Lazy, soft snow was floating from a winter-pink evening sky. Crisp, cold air rushed up the back of her coat in an assault to her warmest places, "Oh God, please don't let anything happen at the airport this time...."Kelsey pleaded to into the thin rocky mountain air as she remembered with a shudder the minor fender bender the last time she was there.. There's no way she would want to be pulled over in the state of dress that she was in this time....an elegant long black coat and pretty satin heels were only a clever guise for what lay beneath: Thigh high black lace stockings, a pert little red and black bustier with a sweet red bow nestled between her chilled and milky breasts. And of course, one of his favorites, a pair of frilly, red and black crotch-less ... Read More»

When I found my first pantyhose, I loved the way they felt on my hands so I had to try them on. I had to be careful so my cousin wouldn't find me in her dresser going threw her hoses and panties. It smelled great once I opened the dresser. I tried her hose on and they felt so comfortable on my legs that I had to leave with them. Ever since then I’ve been collecting pantyhose from female family members Read More»

I love panties. I love my wife in sexy panties of all types. I love her in satin string bikini panties. I love her in skimpy tanga panties. I even love her in hipsters. My favorite panties are silk. I love the way they feel. I love to fuck my wife wearing panties. I love panties. I'm as masculine as it gets. I love when I get hard. I love fucking my wife. I love being in charge. I love a romantic love session and I love also love raw sex and fucking my wife long and hard. I love pounding her pussy while she wears panties. I don't have a gay bone in my body, but I love panties so much I frequently wear my wife's panties. She buys me panties and we buy panties together for each other. The fact I love to wear panties and my wife loves me wearing panties has ... Read More»

Drew knew I was off work today. He knew I was restless and bored. He seemed pleased by this. I sat on the couch, blandly looking at the television. I felt his thoughts run into mine. He was going to come to my apartment. Impatiently, I waited for him to arrive on my doorstep. It had been a month since I last saw him. That time, we had not had sex. I thought I was going to die, as I waited for him. Finally, the softest knock on the door was accompanied by desire I still could not control. "Hi, Alex," he said as his shrugged off his long, black leather jacket. He seemed to be unhappy about something. I waited for him to talk. If he didn't want to talk, I was prepared just to let the quiet grow between us. He didn't wait to start telling me all about it, ... Read More»

Excitement is building as I wait for the night you have planed for us. I begged and begged for you to tell me what we were going to be doing but you kept telling me to be a good little girl and have patience, patience is definitely not my virtue and that is exactly why you are keeping this a secret. Finally the day has arrived and I am instructed to wear something "cute, but comfortable". I choose my favorite pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt that shows my full breasts well. You pick me up at my house and I am always a bit shy and nervous when I first see you. I get in your car and smile leaning close to hug and kiss you. My hair is in braided pigtails which always make you grin. I blush when you tell me you like what I chose to wear and that you are pleased to ... Read More»

I woke up when some fluid hit my face, then I smelt it. It was piss. Where the hell was I? Then two parts of darkness parted and I saw a face looking at me. "Bonjour bonjour. En plein de vos la bouche je vous en prie." So I opened my mouth and the piss squirted in. I just had to gulp it down. It tasted salty, I had forgotten the taste. I could see that the woman above me was only crouching over the toilet seat. When the flow of piss stopped, she sat down properly and looked down at my face once more and spoke (in French) "Lick me now to orgasm, or I shall shit on you." My face was tickled by her pubic hair. I pushed my tongue up into her cunt and penetrated her vagina. It felt smooth and tight. The woman shifted her arse backwards and I could feel her ... Read More»

As long as I could remember I loved the feeling of wearing panties and sometimes dressing up. I live in an older neighborhood where the houses are close together so it was always easy and convenient to see and talk to our neighbors. Rhonda who lived on one side of me was about 45 and single. She was not the prettiest woman by any means but she always dressed to hot and always catch your eye. She never wore a bra and although she was very small in breast size with large nipples that always said hello when you saw her. She loved to garden and that was always prime time for a little voyeur time. My garage had windows on the side that faced her flower garden. Bending down always gave me great views of her butt crack that almost always was showing and of course a ... Read More»

There is something to be said about the male orgasm. In my opinion men got the better deal when it comes to orgasms. I mean think about it. Unless a chick is a squirter other than muscle spasms and loud moaning you'd never know she came. Men on the other hand are shooting fireworks. Whether it is a small teaspoon size load that dribbles out of his cock or a huge stream that shoots all over, I find a guy cumming the most interesting thing to watch. Of course I also love to participate in making a guy shoot his load and playing with his cum after he does. My idea of a good night, is one hand wrapped around a thick, pulsing cock and the other buried between my thighs. Now don't get me wrong, I love sex. In fact I can't live without it. But there is just ... Read More»

Me and my boyfriend was on our way back to the hotel room after having a dinner in the hotel restaurant. During the dinner I had taken of my shoe and massaged his groin with my foot, knowing that he liked having sex at public places. And so do I by the way. We were now in the elevator, kissing, and I had my hand down the front of his pants, caressing his cock. The elevator arrived at our floor and I got out, heading for our room anxious to get fucked. "Hold on honey. I want you to suck me here in the corridor." Knowing how exited he got from the risk of being seen I agreed to his wished and went down on my knees. I unzipped his fly and took out his swelling cock. I smiled at him while I masturbated him and then I took all of his cock inside ... Read More»

I met Jennifer at work. She is about 40, dark hair, buxom but shapely, very well dressed and confident. She has dark mysterious eyes and she seems very flirtatious. I'm just 19 and recently started, and although she's not in my department she is very senior in the company. We were talking at the coffee machine one day, and she asked me, "Hey John, how are you settling into the area? Have you met any locals? Got a social life yet?" I answered, "I'm still finding my feet here." "Oh, you should come round for dinner one night, I know lots of young people round here. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow at 7pm?" Jennifer said, "I'll email you the address." Wow, Jennifer certainly didn't mess about... one moment I was chatting to her, the next I was ... Read More»

The fear on her face was real. You could see every twitch, every drop of sweat on her skin. The criminal's knife lovingly slid across her sheened skin, pausing at each birthmark or freckle in an insane version of Connect the Dots. His voice was silent as the video clip had no sound but whatever he said had an effect on the victim. Her eyes bulged like those of a frightened horse and she strained against her bonds as he crawled on top of her, slapping his prick painfully against her hooded clit. She screamed each time, tears escaping from the corner of her eyes. He just laughed and thrust his prick into her, ignoring her cries. "Oh, yes!" Pamela Graham clenched her thighs together, pressing her vibrator even farther up into her grasping cunt and wiggled the ... Read More»

I live in a road with houses down one side and a block of flats on the other. My name is Andy, I'm 25 years old, single, a TV, I have a boy friend of sorts, he rings me from time to time telling me when he is coming round. This gives me time to get ready for him, I shower and put on the clothes he likes me to wear. Black underwear, suspenders, stockings, panties and a black dress. Then the finishing touch is a blonde wig, lots of make-up and black high-heels. He had rung earlier to say he was coming over. As usually I was sitting in my bedroom window looking out for him, this gives me chance to watch for a guy who lives in the flats opposite. He is a hunk, well over six feet tall, he looks very fit, dark hair and sun-tanned. I hadn't been there long when I saw ... Read More»

I go by the name of "Sabrina X" on several on-line sites. I'm now a 68 year old widow (I was married twice before my third husband passed away from cancer several years ago.) I'm not too bad looking for 68, or, so I have been told by several different men. Having been married to three different men, I learned a lot about what it is that "really" drives most male libidos. And it doesn't have much to do with the word "love!" It's far simpler, and more direct than that really. You could easily sum it up in just one word, actually. The word would be "ORGASM!" Men will do practically anything at all for an orgasm. They are so incredibly mercenary about that; and a woman that's smart enough to tap into that simple, and yet one overriding principle, can get away ... Read More»

Taking what is his. It was early that evening and she was with her friends enjoying a few drinks. Having a good time the night was coming to an end. She was heading back to her hotel. When he followed her taxi cab in his truck back to her hotel. She gets out of her taxi and walks slowly stumbling back to her room. That was when he followed her, and got within 10 feet of her, she was reaching into her purse to get her room key and fiddling around, he slows down and keeps watching her to which room she gets in. Gives her a few minutes, then knocks at her door she answers the door and he pushes his way in. With his face covered her grabs her pushes the door shut and covers her mouth from people hearing her screams and whispers in her year you scream and you ... Read More»

Ancilla Meyers knew that her husband was cheating on her. He was acting all jumpy and skittish. He came home at odd hours, claiming that he was at work. She knew he wasn't because his secretary was a dear friend and had told Ancilla otherwise. He wasn't even being that careful about hiding it, he and the other woman had been spotted having lunch. Ancilla was not the type to give up her marriage without a fight. The slinky blonde had beat out all the other girls to claim Barry as her own. He had often told her that it was her sexy French accent but Ancilla also believed there were other, more obvious reasons. Through exercise and diet, she had taken very good care of those "reasons". Perhaps it was time to remind her husband that she was still gorgeous ... Read More»