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"What do you mean you told her?" My wife looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Of course I told her," she said. "We talk about everything." "Be that as it may, you didn't need to tell her I had a thing for panties!" "Now don't go saying it like that," she scolded mildly. "It's not like I told her your into wearing women's underwear, just that you had a, uh, special appreciation for women's undergarments."

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I am a manager at a local manufacturing firm and spend most days at the factory, working in the office or walking round the shop floor. I enjoy the work but often wish I could get out more and meet different people. I was therefore delighted when my boss suggested I might go to London to meet some customers and visit their factory. It would involve spending a night in a hotel, something I rarely got the chance to do.

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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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Brian and I weren't best friends, but we shared a love for winter sports -- especially snowboarding. Our other friends bitched about the cold. Brian and I considered it a challenge, and we were always trying to out-do each other by buying the newest designs in winter sport clothing. I had jackets, pants, and underwear made of silk, wool, polar fleece, polypropylene, and just about every other thermal plastic you can name.

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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 parked my car in the driveway, a big smile on my face. I took a moment to collect my things, making sure my present for her was perfect. It was simply wrapped, just some red wrapping paper around a little box, tied with a big red bow, but I knew she would like it; she always enjoyed my gifts.

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A few months ago I met a guy called Edward and it turned out that, among his varied and chequered past, he'd been divorced and has a son in his late teens, just like me. His lad is called Ashley; he's eighteen and at university in Sheffield. My son is Jake who's nineteen and at Leeds. Edward is physically much larger and stronger than me; something I always enjoy in a man when we get to the bedroom.

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With the extra money I have been earning lately I decided to go snowboarding with a few friends. They had found a really good deal to Lake Tahoe, staying in a catered chalet with lift passes included. We flew from Manchester airport early on the Saturday morning, and after changing flights at Chicago we arrived in San Francisco late afternoon.

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Day 1 Saturday "Oh my...God...Sis, is this really happening?" I gasped as the ship slowly chugged out of Southampton harbour on its way to the Mediterranean. "I know what you mean," My younger sister Sam grinned as I hugged me; "this is going to be the best holiday of our lives!" Sam had won an 'All-inclusive Cruise for two' plus £500 spending money, in a magazine competition.

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