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As most of you are probably aware, the last weekend in June marks the largest music festival in the UK at Glastonbury. Being England, unfortunately you can't rely on the weather being wall to wall sunshine. In all honesty, you can pretty much guarantee that you're going to get wet at some point over the weekend. This year was no exception and by Friday afternoon, the sunglasses and sun hats had been replaced with rain-hoods and brollies.

Being the optimistic type, I always try to find the positives in the situation. As luck would have it, girls in the UK have decided that if you're at a festival and the rain starts, denim shorts, a pair of tights and wellies are the order of the day. When I say shorts, don't be thinking baggy shorts that reach your knees, think tight shorts that just about cover your bum cheeks - Daisy Duke from Dukes of Hazard would think twice about wearing something so small. Lots of girls still stick with the tried and trusted green wellies, but with them becoming standard festival wear the manufacturers have started to develop some interesting designs, including some with a bit of a heel. Where the girls can really show their individualism is in their choice of tights. Obviously, black tights are the favourites, ranging from sheer, through opaque and shiny all the way to leggings. Then there's the girls trying to bring a little colour to the occasion wearing tights all colours of the rainbow. Then there's the girls who are desperate to be noticed in the bright pinks and fishnets. Finally there's the confident, individual girl who wears patterned tights or lacy tights - my type of girl.

Being a closet cross-dresser who enjoys the delights of pulling a new pair of tights up my freshly smooth legs, I always have mixed emotions when the rain starts. I'm never sure if I want to make passionate love to these girls or join them by putting on a pair of tights. Although anything goes at Glastonbury, I'm still too shy to step out of the tent in my hot pants and black lacy tights. Most people wouldn't look twice, but I'm not sure how Bob, my festival buddy, would take it.

By the time the rain started on Friday afternoon, Bob and I had tried out a few of the bars and were enjoying the music, the beer and the atmosphere of the event. As the weather started to deteriorate during the afternoon, out came the girl's tights and wellies. Although I was enjoying the music (who wouldn't when you're being entertained by some of the best music in the world?) I couldn't give the music my full attention as where ever I looked, walking by me was a long pair of legs in various colours and the swishing sound of nylon thighs rubbing together.

When Lily Allen came onto the Pyramid stage, Bob and I decided to sit down and enjoy the music. From a prone position, there's a constant stream of coloured legs crossing your field of view. Now I'm sure that Lily put on a great show, but I couldn't really tell you as my mind was swirling around trying to work out which were the best legs going by. Eventually I told Bob that I had to go and get a beer. If I didn't do it soon, my erection would be so obvious that I wouldn't be able to walk to the bar.

By the time I returned to Bob, Lily's set had finished and the stage was being prepared for the Specials who I was really looking forward to. Whilst I had been gone the area had become a lot more crowded. Alongside us were a group of lively youngsters drinking their cider straight out of the bottle and seeming to enjoy themselves. To the other side there was a young family with a c***d in a buggy. I couldn't help paying attention to the group of youngsters as each of the girls was wearing the shorts, tights and wellies uniform.

Before the Specials made an appearance Bob went to the bar to get his round in. This gave my the opportunity to watch the world go by and enjoy the rainbow of colours and the variety of leg types, short and stubby, athletic and my favourite, long and shapely.

Whilst watching a particularly nice pair of legs go by in a nice royal blue, my view was blocked by a group of three who dropped their bags just in front of where I was sitting. It was obviously a couple with their young daughter. A quick appraisal was that the couple were in their mid to late 30s and they'd brought their daughter with them. She looked to be around 17 or 18 and didn't look best pleased at being at a trendy place like Glastonbury, but having to tag along with her parents. She was wearing the compulsory tight jeans shorts and a pair of silk shiny black tights which were showing off her legs to good affect. Her mother was wearing matching shorts and a pair of black lacy tights which grabbed my attention. As they dropped their bags, I must have been staring a little to long as I noticed that the mother was looking back through her legs straight at me and a cute smile crossed her lips. Perhaps I was imagining it, but I swear that she wiggled her ass at me before she sat down.

Fortunately Bob soon returned with the beers and it distracted me from thinking what this women's legs would look like from between her thighs. After a few more minutes the Specials came on stage, the crowd all jumped up and were entertained for the next 45 minutes. Occasionally I would glance over at the mother to watch her moving away to a little ska music, a simple dance, but a sexy one. The lady had rhythm for sure and I was envious of her lucky partner, knowing that he'd be sharing a tent with her tonight. Despite the quality of the music, throughout the entire set, their daughter sat there with a sullen look on her face. Typical petulant teenager I thought.

The Specials finished their set with the classic Ghost Town and the whole field, except the sullen daughter, were up on their feet cheering. Next up was Neil Young, strange choice of headlining on the main stage, but Bob was a fan, so we were going to stay around and listen to the old man. The cider drinking youngsters headed off, probably to watch a young up and coming band. The young family also headed off, probably past their c***d's bed time. The couple and their daughter stayed around, so even if the music wasn't great, at least there would be something interesting to watch.

My round at the bar this time and as I headed off, I noticed that the guy standing next to me at the bar was the partner off the lady in the black lacy tights. He was wearing a Neil Young t-shirt, so I guess it was his choice for them to stick around for the old man.

Just for a change, I managed to get served quite quickly at the bar and was back at the Pyramid before the guy in the Neil Young t-shirt. As I approached Bob, I noticed that the lady in the black lacy tights and her daughter were deep in conversation, but when I walked pass, the mother looked up at me and smiled and her daughter giggled. I gave Bob his beer and sat down. The mother and daughter both turned around and carried on whispering. Fortunately, the man in the Neil Young t-shirt returned with their drinks and they turned back and started talking to him.

Shortly after this, the crowd cheered as Neil came on stage. Everyone around us stood up as he started to play. After about ten minutes my interest in his music had waned so I sat down. Looking over at the family, the mother and daughter were both sitting down, whilst the dad seemed to be having the time of his life. Even my friend Bob seemed to be engrossed in the music.

The mother saw me looking over and began to stand up and come towards me. I was a bit nervous as I thought she was going to make a comment about me staring at her and her daughter, but she had a big smile on her face which reassured me. Bob had moved further forward to get closer to the atmosphere, as had the dad. The mother sat herself down alongside me and introduced herself as Suzy and sitting over there was her daughter, Tammy. I introduced myself as Tony.

"So Tony, did you enjoy looking at my ass? I can't help but notice that you were staring at my lacy tights when we first got here. I can't say I blame you, they are rather nice aren't they. Here, see how they feel."

With that she grabbed my hand and ran it up and down her thigh, leaving it resting right at the top of her thigh, within an inch of her tight shorts. I have to say that the tights felt as good as they looked and she was starting to have an affect on me. I glanced over at her husband who was so engrossed in Neil Young that he hadn't noticed what was going on. Her young daughter glanced over and seemed to be a bit embarrassed with what her mother was up to.

"Yes they feel lovely," I said, "I guess you most keep yourself in good shape to be able to carry off that look.".

Suzy reached across to my thighs and ran her hand underneath the leg of my shorts and gave my thigh a firm squeeze.

"Well Tony, you've got pretty got thighs as well. Hey Tammy, come over here and feel Tony's thighs.".

I'm not sure who was more embarrassed, Tammy or me, but judging by the look on Tammy's face, it was probably her. She had the cutest pink nail polish on her fingers and she had the softest touch as she ran her fingers up my other thigh . Up close, she had beautiful, blue eyes with just a little make-up around them and a light red lipstick which showed off her clear skin wonderfully. She looked me straight in the eyes and said to her mother,

"Yes Mummy, very firm, but I prefer hairy legs."

I was surprised that a girl of her age still called her mother that, but was having problems thinking straight with Suzy squeezing one thigh and Tammy stroking the other. It was taking all of my self control to keep my erection from becoming too obvious.

"Strange that you should mention the lack of hairs, that's exactly what I was thinking," Suzy said. "So Tony, is that why you were staring at my legs earlier? It wasn't because you were admiring me, but you were wishing that you were wearing them weren't you?"

"Don't be silly." I blustered. "I'm a keen cyclist, so I like to keep my legs clear of hair."

"Utter rubbish Tony. You know it, I know it, even Tammy here knows it." You've seen my husband over there haven't you?"

I nodded.

"Well, he might look relaxed up there listening to his music, but he's very protective of me and Tammy here. If he thought for one second that you'd been staring at us and making us feel uncomfortable, well let's just say that I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."

I wasn't sure where this was going. I was sitting here being threatened by a lady with the best legs I had seen all weekend and her gorgeous teenage daughter whilst they were both caressing ever further up my thighs whilst all around us people were listening to Neil Young and paying little attention to us.

"Now Tony, as you probably noticed, Tammy here hasn't been enjoying today and I promised her a weekend that she'd never forget at her first Glastonbury. As a treat for finishing her GCSEs her Dad and I thought we'd show her what life is like now that she's entered womanhood. As you're the first man here to pay us any attention, you're the lucky man who's going to provide the entertainment tonight. Come with us."

Not sure whether to make a show of what was happening, I looked into Tammy's eyes and saw a little glint and a smile. Over my other shoulder Suzy was standing with her hands on her hips. Her husband was still engrossed in the music as was Bob. Tammy grabbed my hand and give it a little tug. Well, what man could resist the charms of these two women? So I gave in and let them lead me to their tent.

As we walked through the crowds Suzy was telling me that it wouldn't take long to get to their tent. We wouldn't be able to miss it, it was one of the large ones with a central dome so they had plenty of living space.

Within about ten minutes, we were at their tent. Suzy fumbled around with the zips and lit a couple of candles to provide some light. We were so close to the Pyramid stage that we could still hear Neil Young banging his tunes out. Tammy squeezed my hand and said she'd see me in a minute as she need to go to the toilet but her mum would look after me until she got back.

"Okay Tony, are you coming in?"

Nervously I lifted the tent flap and there was Suzy, preparing a bit of space for us. I still wasn't too sure where there was going to end up, but I thought to myself, go with it, after all, this is Glastonbury.

"You've got a choice Tony. Before Tammy returns you can either put on these lacy tights, which we both know you like, and I'll let you screw me so that I can make sure that you're the right man to show my Tammy what it feels like to be a woman, or you can walk out the tent and go and listen to Neil Young. Are you man enough?"

Seeing Suzy sitting there, grinning away, the chance to wear her tights and screw her was irresistible. The fact that if I did a good job, she'd let me take Tammy's cherry was the icing on the cake. I started to undo my shorts which brought a squeal of delight from Suzy.

"Fantastic Tony, you're going to fulfil one of my fantasies. Every time I suggest dressing up to my husband he's says that a real man wouldn't let his woman dress him up, but I admire a man that's prepared to try everything once."

Suzy pulled her wellies off and yanked her shorts down her legs. After pulling my boots and socks off, my shorts were soon on the floor alongside them. I looked up to see Suzy standing there in just her lacy tights, which I noticed where crutch-less. Combined with the fact that she wasn't wearing any knickers and that she was now down to just her bra, my underpants were struggling to contain my erection. To think that when packing I was considering packing some pink panties rather than briefs, I could have been perfectly prepared for this eventuality. I yanked the remainder of my wet clothes off as Suzy threw a cute little pink top at me.

"Put this on and then come over here and take my tights off."

After squeezing myself into the top and pulling down my briefs I walked over to the reclining Suzy and reached up to her waist.

"I see that my Tammy might need a little lubrication if you're not going to hurt her. After we've finished, that should be enough."

As I rolled her tights down her legs I noticed that they were still wet from the rain earlier in the day and even wetter around the crutch area. I couldn't resist bending down a giving her a lick between her legs and couldn't believe just how wet she was. Hopefully it wasn't just the rain, but the thought of what we were about to do.

"Tony, I see I was right about you. The way you're rolling my tights up your legs, it's obvious that you've done that before. I was also right about your legs. Those tights look better on you than they did on me, but there again, I didn't have a large erection poking through the hole in them."

I still couldn't really believe what was happening. Here I was in the tent of a nearly naked lady, who I had only met within the last thirty minutes, wearing her still warm tights, about to screw her and if I was good enough to take her young daughter's virginity. I just love Glastonbury.

"Well Tony, you need a proper girls name. What do you call yourself when you're at home?"

"Anna."

"Well Anna, come over here and show me that your good enough for my Tammy."

I don't need asking twice. With the candles fluttering away in the tent and Neil Young serenading us from outside, I fell between Suzy's thighs and rubbed my erection along the inside of her moist thighs. As I looked up into Suzy's eyes, I felt my erections start to throb. Suzy tried to get her fingers around my erections as we fell into a kiss and I released her firm breasts from the constraints of her bra.

I love the way that the older woman likes to take control when it comes to sex. The fact that I was already wearing her tights meant that we both knew who was in charge here. After making sure that Suzy was wet enough to take my erection, I let her guide me into her pussy. It's not often that the rain at Glastonbury leads to something good, but in this instance it had prepared her pussy perfectly to accept me.

As my head broke through the entrance of her pussy, Suzy started rubbing her hands up and down my nylon encased legs. I know that it was giving me a thrill and I'm sure that it was exciting Suzy as well. After a couple of tentative thrusts, Suzy grabbed my ass checks and pulled me fully into her waiting pussy. As my balls slapped against her ass checks, she released a scream. I was glad that most people would be down at the stages listening to the music, since anyone listening would know what we were up to.

As I let Suzy get used to the size of my erection she wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me further into her. I know that it's a cliché, but I really don't think my erection had ever been this big or this deep inside a woman.

"Anna, I need to know that you've got the staying power and strength to pop my girl's cherry. Show me how fast you can go before spraying my insides."

With that I started thrusting in and out of this wonderful woman's thighs. Looking down at her as her head is going side to side, her mouth wide open and eyes squeezed tightly shut, I knew that it was time that I took control.

"Suzy, I like a woman to be looking me in the eye before I cum inside her, so open your eyes."

I looked down at her breasts swelling nicely on her firm body which was rubbing against the pink top that I was wearing. I could still feel Suzy ankles rubbing up and down the back of my lace covered thighs. It took all my powers of concentration not to blow my load straight away. I gave Suzy another long, passionate kiss before reaching further down and sucking on each of her breasts.

Just as I was about to release my load, behind me I heard the sound of the tent zipper being opened and looked over my shoulder. There stood Tammy with a cute little smile on her lips.

"I see that you started without me. As long as you don't finish without me, I don't care. I think my top suits you Tony"

"She likes to be known as Anna when she's wearing tights. Now get your wellies off and help me satisfy this new lady."

This interruption was just about enough for me to delay filling Suzy's cunt with my load. I slowed down a little bit as Suzy ran her finger nails against my nipples underneath the pink top. I could hear Tammy removing her clothes and looked over my shoulder to see that Tammy was down to her shiny tights and bra. Tammy was obviously a late developer as her chest was very flat which is probably why her top fitted me so well.

"Come over here Tammy and get a good look at how Anna is using her cock at an angle to give me satisfaction as it rubs against my clit. Feel free to stroke him as he thrusts in and out. If you like, you can get a bit closer and lick up anything that dribbles out."

Tammy didn't need a second invitation. I could hear her behind me as she bent down to have a closer look. To balance herself, she grabbed my lacy buttocks with her little hands. I could feel her warm breath around my ass as she came in for a closer look. I slowed down a little so that she could see what was happening and felt her nails rubbing against my shaft as it left her mother's cunt.

"Have you noticed that with each thrust of his cock that the sphincter contracts. Some men say that they come more powerfully if there lover puts a finger in their ass. Try lubricating your finger and see if you can get it in. You don't mind do you Anna?"

At this point I would have agreed to almost anything. Suzy's surprisingly tight cunt muscles were doing a good job of milking my erection and I was still loving the feeling of Suzy and Tammy's hands caressing my nylon encased legs.

"Of course, but be careful, I've never had anything in my ass before."

I felt Tammy remove one of her hands from my legs and felt her rub a finger alongside my cock inside her mother's cunt. This brought another squeal from her mother.

"Oh you naughty girl, I said for you to lubricate it in your mouth. I see that I can probably learn something from my little daughter!"

With the lubrication I felt Tammy try to get her finger through my sphincter. To make it a little easier, I stopped thrusting for a moment. To take my mind off what was going on in my ass, I reached down and gave Suzy another passionate kiss and told her what a lucky woman she was. At that moment Tammy managed to get her finger into my ass which made me start a little and my cock twitched inside Suzy's cunt. She held it their for a couple of seconds whilst I got used to it. I then returned to thrusting into her mother's cunt.

"So Anna, how does that feel? Do you like my finger in your ass? Do you think that I could fit two in? How about three?"

I was just nodding as I looked deep into Suzy's eyes.

"Your daughter is a fast learner. Some how she seems to know exactly what a man likes."

Bit by bit Tammy managed to squeeze three fingers into my ass. How I managed not to explode inside her mother, I don't know. With her fingers still in my ass, I felt Tammy rubbing her shiny tights rubbing against my lacy ones. With her free hand she grabbed my chin and turned my head around so that she could plant her lips on mine. For a virgin, she was a great kisser, even better than her mum.

"So Anna, I think I can get my whole hand in your ass, do you think I should try?"

When a young girl has three fingers in her ass whilst your cock is deep inside her mother's cunt, what man could say no? I braced myself from the invasion that was about to occur behind me. Suzy grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into another kiss and at the same time her daughter squeezed her fingers together and managed to get her whole fist in up to the wrist. Boy was I glad that this girl was small. After a few seconds Suzy's ankles returned to wrap themselves around my waist, so I began to thrust into her again.

"How does it feel Anna? I can't wait until you and I can play around. Mummy looks so happy with your cock deep inside and I want you inside me very soon. I'm going to take my fist out so that I can watch very closely as you spray your seed deep into Mummy's womb where I came out of just 16 years ago. I can see that the thought excites you."

With that she pulled her hand out with a small pop. Despite this being my first experience of having anything in my ass, I have to say that I was even more disappointed when it was empty.

I could now give Suzy my full attention and was preparing to fill her up with my pent up load. Suddenly I felt Tammy rubbing her little titties across my back and her shiny thighs rubbing against the back of my lacy thighs and Tammy was whispering in my ear.

"See if you can time your ejaculation with Mummy cumming. I bet you can't. I'm very close to cumming myself I just need a little help to push me over the edge, Give me your hand between your legs."

I reached between my legs assuming that Tammy wanted me to play with her cunt. You can imagine my surprise when my wide open hole was suddenly filled with what appeared to be a rather large erection. I looked over my shoulder frightened that Tammy's father had returned to the tent and seen a lace covered ass pounding into his wife's cunt to be irresistible (I know that I would have!), but there was Tammy grinning away.

"What's going on here?"

"Oh, didn't we mention it. I did mention earlier that this was Tammy's entry into womanhood. She used to be Timmy, but she wanted to change to Tammy as soon as she turned 16. I told her that before she had any surgery she should use her cock at least once before she has it removed. She said that she just doesn't fancy women and couldn't imagine being able to get an erection in front of a woman. We thought that this would be perfect. If we could find a man to dress up in feminine clothes, we could see if that would excite her. As you can probably feel, you've managed to excite her!"

With these revelations running around in my head, I realised that feeling Tammy's cock in my ass was not an unpleasant experience. I began to thrust into Suzy's cunt again which Tammy took to be an acceptance of the situation that I had let myself into. I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. I felt Suzy's cunt muscles start to flutter as she started to orgasm. This pushed me over the edge and I spurted what seemed like gallons into Suzy's contracting cunt. As I came, this milked Tammy's cock which I felt exploding inside my virgin ass. I didn't think it was possible, but this seemed to squeeze even more cum out of my worn out cock.

After collapsing on top of poor old Suzy I felt Tammy's cock shrinking and popping out of my ass. I felt her cum dribbling down the inside of her mum's lacy tights. My cock started to deflate and I rolled off Suzy who was looking as proud as punch of her little girl.

"So Tammy, was it as good as Mummy promised?"

"Better! I'm glad that I took your advice and I'm going to keep this little baby for a little longer. Now is Anna going to return the favour and show we what it feels like to have another man's cum dribbling out of my ass and down my shiny tights?"

"Tammy, as much as I would like to, it sounds like Neil's singing Rockin' in the Free World which is probably the end of his set. You two should probably get back before the end of the set or your dad might worry where you are."

"But Mummy, you promised that I'd get to be fucked this weekend."

Seeing the look on young Tammy's face, you would need a heart of stone not to be sorry for her. I reached over to her and gave her a hug. With the way that we were dressed, our cocks started to stand to attention as our nylon covered legs started rubbing against each other.

"Tammy, if it's okay with your mum, perhaps we can sneak off tomorrow night. Bob wants to see Bruce Springstein on the Pyramid and I can't say that watching a middle-aged, middle class rocker jumping around on the stage, does much for me. Is that okay with you Suzy?"

"As luck would have it, my husband's almost as big a Bruce fan as he is of Neil. I can take it or leave him myself. You two can use the tent tomorrow night on one condition - you let me join the two of you."

With the agreement reached, we had to rush back to the Pyramid stage before either Tammy's dad or Bob noticed that we'd been gone. As a souvenir of the night Suzy let me keep her lacy tights, it was just a shame that I couldn't keep them on. She said that she'd tell her husband that she'd had an accident and had to discard them. She knew that he'd be annoyed as he'd mentioned a number of times that he couldn't wait to see her in them later in the tent. If he'd seen the action that they’d seen in his tent earlier, he'd have had a heart attack. At least he'd have the fun of knowing that he's wife was walking around the field with just her shorts on and no knickers. What he wouldn't know is that it would be my cum dribbling down her thighs. I knew how she felt as I could feel Tammy's cum dribbling down the inside of my thighs as well. At least my shorts were a bit longer so no one would be able to see it.

Before leaving the tent I gave Suzy a quick kiss and a hug for Tammy which soon dissolved into a bit of mutual groping. Suzy told us to break it up or everyone would know our secret. As we left the tent, Neil was breaking into his third reprise of Rockin', so we rushed back to our seats just in time for the band to walk off the stage.

Bob came back to our seats with a big grin on his face as he'd obviously enjoyed the set.

"Judging by the look on your face, I guess Neil was better than you were expecting?"

"It had it's moment."

As we started packing up our things I noticed that Suzy's husband also had a big grin on his face. He turned to Suzy and said,

"I see that you managed to cheer Timmy, sorry Tammy up. How did you manage that?"

"We had a little bonding time together and I think we've come to an understanding."

With that she looked over at me and winked.

If you ask nicely, I'll let you know how the rest of the weekend went.

The tricky bit is when I returned to work and they asked what I got up to at Glastonbury, all I could answer was.

"You know, this and that."

But I don't think they do know ... unless they read this!!

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I had just gotten out of a long-term relationship with a girl and I decided to do something I'd wanted to try for a long time.I took out an ad on craigslist for a no-strings encounter. He arrived at my house in the late afternoon, I was so nervous. We sat down together on the couch and made small talk. He reached his hand out and started rubbing my chest. I was so timid I could barely breathe. I managed to put my hand on his leg and rub his thigh ever so slightly. With both of his hands he...

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Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

Wild Africa. A story I wrote for my wife based on true events but heavily heightened with my fantasies for her.. EnjoyWILD AFRICAIt had been over a year since our last indulgence in the forbidden delights.The suggestion of revisiting the Gambia and rekindling the relationships there had been well discussed and was, or I had thought, the most probable route to finding Jayne a well hung black man other than finding something nearer home in the UK.In 2011-12 some issues prevented us from enjoying...

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Kuwait 2009

Someone reminded me of this. Fond memories.I was just coming to the end of my first assignment. The environment was pretty much all male, some girls in admin but I'm talking about those in the field. I was the only one. All were foreigners to Kuwait, just not foreigners to me. It was a rich mix, kind of like a mini UN. More than a few of the older men treated me like I was a young member of their family. But there were a few I got a little raunchy with. And there was no sex for close to...

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Master takes misty in the Dungeon February 2009

I did not resemble a slave that day, no collar, no chain; Master requested professional attire. As I stood on the street corner in my black business suit, black bra and stockings underneath, along with my black stilettos, I felt anxious and very submissive. A new fantasy was about to come true; a visit to a sex shop was in order today, complete with a dungeon below. I watched as Master got out of His blue jeep; He was strikingly handsome as always in a dark blue shirt and black pants. The...

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Master takes misty to the Porn Theatre May 2009

My Master is a big guy; at 6 foot 2 He towers over my insignificant 5 foot 4 frame. I love to wear flats around Him when I feel the need to be “overwhelmed.” He is well built with strikingly intense blue eyes that turn an icy blue and seem to spit fire when He feels I have disobeyed Him for one reason or the other. Despite this, He did not realize the enormous control and power He had over me until the day I surrendered to submissive sex with Him at the local porn theatre. As we drove there,...

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21 March 2009

Chapter 1 “Mom, now I know why my right foot was so wet walking through the slush yesterday,” Jennifer said going to Lisa. “Look.” She showed her the sole of her sneaker, the rubber split from instep to edge. “I guess you need a new pair of running shoes.” “Can we go shopping as a family and Daddy can wear his lounger pants and hoodie for us and let his cock and balls sneak out?” Dan and Hanna walked into the kitchen noticing Lisa holding a running shoe. “I need new shoes. Can we go...

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Be My Valentine 2009

If you spend all your workdays in a cubicle in the center of a hundred thousand square foot room filled with cubicles, you tend to lose your identity over a period of time. I started this job three years ago, thinking I was on my way to the top of a large conglomerate. A year after starting, something went wrong in their accounting department and the SEC began auditing and auditing and auditing. The stock fell and fell. Cubicles were continuously abandoned, with me thinking I would be next any...

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My Trip to Atlanta Dec 2009

Wow, all kinds of questions, Ok here is what happened on my trip here to Atlanta I left my house at 4 AM drove to the airport and flew out right at 6:30, got into Salt Lake right before 8 AM, we were to have a two hour lay over that turned out to be almost three. We were in the air right around 10:45 and didn't get into Atlanta until around 4:20PM, I picked up my rental and drove straight over to my brothers house. Now I was saying in my Blog how I had not decided to wear my special panties...

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Brother Cucks Brother or Does HeChapter 6 Halloween 2009

"You haven't told her?" "No." Caitlyn had arrived that afternoon and we'd just finished an early dinner at a Cuban restaurant on Calle Ocho with my fiancé. Then we'd driven Marisa to the airport. She was off to Tampa for a long planned trip to see her aunt. I'd scheduled it purposely that way. I'd also insisted that we do the 'artificial insemination' in Miami. And I'd picked a weekend that I knew my brother was due to attend a business convention that he couldn't miss. So it'd...

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Invisible EmpireChapter 5 2008 2009

You can see us, but you do not know where we are. You can hear us, but you do not know what we are. You can even speak with us, but you will not know who we are. We are an invisible empire, a secret kingdom, and we rule the world. PREVIOUSLY: Stanley relives the years between 2001 and 2007. Now a young father, he lives with his wives in San Francisco, and further masters his gifts until they approach the level of his mentor Tseng. Despite this improvement, he still achieves many of his...

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Memories

Keith, a 35-year-old man woke up. But he couldn't see anything. He couldn't hear or even move. He sensed he was sitting up. But that was all he could tell about himself. He thought back to what he had last remembered and it was all very typical. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in his own bed. Then when he woke up he was here. It was a total blank. He started to struggle against his restraints. Suddenly he was outside. He was with the hottest guy at school,...

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Memories of a Past

This story is dedicated to someone who will always have a special place in my heart I noticed it was already 8 PM and the summer sun had started its descent into the city skyline, the sun reflected off the buildings, creating a prism like effect. My plan was to end the day in Little Italy and have a quite dinner at a little sidewalk cafe. The stifling heat of the day released itself from the buildings and streets, most of the locals took cover, but the humid mist searched out unsuspecting...

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Memories From Moving Out

The sweat glistened off his face as once again another heavy box was carted from the small, two bed room third floor apartment that he lived in. Every single cussword known to mankind came to mind as Trey wobbled from left to right down the stairs with a box filled with what he had ‘lovingly’ deemed with the rest of the boxes marked in black pen: ‘God Only Knows’. Moving from apartment to apartment was suppose to be easy. Not back-breaking! Yet, as usual, Trey had waited till the week before...

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MEMORIES 11 Lisa Love 01

MEMORIES started as a sexy series of memories from my readers in letters to me as their editorMEMORIES #8 is the first of a series of my memories of my female friends from this siteMEMORIES #9 is the first about Lisa and tells about our most recent talks of love and longingMEMORIES #11 is meant to look back at how we got started in writing each others a lot at timesThis episode does not contain any 'dirty details', nor hot horny tasty teen sex scenes or so!This first part in my looking back in...

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Memories are Made of These

Memories are made of these I was having a boring day off, so I decided to go to the mall for a bit. Nearing 40, and a single guy, you would think that I would be out looking for a good time, but for a number of reasons, I just preferred to stay home and watch movies. So I was headed for my favourite movie store when I spotted a new store called "Memories are made of these." At first glance, I thought it was maybe a nostalgia store, but peeking inside, it was laid out like a video...

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Memories of Suburban Sex

Introduction: A long tale – nearly all true Memories of Suburban Sex: Part 1 How it Started: In the 1980s when we were in our early thirties my wife and I moved into a new house, a bungalow on a nice estate in a town south of Manchester. The neighbours were very friendly including across the road C. C was in her late forties a lively attractive bubbly chatty character who was always well presented normally dressed in bright casual clothes that suited her and always gave a friendly hello. She...

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Memories of Motherhood

Memories of Motherhood Written by Princess Kay Edited by paradoxicalWitchling Warning: This is erotica, meant only for those 18 or older. Only those who have reached the age of consent in the country where they reside should proceed. If you are not at least eighteen, please exit this page immediately. Content Warning: This story contains a change of identity, with sex as the trigger. Although the change is implied to be temporary, it continues for the remainder of the story. There...

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Memories of Suburban Sex

How it Started: In the 1980’s when we were in our early thirties – my wife and I moved into a new house, a bungalow on a nice estate in a town south of Manchester. The neighbours were very friendly including – across the road – C. C was in her late forties – a lively attractive bubbly chatty character – who was always well presented – normally dressed in bright casual clothes that suited her and always gave a friendly hello. She was a slightly larger lady – but her figure went in and...

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MEMORIES 1 Amy Anal

MEMORIES is a series of love letters from many female friendsMemories starts from scratch at the beginning of the alphabetMemories #1 is from Amy who remembers well her first ever analMEMORIES #1: IS THERE A DIRTY DOMINANT DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?PETER plays the dirty daring "doctor", as AMY my role is to be his obedient patient "patient"One summer afternoon during a big thunderstorm, my lover and I decided to explore a mutual fantasy.We had talked about acting out a doctor-patient scenario and had...

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Memories Revisited Closing Up Shop

Memories Revisited: Closing Up Shop? By Heather St. Claire Most people like to think they live well-ordered lives, that they are the masters of their destiny, rather than victims of random fate. Try telling that to Alexis and Charles Boyd?not that they would have any idea of what you were talking about. On the surface, they look to be a perfectly ordinary young couple; as far as they know, that's exactly what they are. Two young teachers at the same high school who fell in love...

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Memories Can Bring you Home

Shauna stood outside the Bed and Breakfast, looking up and down the main street. She looked for moments frozen in time and tried to capture the memories that she should have. The street looked narrower than in her memories and the buildings smaller. "But that might be the perspective of a child over an adult." She thought.Down south, a row of small shops that seemed to have evaded time brought back a few memories. Turning north, her memory faded unexpectedly, it was like that part of town...

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Memories

Memories A Story By Jack Spratt The roar of the jet's engines is the only thing intruding on my grief. I still can't believe it. Nicci is gone, she and her husband Frank drowned off the Florida coast in a severe tropical storm, they and seventeen other passengers. She and Frank were to enjoy a relaxing two week sailing trip, sort of a second honeymoon, the first time they were away from home alone in years. Nicci is my sister and we were close, very close. She married Frank over fifteen years...

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Memories Revisited Teach Your Children Well

Memories Revisited: Teach Your Children Well By Heather St. Claire It was Saturday, and the city was still waking up. Although the stores at the Twin Pines Mall were not yet open, their employees, delivery people, mall walkers and others already had the structure pulsing with life. Inside one of those stores, a clothing shop for plus-sized and tall women, the owner was having tea in her break room with a customer who required special considerations?because he was a man. Eric Madsen...

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Memories Of You

I walk over the cool meadow, the dewy blades of grass sliding between my naked toes, the pleasant dampness wetting my soles. You lie in the sun as you always do, patiently waiting for me, gaze fixed to the sky. The grass beside you is soft and warm, the condensed moisture dried from the warm morning sun.I lie down next to you, silent for a while, irrationally hoping I'll hear your voice. Instead, it's the singing of the birds, the humming of the bees and the rustling of the leaves in the wind I...

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Memories In Time

It had been some time since she allowed herself to delve into that dark abyss, a place where she stored all her memories. The pain was so real as she secretly tucked each memory, one by one, away for a time when she could deal with them, understand them, cherish them once again. How long had it been? She slowly lost count as the months rolled by. And yet she knew, somehow knew, that one day she would see her beloved again. Questions raced through her mind – how would she act? What would she...

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Memories

Introduction: Memories This happened in the summer of 1972. Im writing now because I recently saw a girl on TV whose unusual name and resemblance brought the memories flooding back… She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman Id ever...

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Memories of My Return to Belfast

Occasionally, a story has to be written. This one is mostly true. The incidents really happened much as portrayed. For my loyal readers, this story has been in my head for a number of years waiting for its time. Its time is now. Hopefully you will understand it and the bitter memories I have carried most of my life. * ‘Have you heard from Sean? He was arrested in ’79.’ Jenny shook her head. That was all she could do. So many dead or arrested. Arrested was the same as dead back in those days....

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Memories

Memories By Robin Y. I often think back to how I came to be the feminine male I am. There remains a lot of wishful thinking, but wishful thinking never changed anything and I try to use what I remember to gain some understanding of why I am who I am. I don't know if that is possible....I'm sure those memories are tainted with time, but I do believe that they offer some clues to why I chose the paths I have. Why we have the inclination for these choices may never be clear....but...

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Memories are made of this

There are key moments in everyone's life that determine their future. They lie in one's memory and emerge when other major events occur and this way they influence forthcoming life. Sometimes they seem negligible and are ignored by others while others that seem to be significant are just a consequences of a series of decisions made years ago. Those are not pleasant or sweet in most cases though they force me to go back and relive them again and again. Thus I can write only 'bout my...

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Memories1

Enter Miss English I was in 1C the teacher was old but I liked her as she had taught my mother, Miss English taught 2A about 30 yrs old beautiful body she was also the gym teacher for the girls, I did gym work at a small gym which my father had taken me to as he was a PTI in the Army and I was quite good with the easy stuff she called on me now and then to show the girls different rolls and the easy box vaults this was August thru to nearly Christmas...

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Memories0

She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman I’d ever seen and I’d lusted after her for months. I've always been a slim body, pert tits and long limbs man and she ticks all my boxes. But I see four problems, at around sixteen or...

2 years ago
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Memories of Halloween Past

The moon had a strange, orange hue to it while the crisp fall breeze was cool and dry. Leaves the color of pumpkins were swept across the cracked sidewalks, creating a rustling sound as they scraped the weathered cement. The sky was dark, almost so dark that instead of black it took on the color of navy blue. The stars did not shine through the cover of clouds, but the moon’s orange glow could still be seen. It seemed to be the perfect evening for a Halloween. One young couple was certainly of...

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Memories Arent Forgotten Ch 02

‘So you think there’s something wrong with Auntie Flo? I was at the house yesterday and she looked okay to me. So what if she when to the church bingo Saturday then the church picnic on Sunday?’ Jessie told Danny and she carefully emptied some flour into the large bowl Chad was mixing furiously. It was late Tuesday afternoon, three days after her fall at the restaurant. She had decided to take everyone’s advice and taken a couple of days off from teaching literature at the local high school....

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Memories of a gay boy part2 run devil run

Introduction: New part to Memories of a gay boy! enjoy! Intro: Sometimes temptation gets the best of us all, for some of us it just happens more often. Your not told how to make the right decisions your just thrown into a situation and told to do your best. And when you look back on what you did nothing can fix that little mistake. I felt like my world was crashing around me when those words fell out of his mouth It really sucks Im straight. He said it so casually, like it didnt matter that he...

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Memories of Summer

I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words, sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...

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Memories of 78

Memories of '78As an elderly gentleman, I sometimes look back in time. Let me tell you about my zipless fuck, as the term was at the time. I had been in Stockholm, Sweden and were heading back to Uppsala in my red Alfa Romeo late in the evening, whem I spotted a girl walking in the chilly summer night with a skirt, short as the British petrol pump attendants use to wear in 1968. I stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride.She gladly accepted and I drove her to her house somewhere at the coast...

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MEMORIES 12 Lisa as hot host1

MEMORIES became an even better read series when I started to tell about my private recent storiesMost of those MEMORIES will be about Lisa Love, of whom I even remember her coming future with me!'Coming future' in both meanings: firstly she is as hot for me as much she loves me with all her heartShe loves me with body and soul, I love her and being a gentleman and she so hot, she will come often!'Coming future' also covers all events to happen soon, like this small sexy story of her hosting...

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MEMORIES 10 Subby Solagge1

First seven sexy MEMORIES were letters from readers ranging from soft stuff to tough treatsAll were very well read - between 4.000 and 7.000 times, and got lots of likes and commentsLast three are my private MEMORIES of friends from here visiting me in old AmsterdamThese last one are extremely well read: between 6.000 and 10.000 at the moment I writeLike this one of sexy Solagge, which started out as a fantasy fuck of old friendsA sexy story aiming at getting her wet and hot, rubbing off as she...

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Memories of my first Milf

Sometimes you bump into people you have not seen for a while and all kinds of memories come flooding back. Such was the case the other night. I saw a guy I had not seen for over 20 years who used to live next door to me. It reminded me of a spring afternoon just a couple weeks after I turned 18. I hope you enjoy my memories as much as I do!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I ran into Eddie Schantz from my old home town this weekend and it reminded me of the first real sex I ever had...

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Memories of Summer

I shivered as I walked on the vacant boardwalk this late November afternoon. The angry waves had much to say as they crashed along the beach, mercilessly taking more sand (and memories) with them. Just a mere four months ago, this beach was my home and sanctuary. It was my own private paradise. I found great enjoyment and even greater pleasure here with the four “s” words; sun, sand, surf and sex. I loved it all, though not equally. The sex part was by far my favorite. I placed my hand on the...

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Memories Revisited A Scrapbooking Store

Memories Revisited: A Scrapbooking Store By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters took off her scarf and coat and hung them up in the stockroom of her new scrapbooking store, Memories Revisited. It was a crisp, bright early November day. Diane loved the holidays; she was already looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas: the decorations, the gifts, the time with family, and most important of all, the opportunity to give thanks. Just a few weeks earlier, Diane had purchased the...

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Memories Revisited Fixing Gods Mistake

Memories Revisited: Fixing God's Mistake By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters poured another cup of coffee for herself and her husband David. The morning sun was streaming into their kitchen and glistened from the stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was big, modern and filled with light?every woman's dream. Diane had particular appreciation for it because David had built it with his own hands. His success as a building contractor had made it possible for their family to enjoy...

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Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY by Long Tall Mary A 50 year old dominatrix reminisces on her long career in Central New Yorkand describes some of her more memorable encounters. CODES: M/F, F/F, nc, heavy, job My name is Mary and I just turned 50 years old this past week. I'm a 6 footweight proportionate, blue eyed blond and known in the business as "Long TallMary". For nearly 15 years I've been active as a career life style dominatrixin the Syracuse area and am the best in the business as well as...

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Memories The Beginning

Memories- Beginnings This is not so much a story but more a collection of memories of my life. I write this for a variety of reasons. First, like everyone else, I want to be remembered in the future. So, this will be my legacy. Second, because I want to help others, it is my hope this will encourage those of you who are facing challenges as you progress along your journey into womanhood. Remember, the path to womanhood is not always easy. And lastly, I hope to inspire those who are...

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Memories of Joseph

Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 15-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching them kissing and whispering sweet things...

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Memories Of Joseph

Note : This story is completely fictional! Christine couldn't believe her eyes when she caught her 17-year-old son and her 16-year-old daughter kissing in the living room. She'd gotten off work early that day and it was raining outside as it usually was in Seattle. She ran inside the house hearing music blaring loudly from the living room stereo and she almost choked when she saw her children kissing so passionately on the couch. She didn't say anything at first. She just stood there watching...

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Memories

The Personalia noticed that they were becoming uncomfortable. They put this down to Governor Bob Kempe of the planet Rehome, and his enthusiastic support of their race. He kept telling everyone he met how kind and helpful the Personalia were. He made them out to be the ideal race to be partnered with - friends to be admired and praised; a defence force without parallel; a source of technical and financial wizardry; the perfect complement to human ingenuity and pushiness. That upsetting...

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Memories

Kevin Reilly unlocked his front door, kicked off his shoes and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He had just taken his wife Keri to the airport where she was going to be catching the 8 a.m. commuter flight to the state capital. It was her biweekly three day trip to perform secretarial duties for her boss, Bradley Knox III, or as Kevin always referred to him, Trey. Every time he used that nickname for her boss's pretentious official name Keri would remind him that her boss hated it....

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Memories of Flight 109

Peggy Oxenberg paid no attention to the wide-open spaces far below California Air Express' Las Vegas Shuttle as it made a wide banking turn that gave the passengers on her side of the aircraft a breathtaking view. With almost as many hours in the air as the pilot at the controls, the former flight attendant had seen it too many times before to be impressed. Instead, the forty-six year old vice-president of in-flight operations concentrated on the paperwork she had brought with her to wrap up...

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