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My Mistress, My Slave
I first met Robert as I was moving into my new apartment building. He was just one of the several men who appeared out of the thin air and offered to carry my furniture and boxes up to my new second story apartment. Most of these manly he-men only appeared because they wanted to get to "know&qu... Read full Story
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The Greatest Lie Part 6
In my rare moments of leisure in the weeks following my close encounter with death, I had had little opportunity to talk about it. Of course, the police had asked perfunctory questions, and I had testified at the coroner’s inquest, but until my next appointment with Dr. Erika Wright, I had not... Read full Story
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The Mole
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 full Story
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Nylon teasers
They came into the video store where I worked as a clerk. Almost every day. Teasers. Both of them. What made it both great and terrible for me was that it fed my deepest fetish -- stockings -- as it denied me any fulfillment other than frequent and frantic "self-gratification."... Read full Story
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Amy's Surprise
Amy Carlson was a beautiful girl who lived about 3 blocks from my house in a town with less than 2,000 people. She was home schooled until she was 19, when she transferred to the high school for her senior year. Amy had brown, shoulder-length hair and beautiful green eyes. Her dad was a dentist s... Read full Story
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50 Shades of A Bookseller
So, I finally got a "proper" job and managed to move out of my parent's house. It was a damn good job too, as my crossdressing was becoming increasingly difficult to keep secret. Numerous times my Mum would try to talk to me through my bedroom door, whilst also slowly creeping it open to ... Read full Story
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You're Gorgeous and I'm Curious
I love a lady in a short, short skirt, and this lady was wearing one of the shortest I'd ever seen: a bit of sky blue denim that barely reached her upper thighs and left her long, luscious legs mostly in view, covered as they were in just the tightest thigh-high white stockings. She was perched o... Read full Story