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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 was thrilled when I answered the phone. "Hi, Bruce, it's Sandy!" Sandy! Sandy had been a photography student for several years, starting when she was a freshman in high school, and all the way through. The summer before college, however, we had parted ways. I had thrown her out of my darkroom for acting irresponsibly, making appointments to print in my darkroom for a show she'd gotten at a local restaurant, and then not showing up. She left angry. I was heartbroken. She was now almost out of college, 22 and grown up. I hadn't seen her in four years.

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I flicked a speck of dust from the gleaming bonnet of my pride and joy, a British racing green blower Bentley just like the one that James Bond drove in the early Bond novels and the same car that starred in Fleming's other book Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang. It stood amongst over a thousand other gleaming and beautifully restored Vintage and Veteran vehicles that were about to take part in the Bi-annual Bay to Birdwood rally from West Beach to the National Motor Museum at Birdwood in the Adelaide hills.

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"O Aphrodite, Intoxicating Goddess of Love. Please accept the sacrifice of my body to Your pleasure, to Your whims and fancy. I humbly surrender myself to Your use. Do with this most unworthy vessel what Your Magnificence desires. I patiently await Your coming." The pale, smooth-skinned blonde youth flung his loincloth aside and bent his head in submission.

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She slowly climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom which was in total darkness, feeling for the light switch behind the open door as she slipped off her short silky robe. Her hand reached for the switch and instead found naked flesh. She was so shocked she didn’t even cry out as a soft hand took hers and slowly slid up her arm light as a feather.

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I received this story a few years ago and felt that it should be posted on lit. It always arroused me... I remember my mom's friend Beth used to come over twice a week and give mom a massage. After that mom would give her a massage. They both undressed for the massage, but covered their buttocks with a towel. I used to come and go as I pleased and they seemed to think nothing of an eleven year old seeing them partially nude.

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Dr. Erica Welch shifted in her seat and uttered a tiny moan. Closing her eyes, she pulled her glasses up and massaged her eyes. This is insane, she thought for the hundredth time that day. She returned her glasses to their normal place and tried to concentrate on the paperwork before her. The CBC’s and other blood work on one of her patients needed to be examined, but her breasts were becoming uncomfortably full and every shift of her weight reminded her of the fat plug seated in her dripping pussy.

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It's been four years since I first met my girlfriend - Annie. I fell in love with her straight away. She was all that I've dreamed about before. She is 175 cm tall, cute face with black hair, big tits which she likes to show off and a nice round ass... and a big pervert also.

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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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The first couple of lines of the early 1960s upbeat song "If You Wanna Be Happy" by Jimmy Soul, had been running through mind for the last few days since Sydney moved out, at my request. I've had three long term relationships - all with beautiful young women. The first beauty was lazy but spent us into serious debt. She didn't take care of our kids.

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