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"You ready for another one?" he heard his buddy Tony ask. "No man." He responded with a drunken slur, not even bothering to lift his head from the bar. "I'm good." "Where you staying tonight?" Tony questioned. "Probably at my folks house." he slurred in response. "Thankfully ... my mom hasn't ... touched my room since I moved out."

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He had been tracking his female's scent for days when he located her. Immediately he recognized who she was and what she meant to him. It had taken him awhile to realize that the circling path she was wondering could only mean that she was lost. Amazing, he had never known any of their kind to be lost. She was obviously young. Panic had struck him for a moment that she would be too young. However further study of her scent established her age to be well into her breeding years.

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I had been suspicious of your visits to my panty drawer for quite some time, but it wasn't until I bought that nanny-cam that I could confirm it. You can imagine my surprise when I began coming home from work and finding video after video of my nineteen year-old son dressed in my bras, my panties, my dresses and high heels. That was the kind of behavior you might expect from a little girl, not a nearly grown young man. What amazed me most was how often you did it, how shameless you were in what you took.

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"Oh god ... oh god I want a pair of your sister's panties ... oh godddddddd!" Mike pulled his cock out of my pussy as he came, spreading hot cum all over my stomach and breasts. I smiled up at him languidly, completely spent from the incredible orgasm he'd already given me. And yet ... I wasn't quite satisfied.

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At some point I would ask Nicole how she found out about my fetish for women's panties. At the moment, I couldn't ask her anything, a pink pair of her sodden satin underwear was stuffed in my mouth and serving quite ably as a gag. My wrists were bound to the bedposts with silk scarves, my ankles pulled back toward my head and also tied to the bedposts.

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Spring was around the corner and my husband and I had our two year anniversary coming up in a little over a week. No, it was not our wedding anniversary, it was the anniversary of the first time I found out about one of Steve's fetishes and things have never been the same since. Our sex life has been on fire and I have loved every minute of it.

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She stood in front of the mirror, slowly taking in what she saw reflected. Most of her day had been spent alone, so that she might have ample time to prepare. Her dark eyes flickered as they moved over her image, checking carefully, looking for even the smallest flaw. The short sundress she wore appeared white at first glance, but was actually a pale lilac. It had an embroidered bodice and hem, and spaghetti straps that left her shoulders exposed.

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For the past sixteen months, my sex life has been scaled back to what I would call "ordinary." My husband and I moved to Hong Kong with our children for a temporary assignment with his company that ended just two weeks ago. We decided before we left home that it would be best to leave our fetishes behind because we would be closely "supervised" by our host country.

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I shared lodgings in a rental 4 bedroom Victorian house after my initial 1st year in the dorms, I lived with Beth, Ben, James and Mishka. Beth is my very best friend, I wouldn't call her my lover and I certainly don't own her, but she is my soul-mate and we kiss and play often, snuggle up in each others beds and share everything, especially after a few drinks!

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"Jimmy, I'm home," came the expected but dreaded call. Jimmy laid waiting, as he had been for most of the afternoon, the knots tightened far past what his numbed fingers could untangle. "Hey, where are you? Get out here and help me with these damn groceries will you." Heather's voice shattered the silence.

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