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I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by. There goes a cheerleader-type babe, now a mature woman whose massive breasts practically say "Ga-BONG, ga-BONG" with each step she takes. I take off my glasses to clean them, but am captivated by the sight of a woman coming this way. Even with my fuzzy vision, my cock is getting chubby from checking out this woman.

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It was early evening and I was sitting in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I was home from college for the first time since the semester started back in September. Looking into the mirror, I asked myself question after question, never answering what I was asking. As I sat there peering into my brown eyes, I tried to figure out who I was and who I was becoming. After taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I opened them to once again stare into the mirror.

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Hello diary I've never kept a journal before. With the exception of my best friend,there's no one I can tell what I've done this past week. I figured this would be a perfect time to start writing things down. I think it'll make me feel better.

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You get home from the gym and call out to me that you are going to the shower, and you hear me mumble something back. You think nothing of it, assuming that there was something on TV. Once you get upstairs you can smell the freesia candles burning. You glance into the bathroom and see it lit up with candles.

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This is a follow-up story to my weekend in Chicago with my husband Steve. He is now my little panty boy and I love the fact that I now have a way to control his sexual arousal. The first week that we returned home from his meeting I had Steve wear new his panties to work under his business suits and because of our shopping trip, he had enough girly panties to get him through the week without having to do laundry.

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I received my invitation from you in the post. I knew it was from you as I recognised your handwriting. It merely gave an address, a date and a dress code. It gave me a few days to prepare. After much anticipation the night finally arrived. I put on what the instructions told me: high heels, black stockings, a tight black skirt with a white blouse and black bra with a long overcoat on top.

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Michael flew into the small northern town for a two-day conference. A hotel, a travel budget, and a new place to explore, even a small town, was enough distraction to ensure he wouldn't be bored even if Laura hadn't decided to take charge of his evening hours. Laura met him at the conference on the first day. She was attending as a representative of a local company.

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Goodness knows why I have this fetish, but I do have it, so I have to live with it. What is it? Well it's the desire to eat shit. It must be from a dominant female mistress and maybe it's more to do with being totally submissive than it is to do with the actual eating. I think this desire has been with me for a very long time and now I would like to tell you, how I turned desire into reality. I thought it wasn't possible to realise my desire until whilst browsing through a contact magazine I saw a mistress advertising Hard Sports.

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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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Her sharp intake of breath almost stopped my heart for a second, when the scalpel bit into her smooth pale skin. The skin parted easily to that sharp thin blade, and the vein just beneath the collarbone and above the firm breast and hard nipple opened forth from the same incision.

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