Shelly. As her twin brother we are naturally pretty close. Close age sibling relationships could go either way as always fighting and distant or close friends which is what we were. She’s mild tempered, very nice, not too shy, and above all very curious. She was curious in the way she’d bravely try just about anything without much hesitation. This story takes place when we were young, before puberty. We weren’t totally naive to sex but neither of us had really been exposed to it yet. A few times we did let each other briefly examine each other naked but there is nothing terribly exciting to tell about that. Next door to us was a large filipino family of about 9 children if I accurately recall. One of the oldest was a guy named Raul and he was about 18 or 19 years old. He was a big guy, tall, muscular build, and I remember he seemed so old, adult, and tall to me. He was great with his younger siblings and subsequently really good with us. He was a super cool older guy to me and I looked up to him. Sometimes when we were walking home from school he’d stop and give us a lift home in his car if he was passing by. In the back seat of his car he always had a pile of porn magazines and we would flip through the pictures checking out the naked women, men, and in some cases a graphic sexual act. Raul was a horny sexually liberal teenager and he didn’t hide it. He also told stories about his girlfriends which I always listened to with bated interest. My …
First time cross dressing pt1
Now I as as horny as any teen and probably more so… I had a shitty upbringing no mother it was just my nan and my dad when I saw him… So I will tell you all some true stories about me and my many adventure ….. when I started to notice my cock and how good it felt to play with it I used to pray for the summer holidays so I could just go outdoors and have many adventures on my own (I did have friends but being the summer holidays they went away). Anyway it was the first week of holidays as always dad left for work at 6am and my nan had three morning cleaning jobs so I was left alone till lunchtime.but this morning was to be so different as soon as nan left I jumped out of bed and I knew I was going to wank till my cock fell off (oh to be young) but I thought I wanted to try something different but what….. I stood in the bathroom it was cold but sunny then in the dirty laundry basket I saw a pair of knickers without a moments hesitation I grabbed them and headed back to my room they were stained a kind of white stain on them I'd never seen this before so I was curious as to what it was. I life's them to my nose and took a deep breath mmmmm it smelt warm and nice (what I later discovered to be pussy smell) I smelt them for ages I was rock solid sniffing and playing with my solidness wow I thought this is bl**dy good suddenly I felt a familiar feeling deep In my balls …. And before I knew it I exploded all over my belly I laid there for a few moments then I wondered …
Sex Studio Secrets #6: Wendy-3
Wendy wonders whether she wants to work more with her hot foot fetish, will she go pro? Wendy loves to confess and to consult her fine friend, elder gentleman Professor Peter Wendy knows he records everything on video and writes her true tales in sexy stories Wendy tells below about her hot day at work and some of her hottest sexy dirty dreams Wonderful Wendy looks lovely: slender and sexy, short dress, wears panties but never any underwear Wendy has firm little tasty tits and has a few kinky fancies and fantasies for further love life Wendy is into 'smelly sex', suffering from a fancy for Bromadrosis or stink-feet from fine females Wendy loves she smell of her panties … especially after she wears them for three days in a row! Wendy has a great day at work in the shoe-shop which offers only long leather boots and high heels Wendy has an attractive client with long legs and she helps her out of her over-the-knee long boots Wendy gets wet from the smell of her feet and proposes her client to retire with her to the canteen Wendy knows well her client has seen her bare bald snatch under her sheer sexy see-through panties! Wendy seduces her and foot-fucks herself with the smelly foot, she comes hard squirting all over it Wendy loves to talk to trusted priest Professor Peter Poet about her fetishes, fancies and fantasies Wendy confesses to him that she sometimes wonders whether she wants to become a whore for foot-fucks? Wendy loves his wide open mind without any moral borders …
Foreshadowing: A Night To Remember
I have a little dirty confession to make. The Château le Comte is the scene of one of my oldest, almost compulsive and permanent erotic fantasies. I remember a stifling summer day, just a few months after I turned sixteen. In spite of the glaring sun and the heat wave my girlfriends and me would walk around the city during the weekends to celebrate our freedom and spend some money we have gained out of our temporary jobs. Our lean, blossoming bodies, flowing summer dresses and short skirts on the border of propriety attracted the appreciative male gazes. We basked in the attention and ran our tongues over the melting surface of our ice creams cones, pretending to be oblivious of the passion we stirred. One of our favorite destinations was exactly the Château le Comte. We'd stand outside and gape at the magnificent building that stood out against the hovering skyscrapers. Even at that hormonal age in which our sensuality was waking up and we were making our first insecure steps on the road to womanhood we seemed to harbor typical girly fantasies. During that summer those wet dreams were all set there, at that unreachable castle. When we would gather at my house for a sleepover party I suggested that we dressed in the sexiest underwear we had and tell each other of our naughtiest daydreams related to Château le Comte. At first the girls got a little embarrassed and even claimed that the idea was stupid. Finally they agreed, albeit reluctantly. I could tell they were curious …