Mags Inc

In my opinion, my introduction to wearing the lingerie created a major fissure in any remaining masculinity I had. It can be argued that the use of perfume could have been explained away as evidence of a man's cologne but what Dorothy had made for Lunn and myself now was far too pretty to come even close to a man's product. Ane? Women generally have a much more acute sense of smell than men do. There was no fooling them - not a chance. The use of the scent may be perceived as a much lesser...

In my opinion, my introduction to wearing the lingerie created a major fissure in any remaining masculinity I had. It can be argued that the use of perfume could have been explained away as evidence of a man's cologne but what Dorothy had made for Lunn and myself now was far too pretty to come even close to a man's product. Ane? Women generally have a much more acute sense of smell than men do. There was no fooling them - not a chance. The use of the scent may be perceived as a much lesser...

From Rita... They both cackled as I stood completely naked when Melanie got back to me. Then I stepped into the panties, and stood shivering although it wasn't cold as she fastened me into a bra. "I think that yellow satin with white lace looks nice on him - don't you think?" She asked as she fascinated me in. "Cute?" Rita sniffed from out of a magazine she had picked up. "Just make sure that you pad the bra cups pretty full!" "How come?" Melanie asked, curious. "Well nobody's going to take...

From Rita... They both cackled as I stood completely naked when Melanie got back to me. Then I stepped into the panties, and stood shivering although it wasn't cold as she fastened me into a bra. "I think that yellow satin with white lace looks nice on him - don't you think?" She asked as she fascinated me in. "Cute?" Rita sniffed from out of a magazine she had picked up. "Just make sure that you pad the bra cups pretty full!" "How come?" Melanie asked, curious. "Well nobody's going to take...

My wife of almost two years seemed to have undergone a massive change since I had left her that morning. She had always been sweet and coy. Reasonable and non-demanding in everything she did or said. But now there was an element that I had never seen before, a sense of confidence, almost as if she was looking down on me. Naturally, considering our actual positions, this was absolutely true, but it wasn't in this way that I meant it, it was as if she was starting to consider me as being...

What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn’t seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually – but I still certainly didn’t think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.

What could I say? Slowly I nodded agreement. After all, I knew perfectly well that my own intransigence had got me to a point where I couldn't seem to DO anything! At this point, I just did not feel that I could back down. Yes, the idea of putting a dress on secretly excited me sexually, but I still certainly didn't think that Baxter could beat me. What possible difference could a dress possibly make? I found out the following morning.

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There was something about last night, being naked and on my knees in front of her. It was like I wanted to please her. For some odd reason it made me excited. It wasn't just seeing those great legs, , or glimpsing her panties. Though that was very erotic. Somehow I felt like a kid peeking up some woman's skirt, the chance of being caught making it more excitable. Like she knew I was looking, that I was being a "bad boy". Maybe ti was something else. A secret thrill of some kind. Hard to...

There was something about last night, being naked and on my knees in front of her. It was like I wanted to please her. For some odd reason it made me excited. It wasn't just seeing those great legs, , or glimpsing her panties. Though that was very erotic. Somehow I felt like a kid peeking up some woman's skirt, the chance of being caught making it more excitable. Like she knew I was looking, that I was being a "bad boy". Maybe ti was something else. A secret thrill of some kind. Hard to...

I'm using her pearly pink nail polish. Mandy's on the vanity and I*'m naked. She helped strip me on the pretense of having sex, then changed her mind. On my knees I can see right up the over-sized tee-shirt she wears, the way her tight panites outline her vulva. She knows I'm looking and strums my sex with her other foot. She's really getting over on this. It's the only thing I can do to placate her, especially after she learned I was doing Guinevere's toenails. She was full of questions: Is...

I'm using her pearly pink nail polish. Mandy's on the vanity and I*'m naked. She helped strip me on the pretense of having sex, then changed her mind. On my knees I can see right up the over-sized tee-shirt she wears, the way her tight panites outline her vulva. She knows I'm looking and strums my sex with her other foot. She's really getting over on this. It's the only thing I can do to placate her, especially after she learned I was doing Guinevere's toenails. She was full of questions: Is...