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Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

Archive-author: RICHH
Archive-title: Computer Lab

At the time I thought he didn’t notice meWishful
thinking?. Later I found that just the opposite was truein his
basement, he had made a kind of voodoo shrine to me, and my picture
was on his coathangers, plus, he wanted his TWO DOLLARS!. I had
been watching him for maybe two months trying to decide what it was
about him that made my hormones go wildYes, they would all line up
and kick like the Rockettes.. When seated next to him I got so wet
that I was worried about leaving a stain on the chairlater I
realized that it was just my cigar-smoke that had triggered the
sprinkler above my desk…. I had read about pheromone in
relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to
the same influencesCause I’m just a silly leetle girl. I could
*never* make a connection like *tha-at* Hee. Wanna see my
underwear?.
Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity
was another storyDoes this mean what I think it means…?. The
English department where I taughtEnglish as a second language did
not think a lowly adjunctgood word! needed a computer. In fact,
they didn’t even think I merited a deskor, hee hee, A POT TO PEE
IN! Silly ole me.. In reality, I didn’t need a computer as
programming was just a hobby for meYes, I think most English profs
would agree. “Computers…BAH!. I just liked the idea of making
a machine my slaveI, of course, prefer to make a slave my machine,
but hey, different strokes…
Thus we found ourselves seated in front of our respective
IBM clonesnothing gets me going like erotica chock-full of
computer references. If she later mentions IMSAI, and misspells
it, I will surely die. Altair? S-100 bus? Oh the humanity! on
an almost daily basis. With a little detective workI *asked* him.
Call me Samantha Spayed! I found out that his name was Alex and he
was an water poloinstructor in the computer science department.
Even if he had been a sexual zilchzero, I still would have
probably noticed him as we were the ONLY users of the two PCs in a
faculty lab filled with Macsand the only two who wore leather
bullet-bras *over* our halter tops. God! how I hated those
machinesWhat’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like
comp.sys.Amiga.Advocacy?. My prejudiceGod, how I *hate*
serendipidists!, like mostof my other unattractive features was
inherited, in my caseof the clap from my father. He has been
working with computers for the last 30 yearsin fact, he *invented*
the transistor! Shocking.. As a memento, he gave me his original
IMSA 8080Oh God, she did it! still in working order. I had been
brought up to think that computers should not be `cute’nor should
Sally Fields, but she’s a *button*!.
HermanGoering, the director of the lab, must have picked up
on my vibesbecause it wasn’t a cordless one, but one of those big
white mongo plug-in deals with the end that looks like a disc
brake. And boy, was it loud. as he would barely give me the time
of dayDoes anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody
really care. Lemme see, it’s six to four. That is, until I
hatched MY PLANI would corner the world silver market and then
found the USFL!.
One day, finally overcoming my shynessshyness is nice, but
shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you
want to, I glanced over at AlexTREBECK! Together, we would RULE
THE WORLD!!. Actually, I looked at his hallmonitorarmband,
notable for the penciled-in swastika and realized that he was
trying to piratea ship! But if you’re not the Dread Pirate
Roberts, then who is? an applicationfor employment at Denny’s,
which is silly, because if you just ask, they are required by law
to give you one..
“If HermanMelville catches you, he will hang you by
yourbarnacles and huge, gaping blowhole thumbnails and tattoo Mac
icons on strange parts of your body.Honey, there ain’t a part of
me that’s *not* strange. I’m from Canada.”
AlexWinter laughed and said”There’s madness afoot at the
Circle-K this eve”, “Oh, Herman and I are good buddiesWhat is…a
euphemism for ‘lifemates’?. I teach Pascal usingChisembop and
‘Hooked on Phonics’ the Mac and I frequently have to ask him
questions. Actually, I make up the questions so I can stay on his
good sidehis *BACK*!!.”
After the ice was broken, we began to skatetalk every day.
On about the third day, I found out about HIS OFFICEHe
was…POPE!. Since he was an instructor, the university deemedI
love when a word like this crops up. Remember ‘adjunct’?
‘Merited’?? And now *this*. to give him an office. It was a
hastyretreat sheetrock affair of about 70 square feet and a very
large Steelcase deskum, excuse me. It was a “hasty” office?
Well…you’re the wordsmith.. On the downsideof five o’clock here
at WOGL, and I’m gonna be sending you home with a little Bay City
Rollers Action: S–A–T-U-R–D-A-Y. NIGHT!?, it was located off
the very room in which I satthe *very*!. Despite these
limitations, it had a door with a lockof angel-hair pasta Scotch-
taped to it, the meaning of which eludes me even now. This was not
the point when I began to formulate MY 5 YEARPLAN, but I am sure
that it was an inspirationI sniffed again. My mistake. Per….
MY 5 YEARPLAN took its focus the day Alex and I were on
the elevator togetherFirst, I would arrest all the artists and
philosophers. Then I would make everyone wear gray and cut their
hair like Moe Howard. Then…. It was the typical cattle car
scenelots of shit on the floor and a crazy cowboy or two getting
their rocks off.. We were jammed in like sardines and the only
redeeming factor that when pressed against each other I realized
that Alex was sporting a very big hard onbloodlog. After this
revelation and a few later surreptitious glances, I realized that
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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As Ann and John drove home she kept fingering the small package Dr part2

Sunday, April 12th, 2009

John smiled then meekly said “Yes mama. I need thick diapers ‘cuz I wet a
lot at niteenites. Thank you mama.” and toddled off to their bedroom.

Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his
sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper
the way he was walking.

Ann seemed to know there were a couple of “special” diapers in John’s
diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were
huge, but designed just like the ones she’d seen for little babies in the
department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of
thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers
of flannel sewn in at the top and bottom. That meant John would be wearing
16 layers of thick flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple
diapering a real baby. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk with that much
between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was “out
of bounds” while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins she
found in his bag, would make sure of that.

She found it kind of “kinky” as she thought of trussing her husband up in
these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the heavy locking pins
and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two
baby bottles she’d almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm
water and cranberry juice. Somehow she seemed to know this combination
would make him wet more heavily during the night, so he’d be sure to wake
up in very wet diapers the next morning.

Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector
on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting to be changed. She
gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking “The little bugger must have wet
again to be this wet.” then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next
she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with
his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on
his penis. Just before it looked like he’d “erupt” she pulled the thick
diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely
in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.

All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up
in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were
supposed to be very oral, so let’s see how oral baby Johnny was.

“Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some
lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??”

John said “Sure hon, just let me get these off then I’ll really show you
some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh…. What
the heck ??”

“Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to
stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to
wear diapers shouldn’t have their little weewee outside their didees and
panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or
mommy.

I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!” and Ann
gently but firmly pulled John’s head to her chest then put her nipple just
inches from his mouth.

John didn’t need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her
nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his
searching mouth downward, he found a new “nipple” to suck on and with Ann’s
urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and
again to the heights of ecstacy.

John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on
this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the
5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers
and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little
weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet
his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.

Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon
conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

As Ann came down from heights she’d never know possible she could faintly
smell the urine in John’s diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts
again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his
diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying
“Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn’t he ?? It feels
so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy’s titties like a little baby
again doesn’t it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to
wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too.”

John’s subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper
region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his
warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the
sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers
and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

As he came explosively, Ann kept saying “Good baby Johnny, you’re wetting
your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby.” and
John’s helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the
pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and
convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.

Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he
loved it.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Jism Eaters

Sunday, April 5th, 2009

Kate and Linda spent a quiet few weeks reliving their recent adventures.
Nothing too exciting happened to either of them, since, in real life, sexual
escapades tend to run in cycles. You have a great couple of weeks, then a
few barren ones. Then things start to perk up again. Kate was looking
forward to the upcoming Halloween holiday, she loved dressing up in sexy
exotic costumes and wandering the neighborhood, watching the children run
shrieking from house to house. She wondered if any of the neighbors
realized that the woman dressed in the micro-skirt, tall stilletto heels and
heavy makeup was their neighbor Kate. She even talked Linda into going out
with her that evening. Kate’s husband was out of town on a business trip for
several days, and Linda’s mate went across town to play poker with some
buddies. Once again, the ladies who loved cum were on their own.

“Lin, I just know you’ll love this – it’s so much fun to walk around the
neighborhood all dressed up and seeing people’s reactions to us. They’ll
never know its us!”

“I hope you’re right, hon, if this gets around Roger’ll kill me!” her
friend responded, only slightly humorously. The ladies spent the afternoon
before Halloween night getting their hair and fingernails done, both of them
luxuriating in the splendor of the salon they went to. Their every need was
catered to as they sipped champagne and strawberries. Linda, on a dare, even
had the young beauty parlor girl trim her pubic hair back, until just a
small patch wove it’s way on top of her mound, and her pussy lips were
completely bared. Linda allowed herself a mini-orgasm as the cute young
girl carefully trimmed and shaved her sexual regions. The girl was not as
embarrassed as Linda might have thought – as she finished, she leaned
forward and gave Linda’s crotch a loving swipe with her tongue, pausing to
diddle her clit just long enough to let Linda know that she was turned on
herself. Linda picked up her head between her hands and kissed her warmly.

The ladies anxiously awaited nightfall. In their part of the country,
the sun set quickly, and the night, though seasonally cool, was not at all
unpleasant. Kate was wearing a very short, tight skirt that rode far up her
thighs, a tiny cotton halter top, and high red heels with stockings. The
tops of the stockings just barely hid beneath the hem of the skirt, and if
Kate bent down or sat, a nice expanse of creamy thigh was exposed, under the
sensous red garter strap. She loved dressing like that. Linda wore short
shorts that seemed painted on her trim buns, and spent several minutes
trimming the crotch up until her panties almost peeked through the seams.
A lacy, almost see-through blouse and a black lace bra completed the outfit.
Linda purposely wore the dark bra under the white blouse, so that interested
viewers could see exactly what she was so proud of. Her legs were bare, but
she also wore heels, though not so high as Kate’s.

Finally, they were ready. Leaving Kate’s house excitedly, they walked
several blocks down one broad avenue, then zigged and zagged their way until
they were far enough from their homes to be safe from really familiar prying
eyes. Then they just tagged along with the kids going from door to door,
taking care to stay far enough away so that the random parent out with his
or her children wouldn’t become suspicious. They loved to see the kids
dressed up in their costumes – there were darling little princesses, fierce
pirates, kung-fu warriors, Ninja turtles, and of course , a surfeit of
Batmans and Dick Tracys. As the night passed, the number of young kids on
the street seemed to dwindle, and Kate noticed that the age of those out
now seemed to have increased to the mid-teens. She saw one young girl who
couldn’t have been more than 15 dressed like the most exotic streetwalker
she had ever seen, complete with spandex pants, stilletto heels and garish
makeup. “How could her mother send her out like that!?” she wondered to
herself. “Oh, well, I guess they’re growing up earlier than ever….”

The women didn’t notice that a small group of boys had seemed to pick
them up, and was following them wherever they turned. They didn’t seem to
be deliberately tailing them, though, so they weren’t too worried. Every
few minutes, Kate or Linda would turn and sneak a quick look back at the
pack of kids, each time seeing the number increase by three or four bodies.
At one point, there seemed to be close to twenty or twenty-five kids
following them, nearly all boys or young men.

“Kate, I don’t know about this, I think we’d better head back. I don’t
like the looks of that gang back their behind us. Whaddaya say we head for
home, eh?” The words were hardly out of her mouth when, with a suddeness
that took their breath away and almost made Kate stumble in her shoes, three
older teenagers appeared on the sidewalk just ahead of them. They were rough
looking, boys about 17 or 18, with jeans and wild looking tee-shirts on. The
three boys spread across the sidewalk, effectively blocking their paths.

“Well, what have we here” sneered one, “looks like a coupla hookers out
for a quick trick or treat!” His buddies laughed and chortled at his wit.
“How’s business, girls, getting any tonight?”

“Hey, we’re just out to have some fun, and we’re NOT hookers!” spoke
Kate sharply, but she was ignored. The three walked slowly towards them,
and Linda turned to see the entire gang that was following them close up.
Within seconds, they were surrounded by almost thirty laughing, leering
teenagers, mostly boys, but Kate notices some rough-looking girls along with
them.

“Hey, babe, nice tits” a voice rang out, causing cheers and giggles.

“What say we head back to our party house and take care of you” spoke
another voice from the shadows. This was greeted with clapping and choruses
of “Oh, yeah, that’s the right thing” and “Let’s give the bitches a
Halloween to remember” and other lewd comments. Kate reddened and clutched
at LInda’s arm for support.

“What are we gonna do!” she whispered to her friend, “These guys look
tough. And there’s nobody else around! What’re we gonna do?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The Sexiest Cum Drinkers

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

Kate and Linda left the mall, and decided to drive downtown and see
‘what kind of trouble they might be able to get into’, as Linda laughingly
called it. Kate was still buzzed about her momentous affair at the
restaurant, and idly rubbed her crotch through the short skirt she had on.

“God, I’d love to be able to finger myself right now..” she murmured as
Linda merged her car onto the expressway into town.

“Well, hell, go ahead, darling, I won’t tell!” grinned Linda. Kate
looked at her with a gleam in her eyes. She pulled up on the hem of the
skirt until her white pantied crotch came into view, then hunched down on
the seat. She lifted her hips off the seat and pulled the crotch of her
panties away until Linda could see the pink lips of her pussy peek out. Kate
kept her bush trimmed away quite a bit, and Linda loved the sight of the
glistening feminine lips. Kate moistened her index finger in her mouth and
slowly wormed it up into her canal, closing her eyes and moaning softly as
she did. She tweaked her clitoris as she slowly moved her finger in and out
of her now-moist vulva.

“oh god this feels sooooo good” she breathed heavily. She continued
massaging her mons and twisting first one, then two, then three fingers up
into her depths. Suddenly she cried out softly, arched her hips up off the
seat, and whimpered ‘cumming cumming cumming….’ through clenched lips and
closed eyes. Linda smiled as her friend slumped back down onto the seat and
sighed heavily.

Kate was awakened from her reverie by a honk from just outside her
window. She abruptly sat up and looked out, straight into the face of the
driver of a van who had pulled up to their right and, from all appearances,
had watched the entire performance. He grinned at Kate, gave her the ‘thumbs
up’ signal, and slowly passed their car. Kate just smiled at him and nodded.

The women soon found themselves in the business district of town, an
area decorated with fashionable high-rise office buildings and chic shops,
with the usual scattered crowd of weekend tourists and natives about. Linda
parked her car in an underground lot near a large plaza, and the two women
walked up into the bright sunshine of the late afternoon.

“So, whatdaya want to do?” inquired Kate, grinning impishly.

“I don’t know, let’s just wander around and see what comes up!” returned
Linda, smiling back at her friend. Both women were dressed to kill. Kate had
on a short white skirt with a wide belt and a knit halter top, which showed
the upper slopes of her breasts in alluring detail. Her long legs were skin-
bare, but she had on daring high heels of black leather. Linda was more
coyishly dressed, in skin-tight blue jeans and a sweater. Neither women wore
a bra. They attracted many glances and outright stares from men as they
wandered aimlessly around the plaza, stopping to dip their fingers in the
fountain and pat their flushed cheeks with wet hands. They sat for a moment
on the lip of a large fountained pool.

“Watch this.” Linda whispered to Kate. They say three good looking men
walking their way, dressed in jogging shorts. “I’m gonna give these guys the
treat of the day..” Kate watched spellbound as Linda pulled down the
cleavage of her sweater with one long fingernail. She glanced back at the
men. All three seemed to see it at the same time. Linda’s finger pulled the
sweater material down, down, down, until it would stretch no more. Then she
pulled the side of the cloth away, completely exposing one full breast. She
licked one finger and rubbed it over her stiff nipple. Linda looked up at
the men as they tried to walk inconspicuously closer. She caught one’s eye.
Winked. Kate looked at them and blushed furiously.

“Hi, guys. Sure is warm here in the sun, isn’t it?” Linda asked boldly.
The men walked closer. This was something they’d never expected when they
left wives and girlfriends to jog around downtown. Here were two incredibly
beautiful women, obviously not hookers, and one was fully exposing her
breast to them. One man looked around nervously.

“Jeeze, lady, what’re you tryin’ to do, get arrested or something? What
if a cop sees you?”

“I don’t see any around, besides, by the time he got here, I’d just
cover up again and say he must have been mistaken. You’d back me up,
wouldn’t you?” Linda responded, dropping into her ‘little girl lost’ voice
towards the end.

“Um, gee, sure, sure, yeah…”

“Ok, so let’s get right down to business. How would you guys like a
little entertainment for a while?”

“What do you mean? We’re not interested in pay-”

“Who said anything about money? We’re just a couple of horny gals, and
we’d like to kill an hour or two getting our chimes rung. How about it?”
Kate looked at Linda incredulously. Here she was, in the middle of downtown,
in the middle of the day, propositioning three men for sex!! “My friend here
is all tensed up, aren’t you honey” she finished, looking at Kate. Kate
just looked back at the three men blankly, then nodded her head slowly. This
was SO strange! But a delicious thrill ran through her. This was adventurous
sex, dangerous sex, sex with a stranger. She’d never dreamed of it.

Linda stood up and motioned for the men to follow her. Kate dropped in
behind them.

“I’m Jack, this is Bob, and the tall one’s Roger” spoke up one man. Kate
was about to blurt out their names when Linda turned and cut her off.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The Cum Drinkers part2

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

“Well, it’s not as sexy a story as yours. Roger and I were making love,
and I was getting a little sore down there, you know, from all the pounding,
and I finally had to tell him to stop if he didn’t have an orgasm quickly.
He pulled out, and crawled up over me. His dick was all wet and red and
bouncing up and down right in front of my face. He grabbed the base of it and
waved it right in my face. I was fascinated with it, I tell you. He told me
to suck him off then, if I couldn’t bear to have him in my pussy. I started
to say that it was just that he was getting a bit rough, and before I could,
he poked me in the mouth with his cock. There must have been something about
it, I don’t know, but the moment that cock hit my lips, I just kinda quivered
all over and wanted to suck the guts out of him so badly, I didn’t know what
I was doing. I normally didn’t go for that deep throat stuff, but I grabbed
Roger’s ass and pulled him right into my mouth, as deep as I could. I think
it scared the shit out of him!”

“I can imagine!” answered Linda breathlessly. She had felt her own pussy
get a little wet as they talked, and now dropped one hand to her lap
furtively.

“So anyway, I pushed and pulled him in and out, actually fucking myself
with his cock in my mouth. Then, I don’t know what came over me, no pun
intended, I pulled his dick out of my mouth with one hand and looked up at
him. He was looking down at me like I was some kind of angel or something,
this totally incredible look on his face. I knew, deep down in my soul, then,
that I could have this amazing power over him, or any man, for that matter.
I knew what he wanted. We’d watched enough porno movies for me to see that
he always liked it when a guy spermed on a girl’s face or in her mouth. So
I looked him straight in the eye, and in the nastiest voice I could, I said
‘I want you to come right in my mouth, lover. I want to taste your sperm.’
I poured it on in the sluttiest way I could think of – you know, telling him
I wanted him to shoot his stuff all over my face and in my mouth and all that
really gross stuff we used to giggle about in high school. So I’m jerking him
a little bit, and then he just kind of grunted once and BAMMO! – right on
the kisser, he lets fly with that cock of his. I was so shocked I opened my
mouth in reflex and BAMMO! again, another spurt, this time right in my mouth.
I’m going crazy now, loving the feel of the stuff, and I jerk him some more,
and he shoots his stuff all over my face and in my mouth. It was in my hair,
and all down over my neck and tits and just all over the place!”

Kate finished breathlessly. Linda just looked at her and said “Wow.”,
arching her eyebrows knowingly. “So now you like eating cum, eh?”

“Well, I suppose so. But I don’t very often, ’cause in the last few
months, Roger’s gotten so busy with his job and all, that I’m lucky if we
even make love once or twice a month, much less have time for all kinds of
other fun stuff. But yeah, it was kinda neat, I really liked the feel of his
sperm spraying on me, and for some reason, I LOVED the taste of it – you
know, kinda bitter and salty, but interesting?”

“Katie darling, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve swallowed enough sperm
to float a battleship. It’s still my favorite drink!” she giggled. “It’s
amazing how icky and gross we would have thought this was a few years ago,
but God, now that I’ve done it, I just gotta say I love it! Hey! I’ve got an
idea!”

“What now?” Kate knew her friend had some deliciously wicked thought
that she was about to hear. “I know this is gonna involve sex and fucking,
so you might as well spit it out!”

“Kate, I NEVER spit it out!” Linda laughed. “No, what I thought was
this. We go around and see in how many different ways we can drink sperm. You
know, there’s gotta be other ways than straight from the tap, so to speak!”

“LINDA! What do you mean? Are you actually proposing that we suck other
guys off and swallow their cum? Are you crazy!”

“No, no, listen, it’s perfect. We turn the tables on the guys – you
know, wham bam thank ya ma’am? Well, we’ll make it wham bam thank ya mister!
They don’t have to know our names or anything, we’ll just rustle up, drain
‘em dry, and hustle off. They’ll go crazy wondering who we are, but they’ll
never see us again! It’s perfect!”

Kate stopped to think about it. It was the craziest idea she’d ever
heard, even from the usually whacked out Linda.

“You mean just go up to some guy we like the looks of, tell him we want
him to cum in our mouths and that’s it?”

“No, silly. That’d be too easy. No, we get them to give us our favorite
drink in strange and exciting ways! Oh hell, let’s see….like having a
waiter in a fancy restaurant jerk off in your coffee. Or the grocery delivery
boy pop off real fast in your car in the parking lot. Stuff like that!”

“Hmmmm. Yes, that could been really hot!” agreed Kate. “And we could
keep track of each of the ways that we get them to do it! Yeah, that’s
great!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “When do we start?”

“Right now, if you’re game!”

Forty-five minutes later found the ladies strolling the local mall. They
had changed into short skirts and very light sweaters. Linda had decided that
they would alternate with the ideas for getting the cum from the men they
eyed, and she would go first. She thought it would be exciting to try to
seduce a shoe salesman into giving her a sip of his sperm. The girls walked
into the first store they found with few customers and a likely looking guy.
He as a tall, dark-haired man they both found attractive. Linda sat down in
one of the fitting chairs, crossed her long legs, and inched her skirt up
even more. The salesman hurried over.

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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The Clinic part2

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

softly to her reassuring her everything would be alright, just as long as
she accepted John’s problem and helped him to get over the stresses he was
feeling.

As they entered the room, Ann saw an attractive young woman sitting in a
chair beside a couch talking to a man who was lying on the couch with
headphones on and with a small tube going into his arm. He was covered with
a blanket up to his chest, and Ann could see his feet were bare and he was
fast asleep.

As Dr. Rotman introduced the woman, Ann learned she was Dr. Janet Whetmore,
a psychiatrist who dealt with special problems like John’s. Dr. Whetmore
talked softly to Ann for a while, and Ann began to really trust Dr.
Whetmore and to like her as though she were a long time friend and
confidante.

The two doctors exchanged knowing smiles, then Dr. Whetmore offered Ann a
glass of juice which she gratefully drank. After a few seconds she felt
very “alive” and “able to listen” to Dr. Whetmore and hung on her every
word.

Dr. Whetmore explained she was a psychiatrist who dealt with special
problems, called paraphilia. She explained these were fetishes or sexual
interests in objects or things, like feet, or clothing or a special time in
life. She explained many men wanted to dress up in women’s clothing, and
this was called transvestitism and the “love of womens’ clothing”. She
explained that a lot of men in important positions, like John’s, found the
stresses of everyday life caused them to want to escape into an easier
life, where they had no responsibilities, and a time when they were cared
for as babies.

These men wanted to wear baby clothing, and be dressed as babies,
especially in diapers and baby panties, and to wet their diapers like
little babies.

Unfortunately, their desires and their positions created further stresses
and conflicts and this sometimes made them sick, especially if there was
stress at home, or they were afraid their wife wouldn’t accept their
fetish. Then they could get really sick and have a breakdown.

Ann felt very sad, and sorry for these type of men. How could their wives
be so mean as to deny them this outlet for their stresses. The doctor had
explained these people were called infantilists, who loved to dress and
play as babies, but didn’t want to actually play “with babies” or children
at all. They just wanted to be babied and loved the way a mommy loved her
little baby.

In most ways they were as normal as any man, and could be capable lovers
and supporters, but needed to be babied sometimes to relieve stress and
escape from the pressures of their demanding roles and jobs.

As Ann thought about this it seemed to make so much sense, and besides here
was this learned doctor, her new friend, explaining it all softly to her,
and telling her she felt it was alright.

Finally, Dr. Whetmore said “John is an infantilist Ann. He wants to wear
diapers and baby panties, and be treated as a baby sometimes to help him
relieve the pressure of his job. That is why he has been so sick,
especially when you told him you wanted to have a new baby in your family.
It made him think you wanted someone new to love and care for and that you
wouldn’t accept the baby inside him and let it come out.

John is lying here now, Ann and has been listening to a special tape I made
for him to help him feel better physically and to help him feel better
about himself. He also has been receiving an IV with pentathol in it so we
can talk to him and ask him questions and get the honest answers.

Would you like to talk to John and ask him about his being a baby, Ann ?”

Ann paused for a second, while she thought about her husband, the 33 year
old executive, being a baby, then finally said “I’m not sure, but I should
find out. If that’s what he needs to get better, then I should know how to
help him. I do love him, and don’t want to hurt him !!”

“Very good Ann, come and sit over here, where John can see you and you can
talk. I’ll speak to him for a few minutes then you can ask him questions.”

As Ann pulled her chair over closer to the couch, she recognized the young
man now as her husband John. The doctor talked to John for a few minutes
and finally said “John, your wife Ann is here now and wants to talk to you.
She knows you want to be a big baby, and to be her baby, so you can feel
comfortable about talking to her. Be a good boy and answer her questions
honestly and properly, just as you do for me.”

To Ann she said “Go ahead, Ann, ask him anything you want.”

Ann hesitated at first then said “John do you feel better knowing I know
you want to be babied ??” to which he replied “Yes, much better.” then
asked her “Do you want to baby me ??”

Ann didn’t know what to say for sure, but finally said “I think so, but I
don’t have much experience. What do I have to do ??”

At this, Dr. Whetmore interrupted, and said “Ann, you just have to treat
John like a baby. Love him, take care of him. Feed him when he’s hungry,
help him get dressed, and change his wet or dirty diapers when he need
changing. You can do that can’t you ??”

At first Ann seemed a little shocked by the idea of changing diapers on her
husband, but then as the doctor told her it was just like playing dolls,
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Making the Bid part2

Friday, February 20th, 2009

Sara’s heartbeat suddenly surged. She couldn’t say it, could she? “I give a

mean massage, Beth. I learned on the beach in Thailand last year.”

“You went to Thailand when you were seventeen?” Yes, but did she want the

massage? “God I hope I’m as liberal with my daughter. That’s a nice offer,

Sara, thanks. Can’t hurt, I guess.”

Sara walked around the back of Beth’s chair and gently rested her hands on

Beth’s shoulders. Even standing there felt so erotic, Sara’s face just

inches from Beth’s head. She began working her fingers quite firmly along

Beth’s shoulder, and she could feel the older woman’s bra strap under the

white silk material of her blouse.

“Mm, Sara, that does feel good, you were right.”

“Well this isn’t really the right way to do it.” Sara was shocking herself.

How could she try to seduce the boss? Ridiculous. She’d probably destroy all

the good work she’d done up to now. But the siren voices get pulling her

onward. And the damp feeling between her legs. “On the beach you’d be lying

down and, well, I could have access to all your back.” There, she’d said it.

Sounded innocuous enough, didn’t it?

“My you are a perfectionist, Sara. Show this attitude in business and you’ll

get far. Actually the thought of a massage on my bed sounds delicious. You

really don’t have to.”

No, but I really do want to, thought Sara. As Beth wandered through to the

bedroom she called over her shoulder “I suppose you want my blouse off,

right?” Sara rushed to follow, to see.

“Yes.”

Beth slid the top easily over her head. She began to climb onto the bed,

then a thought struck her. “What about the bra? You’re going to tell me they

didn’t wear tops in Thailand, right?”

“Well it doesn’t really matter, but the straps do get in the way. It’s

definitely easier without.”

“Okay. I’ve been dying to get this thing off all day anyway.” Beth reached

behind and unclipped the bra, and Sara had a quick glimpse of Beth’s full

white breasts before she lay down on the bed. Sara moved beside her and

began massaging Beth’s back. Good skin, too, what an incredible woman.

“Mm that’s good.”

Beth worked away for a couple of minutes, but still the voices and the heat

in her pussy drove her on. “There’s a couple of things, if you want the full

Rolls Royce treatment. First, I can’t get to the small of the back, for that

…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Making the Bid

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

Sara walked into the hotel bar. There were still a lot of delegates milling

around, but at first she didn’t think there was anyone she knew. Oh well, no

drink then, just straight to bed. She was actually leaving the room when she

bumped into Beth, who looked tired, but managed a smile at Sara.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Beth asked. Sara was surprised Beth had even

recognised that Sara was on the bid team. Beth ran the whole show, and Sara

was just a summer intern filling in time before her first year at

university. But then it was typical of Beth to know that kind of detail. She

was an impressive lady, and all the more so because despite her success in

business she seemed, so far as Sara was able to tell, to be a decent person

too. And pretty, and a husband and two kids. At 42 Beth seemed to have it

all. Sara sighed. One day.

“Fine, thanks,” Sara replied. She wasn’t sure what she was meant to say.

“How do you think the presentation went?” asked Beth. Again, Sara was

surprised. Why the hell did Beth care what Sara thought?

“Well I thought it was pretty good, but maybe too many figures and not

enough vision thing.” It was bold to criticise, but what the hell, it was a

summer job, and Beth had asked.

“Ha.” Beth didn’t seem upset. “I thought so too. You’re our summer intern

right?” Sara nodded. “Is it Sara?” Sara really was impressed. “Listen, I

think I’m done here, and I hate this kind of alcoholic gladhanding anyway.

Care to have a nightcap in my suite? You can remind me what it’s like to

have it all ahead.”

***

Walking into Beth’s suite, Sara was sure Beth couldn’t know how excited Sara

was at this invitation. Not so much because she was having a private drink

with the boss, although Sara was ambitious enough to want to grasp any

opportunity offered. No, the root of Sara’s excitement was much baser.

Although Sara’s sexual experience with other women was fairly limited, there

was something about Beth that turned her on badly. It was maybe Beth’s

grace, her poise, the fact that she always looked immaculate but not as if

she’d made too much effort. And the fact that, although her face showed the

lines of her age, she still had a neat, sexy figure. How did she find the

time to work out with all her other responsibilities?

They chatted, mainly about Sara’s plans and where the bid was going, sipping

minibar whiskey. Eventually, after a lot longer than Sara would ever have

imagined, Beth said she had to get to bed. “My back kills me,” she said, as

if explanation were needed. “I had a car smash two years ago and it always

gets me late at night. Tends to mean I don’t sleep too well, which is a

pain.”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Friday, February 6th, 2009

It was the late in the summer of 19– when I first became acquainted with Steven.

Circumstance had provided us the opportunity to work together, a collaboration

which culminated in a slick bit of legal craftsmanship which had all the

hallmarks of a jurisprudential masterpiece, at least when viewed by someone who

could appreciate the invisible strings we fashioned to manipulate a sensitive

artistic universe. Raising a toast of some rather exquisite champagne, Steven

and I indulgently acknowledged our own handiwork, well aware that our finest

accomplishment lay in the fact that no one outside the room would ever really

appreciate our delicate touch. If things went as planned, we laughed, they would

never even realize we had been there.

One bottle from Steven’s extensive cellars led to another, and we spoke that day

at great length, in ways our work had never allowed. Working together had been a

great joy for both of us, I like to think, because Steven and I shared a sense of

focus which meant every working hour of those two months had been devoted solely

to the task at hand. I’m almost ashamed of the single-minded intensity that I

dedicate to my tasks, although I know no other fashion of approaching a problem,

but all too often the obsessive devotion I suffer in the course of a serious

project has cost me bitterly, both in my professional and personal relationships.

Yet with Steven, for once, it had been different. He was every bit as

concentrated as I had ever been. With a grin, I might even admit that he could

turn the flame a notch or two further than I. How could I not enjoy the company

of a man who not only appreciated my tendencies, but challenged me to demand more

of myself? As neglected as our subtle monument would be, I took great pride in

knowing that Steven understood. We raised another toast, and again, until the

sun slipped orange beyond the dark wooded acres of Steven’s estate.

Those two months, dedicated as they were to the definition and protection of the

intangible property rights of visual artists, taught me a great deal about a

subject I had really never paid any mind. I understood the vagaries of copyright

in the abstract, and had done the cursory rounds through several great galleries

during my travels, but before that summer, art remained a decorative item for me.

In fact, the work we did with the Foundation did much to increase my exposure

and augment my vocabulary, but Steven provided the catalyst which turned on the

light.

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Champagne had led to Chablis which led to a Chardonnay “we simply have to share”,

to a special unlabelled bottle from a tiny Swiss monastery to a very old bottle

of Scotch and the tenth hour of our celebration had warmed my spirits into a

pleasant sense of incautious confidence.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Sunday, November 2nd, 2008

to recieve a hard spanking that would surely make her cry
long before it was over. And she was right.
He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK!, it
landed in the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe.
“YEOWWW!”, hollered Jennifer, she tried to move but
it was no use, her father had her firmly in place,”one”,she
called out. CRACK! the belt landed again, “OHHHH, that’s two”
WHAP!, “OHHHH, th-th-three she cried”, her bottom already felt
like it was on fire.
“Please daddy..I’m sorry!”
CRACK! “OWWWW, th-that’s f-f-four, oh please it hurts”.
“It’s supposed to hurt”, was the reply.
WHAP! “OOOOO, five”, Jennifer was starting to cry by now.
SNAP!, the belt landed again, “That’s six”, she sobbed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the belt landed on
her unprocted bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer’s crying and
counting the strokes.
Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossed
with angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise,”This
will teach you not to take things that don’t belong to you
young lady”, he said raising his arm for another stroke.
SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of her
cheeks, just above the thighs,”OWWWWW, th-th-that’s ten”, she was bawling steadily now, “please no m-more, I’ll be good”, but it was
no use, the belting went on in earnest and she was sobbing
like a six year old from the tenth stroke onward.
Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told her
to stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for about
three minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him.
Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands rushed
behind her to rub her now very red and sore bottom.”Now
young lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on the
stool here with your head on your hands and your bottom
raised and your legs apart”.
Oh how she hated that, not only was everything,
everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurt
worse because he had more room to swing the belt, and in
that position she wasn’t able to clench her cheeks to ease
awful sting of the strap as it fell on her unprotected bare
baootm.
By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing and
crying under control, but it started anew at these instru-
tions . Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down on
her dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, and
closing her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrations
of her fathers belt.
Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirt
out of the way exposing Jennifer’s now angry red bare
bottom, and pushed it up to the middle of her back where
it slid on up to her shoulders. “Don’t you move out of
this position young lady, if you do you will receive
two extra for each one you moved on, is that clear?”.
“Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy”, she sobbed into her hands.
Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at once
reminded of how much she was starting to look like her
mother, who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom for
the same thing her daughter was now getting, only more
severe for over-spending this month again, but that’s another
story.
As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeared
damp too,”hmmm”, he thought,”she responds like her mom to the strap
too.” Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, he
moved behind Jennifer.
Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completely
off her gaurd.
SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rub
her bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, the
sting felt like molten fire on her upturned ass.
“Put your hands back where they belong” snapped Tom,
“now you have two extra for moving.” She put her hands back
under her head, tears welling up anew. “Pl-p-please no”, she
whimpered, but it was to no avail.
CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, “OHHHH
it hurts so bad Daddy, please stop”, she was already sobbing
like a little girl but to no avail.
WHISHHH SNAP! “OWWWWWW!!” she howled, “twenty-t-two”,
she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!!
“AHHHHH”, her head snapped back, “t-t-twenty th-th-th-three”
she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears were coming in
steady streams now. “Please D-D-Daddy, I’ve had enough, I-I
d-don’t need anym-m-more”, she pleaded.
“I’ll be the judge of that young lady”, he said.
“Only two more to go, now stay in position and you
won’t have to get any extra”, said her father. Tom looked
at the now well striped and crimson bottom pointing up at
him, almost deciding that she had had enough. Then the thought
of her stealing came back and he decided that the full measure
was due.
HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found it’s target again,
Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying,
yelped,”that’s twenty f-f-four” she cried, then realizing
what she had just done she got back into position, but it
was too late.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to move?” “Now you have
two more coming before the last one!”
“NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-in’t m-mean to” she sobbed. “I
won’t move anymore”.
“You know what you were told, and that’s what you’re
going to get young lady.” WHISSHHH SNAP!! “OHHHHHH PLEASE!”
she cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! “I-I-I’M SORRY”.By now it was
hard to hear her through her sobbing.
“Now”, said Tom, “here comes the last one.” WHISSSHHH
CRACKKK!!!! “OOOOOOOOH” cried Jennifer, “twenty-five!”
Tom looked at his prostate daughter’s now red wealed
and firey bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning to
a light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. He
didn’t particularly like to punish his daughter, but he was
not going to be the parent of a thief either. He told her
that he didn’t like to punish her, but that until she could
straighten up that this was what she could expect in the future
if it happened again, only more severe. Then he left the room
with belt in hand to go take care of his wife’s unruly back-
side.
Jennifer stayd in position for a few more minutes sobbing
and crying like the punished girl she was and then got up, still
crying, and went over to her mirror,”Oh”, she sobbed, “look at
my poor bottom, I won’t be able to wear my shorts for weeks”, she
continued to look at the stripes and welts left by her father’s
belt. “Ohhh,it’s so hot”, she said to herself, and she noticed that
she was getting hot feelings somewhere else too, she almost
always did after the edge had worn off the pain from a good
hard spanking.
She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparsely
haired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself that
she hoped she could find someone to take her dad’s place
someday when she got married to keep her in line the same
way he did.

END OF PART 1
–

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Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

Archive-author: anonymous
Archive-title: Road Trip, The – Part 2

Our road trip lovers are in their beachside condo on the Gulf Coast,
enjoying the sun and sand. This story may not be altered or sold without
my permission.

White sand crunches and squeaks as we head for the beach. For not
liking the two-piece swimsuit, it fits you well. Such a nice
tan…you’ll stand out against the cream colored sand.

“Dunes, or beach?”
“We’ll try both. Hope you brought the Tropic oil. I don’t wanna burn.”
“Got it here.” And down to the beach we go.

Soft lapping surf covers and uncovers the tidal beach. Spreading
your towel shows off your cleavage quite well. Since we got here
Saturday (and all the antics in the van), we have seen maybe 5
people on the beach. A twinge in my crotch signals the arousal
you seem to bring out in me. O.K., call it lust.

“May I oil you up? I promise to be discreet.”
“Please do. And no need to be discreet. Rub it all over me,
especially the shoulders. You always did my shoulders so
good….”

I fill my palms with oil and apply it to all exposed skin I can
get to. It glistens as the sun hits it. The texture of soft,
warm, slippery skin is getting to me already. I fill my hands
with you, rubbing oil everywhere the suit isn’t. Now the
back…another sensuous part of you I don’t see much of. Then
across the rear to the thighs. They slide apart slowly as I rub
them up and down. Hmmm, your toes are curling. Does it feel
that good. A barely audible purr bubbles from your throat.

“Shall I stop?”
“No, no, please keep going. That feels sooooo good.”

You’re such a little plaything; finding pleasure in almost
anything. Down to the calves, and massaging the muscles with
fingertips, and caressing skin with the palms. There’s that
aroma again. Arousal. Is it me, or you? I glide back up to the
thighs, and they part at the knees, giving me access to the inner
thighs. I tease for a bit, stopping just short of the garden.
Then back outside. Both my hands go under the leg loops of the
suit and stroke your cheeks. They tense with the feeling. I
pull the suit down below your fanny and oil up both sides and
work it in. The smell of passion is getting stronger. I plant a
tongue kiss on each cheek, and they stiffen in response. My suit
is getting tight with my own arousal.

I straddle your rear with my hips, pressing my hardness into your
firm bottom. It flexes and gives me a little squeeze. I work
the muscles with both palms. Occasionally, I sneak a hand down
to caress the swells of your breasts, flowing out of the top.
Finally, and regretfully, you are covered with oil. I lean back
to admire your form: glistening skin, brown as fried chicken,
white cheeks under me, thighs open to invite me in.

“All done.”
“But what about the front?” said with doe eyes.
“If I do your front, your back will never tan. Besides, I could
spend an hour just on that glorious bosom of yours.”
“Well, when I roll over, please do me.”

No problem.

I sit up to watch the surf quietly roll in…not quite low tide.
The beach is very wide now. Sea gulls and terns squabble over
the piece of seaweed or crab. Not a person in sight. It’s so
quiet.

I look down at you sweating. Or is that oil? Probably both.
Some ten minutes have passed. I loosen the tie for the top of
your suit…no tan lines here. I lie back down and gently rub my
hand over your back and redistribute the lotion. Finally, an
unbroken line from neck to thighs. The touch of your warm skin
thrills me. I hope I never tire of touching you. I see a smile
sneak across your face.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Nothing. I just like the way it feels.” A pause, then…
“I was remembering that drive we took in that sports car you had.
I was so naughty…teasing you like that. It was nice sucking
you, except for the steering wheel. You were naughty,
too…asking for a kiss down there, then backing away…”
“You didn’t see the police car across the street.”
“No…I was busy…with other things.”

My hand tarries at your fanny and rolls the palm over both
cheeks. Then the joining of thigh and hip gets caressed. A
stray finger slides inbetween thighs now just far enough apart to
allow a swipe or two. I slide closer to you. There is some heat
coming off your body.

“You feel warm. Maybe you want to roll over?”
“What did you have in mind?”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Saturday, October 25th, 2008

Archive-author: ErosJer (jerrylv@uottawa.cms)
Archive-title: Pamela’s Panty-hose? Nevermore!

I read with a smile the phrase in Will Ray’s note on photoswap, “two letters
to the editor in pamela’s pantyhose”.. My own true love and fiancee is named
Pamela, and she wore pantyhose to work all the time when I first began dating
her, last January (1990).. Soon after our first bonding and wonderful love-
making, I bought Pamela beautiful garter belts, a Merry Widow with garters
and several pairs of finest sheer stockings (including silk ones from Italy).
When Pam and I went to a concert soon after, she said to me as we walked from
the garage to the concert hall, “Jerry, I really love the feel of these stock-
ings! They are so sensual – and I can feel them move a bit as I walk along. I
wore stockings last in 1970, so I forgot all about how they feel. They do make
me feel a little uncertain though, as I feel the wind come under my skirt and
all the way up to the crotch of my panties – that is a strange (but not un-
friendly) sensation!”
Because of her comment, I decided to buy her some knee-high stockings to
see how Pamela would like them. She wore them under a long jeans skirt when
we went over to visit her mother’s recently. As Pam sat comfortably opposite
me I could see the tops of her knee-highs and their not lovely top elastics
and some of her (lovely) legs showing too.. when I told her about this pri-
vately later, she turned beet red and said she’d probably only wear the knee-
highs under slacks or jeans in the future – even thought I assured her that
she looked charming and so desirable as I had viewed her.
Now I took the step which moved us inexorably to the most exciting permanent
change I would have ever thought possible for Pamela and me: I looked very
carefully through the entire hosiery section of an upscale department store
and found some “thigh high sheer stockings”… I got these for her and Pam
thanked me, saying she had not known this type existed.
On our next date, after a great dinner and relaxed drive under moonlight,
Pamela and I retired to my motel room where she sat on the edge of my water-
bed. We just dropped back together, fully clothed onto the bed, and rocked
in laughter and happiness. I hadn’t seen her for several weeks, so we just
hugged and held each other for the longest time, enjoying every minute of
our experience. Ater our soft as baby skin kisses produced yearning sighs
from Pamela’s throat, I began caressing her face, her hair and her neck. She
put her mouth up to my ear and breathed the warmest, wettest air in there,
bringing me to an advanced state of love readiness seconds later! I softly
rubbed her shoulders and caressed her down her sides, only barely making the
gentlest contact with her sensitive, lovely breasts. Pamela was caressing my
back eagerly and unbuttoning my shirt to insert her hand in to feel my chest
and to tease my nipples to stiff readiness. As I continued to caress down
her skirt, she responded with little urging mews and invitingly spread her
legs slightly apart for me. I reached under the hem of her long skirt, and
first felt her silky stockinged legs – then I was aware of not one but two
layers of slip Pamela wore (she later told me that one slip was too short
for the skirt but had a very pretty top to be seen under her transparent
blouse, and the second slip had the right length.) This extra amount of
underwear was intriguing me strongly! I caressed gradually higher up Pam’s
leg, felt the sexy top binding elastic and moved onto her super soft leg
and thigh skin… so warm, so responsive to my touch! As I moved closer to my
“heaven” I realized that there was no deterrant to the progress of my hand,
even to the sensual globe of her buttock cheek!!! What a great surprise for
me – Pam wasn’t wearing any panties!! It blew my mind, and we advanced to one
of the fullest episodes of wanton and abandoned loving we have ever had. We
both came several times and felt totally united, as if this were the very first
time our bodies had ever joined. The water bed was our friend, adding its own
motion to encourage new angles, new directions, new delights to each of us.
Later, after lovingly reviewing our happiness in light soft talking, I asked
Pamela about the reason for not wearing any panties.. it had turned me on so
very excitedly. She said that she learned by wearing garter belt, stockings
and panties that she really loved the feel of the wind under her skirt, climb-
ing all the way to her crotch – but not quite getting TO her. So, she told me,
that she experimented one day wearing the thigh-high stockings and no panties
to her office… she said, “It was so terrific.. I came in the car, just from
the motion on the car’s seat and vibration of traffic. Then, at the office, I
could feel (really FEEL) the seat of my chair. And I felt wickedly erotic as
I stood talking with men who work with me, knowing that under my skirt there
was no impediment to their seeing my pussy were I to lean down to the bottom
drawer of a filing cabinet to extract something! Now, I have not had a urinary
infection for weeks, and I always used to get them when I wore pantyhose all
the time. So, this is how I dress almost every day.. now. I’m so glad you
approve!!!” (note to female readers… please give this sensual dressing
technique a try… you may solve any of several genital discomforts related
to airless confinement of pantyhose (not pretty for us men to gaze upon any-
way) – you may achieve a great double benefit when you feel turned on by what
you FEEL, and your lovers, boyfriends, husbands are electrically excited when
you let them KNOW what is under your dress or skirt!!! Have fun!) Yours,
ErosJer

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