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"Emily Ralia is the winner!" Announced the referee. Cheers erupted around Emily as her picture was displayed on the big screen, with the words Victor beneath it. She gathered her cards and smiled at her opponent who returned the expression, despite losing the match. It was the national tournament for the card game Voluptus Ludum. The game was introduced five years ago and took the world by storm. With a deck of fifty cards each player uses the creatures and equipment contained within it to destroy the opponents'.

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I was relaxing in the summer sun reading a book while sitting on my deck. It was early evening and the sun was still well above the horizon. It was so relaxing that I almost drifted off to sleep just sitting there. Suddenly I was jerked awake by the shrill ring of my phone.

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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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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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I saw Goody-goody sitting there with his head buried in a book, as we walked into my boyfriend's apartment. I called him Goody-goody, but he was really just my boyfriend's roommate. He was smart, he was shy, and he never took advantage of any of my advances. After that, he became Goody-goody and what I wanted most of all, was to corrupt him, make him bad. Like me.

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Our flatmate Abby was back. She moved in last winter and we got on well together straight away. I felt the chemistry between us but before anything happened her scholarship came through and she went overseas to study. Now it was summer and Abby was back. She came through Thailand on the way home and looked tanned and fit. I sat in a chair and she sat opposite me on the couch, wearing a long blue hippie skirt that went all the way to the floor and a baby blue singlet.

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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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I came home from the office and Chrissy greeted me at the door with her usual sweet kiss. "Joey, honey, guess who called today….it was Janie. She wants to come for a visit. I told her that it would be OK and she will be here tomorrow afternoon." Janie, Chrissy's twin sister, had finished graduate school in May but had still not found a job.

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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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You come by one Tuesday morning, eager to see me after a long stretch without visiting. You have the pumps, skirt and tight sweater you had on back when we were first reunited. I answer the door, a smile on my face and a light in my eyes indicating my happiness at seeing you. We talk, you and I sitting together on the couch, my hand occasionally slipping under your top to tease your sides and stomach. Your hand occasionally slides lightly over my legs, as my expression intensifies, you chuckle, knowing how much that drives me crazy.

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