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It's the feel, I think, more than the appearance. Yes I'm interested in how they look, but I am more interested in the touch. Sure, the cut, the style, how much is covered and how much is revealed are important, but nowhere near as much as the sensations I receive. I get so aroused by simply holding the garment in my hands that sometimes it's nearly impossible for me to put it down.

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Jane had been Ryan's roommate for a few months, the two working at the same large state agency together. Ryan was thirty years old, fit, attractive and had an incredibly sexy and kinky girlfriend named Stacey. Jane, was twenty nine years old, about 5'5, with shoulder length black hair, a slight tan all year round and an athletic body that she took good care of going to the gym five days a week. Before Ryan had gotten to know Jane the first thin he noticed about her was her extremely gorgeous tits, in his estimation D cups which might be fake because of the way they defied gravity.

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~~~~~ Hi! I don't know about you, but I have a serious wedgie fetish. It's my hope to continue to write on this theme and share some fun (fictional) sensual stories that will really get your juices flowing. First though, I wanted to give a little background on the wedgie fetish. Read on, hope you learn, then get ready for the REAL sexy stuff. Feel free to PM me with ideas, stories, or if you just want to chat.

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"Here you go Hon," Rachel said as she handed me the bright red thong her friend Karen had 'loaned' me. "All clean and ready to go." One by one, memories of both the previous day and night flooded my mind and started my cock stiffening. Getting caught wearing panties by Karen. Spending the morning in nothing but panties in front of my wife's best friend. Rachel rubbing a pair of panties against my body as we screwed.

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She was waiting on the landing as I came out of the bathroom, a finger to her lips to indicate silence, her other hand on her partially open bedroom door handle. She smiled and raised her eyebrows in a silent question but my flushed cheeks must have given her the answer before I smiled back and nodded.

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I work for a very large consulting firm. Most of my assignments last several months and are typically out of town, requiring me to travel each week. Last summer, I was given an assignment in Atlanta where I had to spend several months as an interim executive. I vividly remember the first day I arrived at my client. The receptionist - a perky, young, beautiful blonde named Chelsea -- greeted me and showed me to the office I'd be using during my multi-month long assignment.

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I have had a fetish for panties ever since I was about 18. I would sneak into my mother's panty draw whenever I got a chance. She had many pairs of all different colours and materials but my favourite were her silky panties. Thongs didn't really do it for me as there isn't enough material to rub over my cock.

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Alone. I was off for the day, my wife was at work, and I had the house to myself and was going to be able to indulge in one of my favorite fetishes. My cock was already getting hard as I went into our bedroom and stood in front of her dresser. Opening the drawer, I selected the silky black thong she'd bought a few months prior. It had quickly become my favorite. Taking off my shorts and shirt, I eased the soft panties up my legs and over my now rock hard penis.

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Lynn adjusted her skirt as she approached Richard Martin's office. She rapped her knuckles on the dark, solid teak door and almost instantly she heard his voice beckoning her to enter. "Come." The sheer opulence of his office never ceased to amaze her although it wasn't very often that she got the chance to go in. She noticed how the carpeting suddenly became thick and plush and all the furniture in the room was either leather or wood.

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I took a long sip of my dirty martini and leaned into the bar, staring resentfully down towards the end of it. My boyfriend of three years, Ryan, was still engaged in conversation, feeding his ego with clever banter. I noticed the familiar animated expressions, grand gestures, and overly enthused laughter that captivated the small crowd of people he was talking to. I sighed heavily, and settled back onto my bar stool and played with the spear of olives in my drink.

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