02.12.2025

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Robert had been invited to a party by a mutual friend of Anne Simpson. He was intrigued and went because the party didn't sound like the typical party for the people that he usually hung with. This one was a costume party for one thing. There was the opportunity to meet different people than the normal crowd for another. Robert had also been told that Anne herself was an attractive and available lady and he was always looking for his soul mate.
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01.12.2025

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A quick introduction.
I was roommates with Grace for over three years. Her being a lesbian was a well known fact which made my family and my girlfriends very comfortable with the arrangement. Michelle, her girlfriend had recently come out which gave Grace a new found confidence and extreme fondness towards Michelle. They were both 29.
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30.11.2025

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My husband was tied to the bed naked; his cock lay limp between his legs. Tonight I planned to indulge him in his secret fetish for smoking.
My husband does not smoke, but is always on my case when I have the occasional cigarette. If I smoked in public, it would usually cause a row. I cut back from 10 cigarettes a day, to 20 in a week our son was born.
One day whilst shopping on the internet, I was shocked to see in the history browser lots of sites for smoking fetishes. My husband must have forgotten to delete them.
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29.11.2025

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Chapter One: Connecting
As soon as I saw her picture I was hooked. For many, or should I say most men, the plain looking woman staring back at them from the computer screen would have been passed by immediately in the search for a more classic beauty to be found elsewhere on the dating website I was skimming through.
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28.11.2025

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Dave & Joanne sat together nervously, looking around the reception area and trying not to look as nervous as they felt. Another couple, Lillian and Steve was seated on another couch doing pretty much the same. They knew they were in for some extraordinary sex, after all what else was a private sex club for?
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27.11.2025

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I have been enjoying women's clothing for about 10 years. I am now 45 and still get excited with the feel of silk against my skin. I am married but when I am alone, I dress as a woman. I have a complete wardrobe which I have hidden in my attic. I have gotten very good at putting on makeup and though I would not pass as a woman, I don't look that bad.
Recently I have had a strong urge to be dressed with another man. I have been communicating with another man on the internet and have had some very open and hot discussions.
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26.11.2025

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I looked down at a bespectacled Asian cutie as she undid another button in her blouse. I had my mind on her cleavage as I lifted my bag into the plane's overhead compartment. A half second later I realized my mistake. It didn't fit and I was trapped supporting the heavy weight. Smiling sweetly, she wasted no time taking advantage of my vulnerability. She gently undid my zipper, reached inside to fondle my balls and pulled out my semi-hard member.
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25.11.2025

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Prologue
By mid July, I was really depressed. It had been just over year since since I moved to Greenwich Village, leaving my small town and virginity behind. Freshman year of college was uneventful because I only went to class, I didn't really socialize with any of the classmates. All of my free time was spent with Rob. We'd shop, dine out, go to the movies or a show and make love incessantly. We spent a week in Key West over spring break. My wardrobe had been transformed, as had my body.
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24.11.2025

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This story is a continuation of 'First sheer nylon fun' and it takes place in the London suburbs during the late sixties. In that story I befriended a lady called Clare who helped me explore and enjoy my sheer nylon and harem costume fetishes. She borrowed a couple of theatre-quality harem costumes from a professional wardrobe and we had an afternoon of slippery nylon fun.
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23.11.2025

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Lauren greeted me barefoot at the porch door dressed in a denim mini-skirt and a white cotton T-shirt. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Her shirt clung to her breasts revealing a perfect roundness and the stark definition of partially erect nipples. They were larger than normal, for she had a four-month-old child and she was still breastfeeding.
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