Just Staying a bit By FoxyHosed “Don't mention it. Now let me start on the pasta with meatballs!” She stood up from her chair “And besides, it will be nice to have someone to eat with, for a change!” She went to the kitchen to start dinner. “Make yourself feel at home!” I watched some TV ... read more
When teaching a section of my favorite class, "Modern Erotic Literature", I noticed a guy in the back of the room acting strangely. He was in obvious discomfort, and I wondered why. It was during the lecture where I discuss fetish stories. Students find it a revelation. The first thi... read more
I am a bisexual man, meeting straight, bisexual or gay men for our sexual pleasures. I post messages on various message boards that allow members profiles and posting messages. I also post to local groups in my area that allows one to post messages to a small geographical area or to a distant user g... read more
The Meet By FoxyHosed It all started when we got a new class teacher. Her name was Karen. She was a mature lady and had dark red hair to her shoulders. That first day she wore some short dark blue jeans and a brown blouse. My other classmates started whispering about her. “He-he! Have you seen t... read more
Carla and I were watching Netflix at home just relaxing after a long day of work. I remember laying down next to her and looking at the pink toenail polish on her feet. I taunted her as said "I could do a much better job painting your toes than you could." Carla smirked and said, "It's much ha... read more
Not long ago I was out shopping and stopped at one of the clothing outlet stores that I frequent when looking for sexy clothes and shoes to wear when I go out clubbing or to wear in my adult videos. I was looking through the display rack of my favorite brand of pantyhose, trying to find the colors I... read more
As I stood on the corner of the street I was woozy. The heat from the day and how I just got fucked in public was running thru my mind. I tried to walk home quickly; my ass was a bit sore but it was not hurting. I could feel something dripping down my leg. I told myself it was sweat but I knew i... read more
*** This a work of fiction but wishful thinking. Beau and Stephen had been long-time friends, they often spent time together playing golf, gym, and fishing. Stephen had a secret crush on Beau for quite a long time or it was Stephanie, Stephens' alter ego that did have a crush on Beau. He found hi... read more
Jamie knew he was different. He didn’t fit in with the other boys, but he didn’t feel like he fit in with the girls either, he just knew he was different. He wasn’t into dolls or balls. He was the smallest boy in his class and more than half the girls outweighed him. But the one thing he had going f... read more
As those of you who have read my stories know, I love pantyhose. I'm also quite heterosexual in that I'm extremely turned on by femininity; thus the pantyhose fetish. I have no desire to "be" a female as I love my big penis and I love the way it feels in pantyhose. I also love shooting spe... read more
He had the house to himself for a few hours. Andy slid his older sister Kelly's taupe nylon pantyhose slowly up his nice, smooth legs, wriggled them up around his narrow boyish waist the band snapping in place. His penis was so stiff against the wispy fabric! He sighed happily. Sitting down on ... read more
I've had a Pantyhose Fetish for over 30 years now, and love wearing them on a daily basis. But back in the summer of 1995, I suffered a heat stroke, and almost died, when I recovered, I vowed I would stop fantasizing, and live out these dreams and fantasies. I had been masturbating while dress... read more
Hy my name is Noemi and this is my story... I was nearly five years, my parents sleep and my sister stayed overnight at a girlfriend. I allways looked at her tights, skirts, dresses and shoes admiring (she is six years older)and i was jealous that she could wear such beautiful clothes. I liked to ... read more
A story by Michele Nylons, Part II "She's all yours Eddie. She looks beautiful." I heard Carmel say as 'she' disappeared down the corridor, her high heels clicking on the tiled floor. Eddie appeared at the door to the cell, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "So what do yo... read more
3:00pm... The workday was done. I'd been eagerly waiting for this time. On lunch I pulled our 'toy' chest (actually a footlocker) out of the closet for easy access that evening. Months before, I told my wife, Kaitlyn, that sometime she's going to come home and find Nicole bound to the bed just wa... read more
Highway in Heels By Sabrina G. Langton *Stories from the real world 1 This story is autobiographical. When I was 20 years old I used to drive a van for my parents from Brooklyn to Tarrytown New York once a week to drop off merchandise for retail shops in the area. I always had a full van on ... read more
Police work is a paramilitary occupation. Uniforms, rank, weapons, discipline…It can be exciting and interesting for some and boring for others. Some officers seem to find lots of action during their career (or maybe it finds them) while others never use their sidearm except for target practi... read more
After a last look at himself in the full-length mirror on the closet door, Pat put his magnetic key in his purse and left his hotel room. He had done this enough times to be almost calm as he waited for the elevator. When the door opened, he was relieved to be greeted by an empty lift. It always ... read more
Well, I know it will be difficult to take this story seriously or as true happenings, it will seem far fetched and made up. I know, I know. It is however the story of my sexual awakening. The story of how I grew up to be what I am. I do not pretend to find psychological explanations or even less bio... read more
I got the idea while listening to the news on the radio, during another grinding commute home from the big city. It seemed a couple in Florida had gotten so sick and tired of their spoiled, neglectful children that they were camping outside their house in beach chairs, refusing to go back to being p... read more
