I know I'm like a lot of guys, I have a real fetish for women's panties. I have always enjoyed trying to get a peak at the color and texture of women's panties when they bend over, or are sitting in a chair and their shirt rises up enough to reveal a peak just above their pants. My wife (Diane) says that it is tacky when their panties are visible, but I rather enjoy getting a peak at what they are wearing underneath.
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Notice: I don't care what you do with this story. Make it into a movie or publish a play with it. I wrote it to be enjoyed and to be shared, so the more people read it - the better.
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I was feeling depressed.
Although I loved my wife and we were the closest of friends, our marriage had become very stale and passionless.
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You would think that a trip to Florence Italy for business would be the best of both worlds. A storied city full of some of the greatest art and architecture of the Western world, a myriad of options for dining, all while being paid to a job that should be easy. Notice the should, it hasn't been. Ever had one of those days when everything that can go wrong does and yet somehow you still think you might be making progress?
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Tony liked beach volleyball. Watching it, that is. Not playing it. He thought that whoever had the idea that players must wear bathing costumes was a genius. There's nothing better than watching pretty girls in small bikinis bouncing all over the place.
There had been a friendly tournament running on the local beach for the past few weekends.
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"Ohmygod I'm so sorry!" Tucker said, almost shouting, "I don't know why..."
Bud cut him off: "Don't be sorry. It was great."
Tucker and Bud
By RalphyNJ
[This story is fiction and includes depictions of unsafe sexual practices. Such practices would be reckless in real life, and the author cautions strongly against them.]
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It was Saturday night and Mike was home alone. He didn't mind because there were absolutely no interruptions as he watched hockey. It was the playoffs and the second game of the night was just coming to an end.
He went to the kitchen to get a drink and paused to take a long look at the freezer.
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My job had moved my wife and I halfway across the country about a year ago. The part that sucks is that we had a great group of friends at home. The lucky part is that, being in our thirties, most of our friends can afford to visit and have made the trip for long weekend visits. I'm 35, about 6'2" and 210 pounds. My wife Ally is 32, 5'6" and about 115 pounds. We both are very active, and she has a very fit physique. Nice shoulders, muscular arms, runners legs, and a pert little B cup, she's definitely my type of girl.
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I've known Mary's parents for thirty years. That's a year before she was born. When she started to come on to me one night in the bar, I was startled to say the least. Startled but flattered since I'm close to twice her age.
"Why don't you ever flirt with me?" Mary asked out of the blue.
I thought a moment and then replied, "I've know you all of your life and I know your parents. I changed your diapers."
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It had been six months since I'd moved in next door to an amazing lady. She was in her early to mid sixties, had a vibrant warm personality, and immediately befriended me showing genuine concern after my divorce. Madeline and I became good friends. I very often stopped by after work to check on her, see how she was doing, and generally on the weekends, did a few odd jobs for her. Having Madeline as a friend, someone to talk to, made the days easier to deal with and not quite so lonely.
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Everyone except Sally and me had left by midnight. Some needed to be home before their babysitters started charging double; others because they had things to do the next morning. Sally and I stayed to help clear up. We had no children to go home for, or any pressing things to get up early for. On top of that, we lived just around the corner so didn't have to worry about taxis or drinking too much.
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