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            <title type="text">Nylon stories: Nylon fetish in marriage</title>
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                                            One day it came over me but then. I wanted to follow my nylon fetish at least a little. My lady has a whole drawer full of nylon stockings, pantyhose and co. I sat down on the bed, opened the drawer and took out a handful of the nylon things.
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                 I am a little older and have been married to my wife for 23 years. The first 14 years I have concealed my little preference. I have a  nylon fetish  and have always suppressed it. I did not cheat on my wife and did not live out my secret fetish with her. She knew nothing about it. For her I was a very simple guy without great preferences in the marriage bed.  But then one day it came over me. I wanted to pursue my nylon fetish at least a little bit. My lady has a whole drawer full of nylon stockings, pantyhose and co. I sat down on the bed, opened the drawer and took out a handful of the nylon stuff. Halterless stockings, pantyhose in various styles and all in this lovely delicate fabric. I got a boner and wanted to enjoy it in peace. Just me and the nylons in my hand. There the bedroom door opened! 
 Caught in nylon madness full 
 My penis grew and swelled like it hadn&#039;t in a long time. I played with the nylons in my hands. Just as I was about to open my pants, my wife came into the room. I could not react at all. I remained sitting frozen, with my back to her. Did she see what I was doing here? Was there anything I could do to talk my way out of it? 
  No, I couldn&#039;t! &quot; Oh, I see you have a secret passion,&quot; my wife stated. I literally sank down into myself. I sadly put all the nylons back into the drawer. I was about to close the drawer when my wife pulled out a nylon stocking. She played around with it, stroking my face with the fabric, and asked if I liked the nylons. &quot;Do you like them?&quot; she asked. I hardly dared to look at them. I felt a little ashamed. 
 But then I saw that she was smiling. It was not an amused smile. She wasn&#039;t smiling at me, she was smiling at me. When you&#039;ve been married for so long, you know your partner. So at least when it comes to certain smiles. It&#039;s easy to gauge whether she&#039;s smiling at you or laughing at you. With what she now did with me, she surprised me but then quite enormous! 
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  The first common nylon sex 
 &quot;Oh yes, I like them a lot,&quot; I finally answered her question. &quot;Will you put them on for me?&quot;, I asked gently, stroking her bare leg. She was wearing a knee-length skirt, but no stockings. She lowered the skirt, put one leg on the bed, and let me watch as she slowly slipped on the classic, black, hold-up stockings. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;522&quot;] 
 All she had on was a tight top, a skimpy thong, and the horny nylons. She sat on top of me, looking deep into my eyes. My penis swelled again. After I felt so caught, he hid again. But now it was back again. My wife moved seductively on top of me. My pants were getting too tight, they had to go! No sooner said than done. 
 Now I sat there with a mega boner and looked at my wife standing in front of me. I stroked and kissed her legs. I pushed the thong aside and let her sit on me again. With rhythmic movements, my penis, taken deep inside her, she brought me to climax almost too quickly. 
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  Exchanged roles 
 So now my nylon fetish was no longer a secret. I no longer had to hide, pretend and suppress myself. I could revive and experience sex with my lady in a whole new way. She supported my fetish. Yes, she even enjoyed it. After it was now out that I stand on nylons, she first bought properly. Suspender stockings, hold-up stockings, pantyhose with special features ...    We experienced a lot of nylon sex together. Now my lady actually suggested to swap roles. Secretly you had ordered stockings that were slightly larger. So even I could put them on. I had done something like that before, that is, putting on nylons. However, I had never had sex in this way. So now a new experience in nylon fetish was added for me as well. 
 Hard to believe that this idea came from my great wife. I put on the stockings with feeling. It worked without tearing them. Believe me, it&#039;s not that easy. I was wearing nylons and my wife was wearing nothing. And that&#039;s how we made love. Uncomplicated, acting out and full of lust. These exchanged roles made us both really hot. We drove it almost like savages, so much we wanted each other. 
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 I get to know pantyhose Ouvert 
  What there is not everything so. My wife had now bought plenty of nylons of various kinds. Sometimes also a few pantyhose Ouvert, as she informed me. I had not the slightest idea what they were. &quot;Is that a special brand?&quot;, I asked her. She smiled mischievously and said, reach under my skirt. 
 She was wearing a tight wetlook miniskirt. Her long legs shone in a chic pantyhose in overknee style. Somewhat puzzled and perplexed I grabbed her so under the skirt. Almost startled, I pulled my hand back as if automatically. &quot;Crap, I broke the pantyhose right away, I think,&quot; I said. She laughed out loud, took my hand and pushed it into her warm center again. 
 [emotion emotion_id=&quot;523&quot; ] 
 Slowly I fumbled around, playing with her best feminine bit, and realized that the pantyhose had to be just the way it was. Ouvert is not a brand. By pantyhose Ouvert, is talking about a nylon that is open in the middle. A dream come true, I tell you! When I realized what the nylon was all about, I turned my wife with her back to me. 
 I pushed her upper body down and rammed my hammer-hard part directly into her. The realization of the Ouvert Nylon had made me so horny that I just wanted to get going. My wife moaned as lustfully as never before.   I once schmoozed. In her drawer are still suspender stockings with labia spreaders ... 
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                            <updated>2022-12-02T20:00:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Foot Fetish Stories : Let me love your feet</title>
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                                            I, Jeanette, wanted to earn some extra money many, many years ago. This I tried in the form of selling worn underwear. A sweet, fragrant little business, which ran purely on the Internet and by mail. Until one day I came across something very novel for me
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                 I, Jeanette, wanted to earn some extra money many, many years ago. This I tried in the form of selling worn underwear. A sweet, fragrant little business, which ran purely on the Internet and by mail. Until one day I came across something very new to me.   A man wrote to me with the request to be allowed to love my feet. I didn&#039;t know what the guy meant by that. There was a little chat in which he enlightened me as to what his request meant. And I, yes I went along with it. 
 My own foot slave 
 I got involved in a meeting. We went to meet him, I know, rash or just brave! What I can tell you, the guy looks really hot! It&#039;s funny that he&#039;s into feet. Would not suspect so at all. In short, he is a highly erotic-looking man who passes as quite normal! 
 But he is not so normal, because in the meantime he is my very own foot slave! And you know what? It is horny! But I also have really horny feet that would magically attract any foot fetishist. But, for me, actually the one is enough, because it is pure pampering! 
 So to our first meeting ... 
 Mike, that&#039;s the name of the hot foot slave by the way, offered me a delicious tea and said I should just put my feet up, he&#039;ll do the rest.  He took off my high heels, which he liked very much, and removed my nylon socks. 
 Gently he put my feet down on a soft stool to get the wash bowl and sponge. The scent of fresh roses rose to my nose. It was a fragrant rose water with which he washed my feet.   He pushed the wash bowl aside and lovingly and very meticulously dried my feet, then tenderly caressed them. 
 He took a massage butter with vanilla scent to hand. It was the most amazing foot massage I&#039;ve ever had! He kept telling me in between what horny women&#039;s feet I have. Then he started kissing them, licking them and sucking on the toes.   All this lasted about an hour, then he said that was it for now. He paid me, as agreed, and let me go. I got dressed and left. However, walking felt completely different and new. I walked like I was on clouds because my feet felt so pampered good. 
 Foot fetish stories that offer variety 
 Once I got home, I still wasn&#039;t over this pampering. I hated feet and always found them an unpleasant part of the body. But my foot slave had shown me today that feet can be great and that my feet are beautiful!  I loaded myself on the Internet and looked at videos. I looked for different foot fetish stories to find out what possibilities there are. 
 Finally, I wanted to be able to guide my foot slave and tell him what to do. He had the foot fetish but, I just liked to be in charge. He should become my slave and I his master or masteress.   The next meeting was only a week later and I was already looking forward to a new pampering program. When I arrived, everything was already ready. Rose water, vanilla butter. 
 I let myself fall on the sofa and stretched my feet smugly. Then he took a rope and simply tied them together!  The fright was big, I should have the say, there he could not make me nevertheless simply the slave and tie up! But there was nothing dangerous in his look. He smiled and asked me to trust him. He wouldn&#039;t hurt me and would stop if I interfered with what he was doing. I allowed it ...    He massaged my feet and smeared them with extra massage butter. Now he opened his pants and took out a real gem of a cock! He slid his penis between my bound feet and rubbed against it. He moaned and gasped until he cum in a high arc. 
 It was beautiful to watch and made me so hot that I wanted him so bad. I told him that I wanted him, that I wanted his hot body. But he put me off to the next time. 
 Foot fetish mixed with horny sex that also brings me what 
 His foot fetish was one thing, my desire for him again something else. We had to agree. And that&#039;s what we did in the end. He no longer paid me to take care of my feet and spoil them, but gave me his body. 
 We had sex and I was allowed to take him as I wanted. He had become my slave throughout. My own toyboy, full of sex appeal, horniness and a preference for feet. His penis was big, hard as steel and penetrated me as deep as no one could before. My feet were always part of the love game, whether in the main act or even just foreplay. 
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                            <updated>2022-04-17T12:45:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Tickle stories: Laughed to the climax - tickle torture in the pillory</title>
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                                            I wouldn&#039;t compromise today, I already knew that. That&#039;s why I sent Jennifer straight to the shower after she rang my doorbell. After all, it was not for nothing that I had extended my equipment a little without telling her.
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                 I wouldn&#039;t compromise today, I already knew that. That&#039;s why I sent Jennifer straight to the shower after she rang my doorbell. After all, it was not for nothing that I had extended my equipment a little without telling her. 
 She already knew the floor pillory, but the sex machine was new. And the holder for the Magic Wand was also new and would be used for the first time today. At least, if everything went according to plan. I inspected the playroom again while Jen freshened up for me. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;398&quot; ] 
 The room was pleasantly warm, the toys for the session were ready, covered by a towel so as not to reveal too much to Jen. A quick glance in the mirror to check my outfit. Closer to 30 than 20, but still a good figure. 
 The tight bustier shows off my bust perfectly, the leather pants show off my slim legs. Not that I would have dressed like this for myself, but unfortunately Jen won&#039;t be able to enjoy this look for long. Because when I&#039;m in the pillory, my gaze is almost inevitably directed downwards. 
 But I think I&#039;ll let her lick me afterwards. And then she can undress me in peace. But now it&#039;s time to take care of Jen&#039;s well-being. 
 Tie up and prepare 
 There&#039;s a knock and Jen stands in front of me. As requested, naked, shaved and ready for our session. I nod curtly and point in the direction of the pillory. I can see the anticipation in Jen&#039;s eyes when she sees the pillory and gets into position. The pillory is set up perfectly for her and it doesn&#039;t take long for her hands and feet to be bound. 
 Finally, I put the collar on her and secure her head. Now she can neither move far nor resist my touch. And I know how to take advantage of that. But first I want to see how much she likes being tied up. Without announcing it, I gently grab her from behind between her tightly bound thighs. 
 I&#039;m not surprised, but she&#039;s already wet and squirming under the expert touch of my fingers. I know that I could bring her to climax in a few moments, but I don&#039;t want to. At least not yet. The game of pleasure and pain has only just begun. 
 The touch of your skin 
 So I turn away from the center of Jen&#039;s lust, but let my hands glide slowly over her back. I notice how she presses her body against my fingertips. She&#039;s definitely nervous because - as is so often the case - I haven&#039;t told her in advance which part of her pleasure I&#039;m playing with today. 
 Because Jen is a sub with all her heart, but has a few preferences and weaknesses that I can play with. And she really enjoyed the session with the paddle the other day. But today I have other plans. My fingers now slide down both sides of her body to the level of her ribs. I start tickling her lightly at first, then more and more vigorously. She squirms, squeals and tries to escape. 
 But the restraints make it impossible for her, so I work my way up to her armpits. The squeaking gets louder and louder, her breathing quicker. Suddenly I stop. I go to the table with the accessories. She hears my footsteps on the echoing wooden floor. I have to smile as I decide on the long feather. 
 Feet - the center of Jen&#039;s pleasure and suffering in equal measure 
 I approach the still bound Jen again. The sight is wonderful. The short blonde hair, then the narrow back that merges into wide, feminine hips. The upturned bottom, the moist, shiny lips and then the thighs. 
 And there, now right in front of me, the little feet that I know Jen is particularly sensitive to. The feather is long enough for me to touch Jen&#039;s feet with it while standing.    I immediately get the desired reaction. Jen would have jumped in fright, but the restraints keep her in the pillory. She curses, she gasps and she begs for mercy. But I don&#039;t begrudge her that. I tickle her with the feather on the sole of her foot and between her toes. 
 I can hear her breathing becoming more and more frantic. I give her a rest in between so that she can catch her breath and then carry on. Now it&#039;s time to try out the new toy. 
 Tickled to climax 
 I give Jen time to catch her breath and fetch the toy. I attach the holder for the Magic Wand between her spread legs and position the Fuck Machine. Another reach into Jen&#039;s crotch shows me that I won&#039;t need much lube. I attach the dildo but don&#039;t switch the machine on yet. 
 Then I position the Magic Wand so that it lies exactly over Jen&#039;s clitoris. In between, I don&#039;t miss the opportunity to tickle the soles of Jen&#039;s feet with my fingernails so that she doesn&#039;t get bored. I switch on the Magic Wand and immediately hear a sensual moan from Jen. She probably hadn&#039;t expected that yet. 
 But the surprises shouldn&#039;t stop today either. I set the Fuck Machine in motion with the remote control. I hear Jen suck in her breath as the dildo, which was just between her labia, penetrates her gently but firmly. 
 I increase the pace slightly as I realize how responsive Jen is. The moans become louder and more intense. Time to distract her a little more.    I grab the feather again and tickle her side, her bottom and her feet again and again. The mixture of lust, laughter and defencelessness takes over Jen&#039;s body. She laughs, she moans and she even cries with pleasure and laughter. I tickle her all over her body, getting more and more intense. 
 One grip and the Magic Wand unleashes its full potential. I also increase the frequency of the Fuck Machine thrusts. Now I&#039;m close to Jen, tickling her with my fingertips. Under her arms, on her bottom, on her back and also on her neck. In all the places where she is particularly sensitive. 
 I notice how her body tenses as she climaxes, while the laughter shakes her. Or at least let&#039;s say the first climax of the still young day. 
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                            <updated>2022-03-29T11:45:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Latex story: My first fetish party</title>
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                                            How long had I been waiting for this moment? My first fetish party was just around the corner. For days I could not sleep properly, so nervous I was. The ticket had been hanging on my bulletin board for weeks and I had looked at it a hundred times every day from then on. Final...
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                 How long had I been waiting for this moment? My first fetish party was just around the corner. For days I could not sleep properly, so nervous I was. The ticket had been hanging on my bulletin board for weeks and from then on I had looked at it a hundred times every day. Finally I was allowed to dive into the dark world of eroticism. Rejoice with me, because it will be a latex story. 
 All beginning is difficult 
 About two years ago I noticed that there were some things different with me than with the other boys in my age. I was already into women, that was out of the question very quickly. But I was also interested in power games and had more specific clothing preferences. 
 I was particularly taken with latex. This fabric looked so incredibly sexy and every color came out much better than on other fabrics. Not to mention the body-hugging fit. Every woman looked ten times more attractive in latex.  Now, however, I was only sixteen at the time and knew no one in whom I could confide. 
 In my distress I had even called the organizer of a fetish party and asked if I could come despite the young age. Of course, this was not possible, there was no admission for minors. So I waited a long and agonizing two years until I could finally give in to my inclinations. 
 My first fetish party - welcome home 
 The big night had come. Even though I was going to abstain from alcohol that night anyway, I still took the S-Bahn to the location. Not that I, nervous as I was, built an accident before. The whole way there I hoped that I could sufficiently comply with the dress code. [emotion emotion_id=&quot;536&quot; ] 
 I didn&#039;t own any fetish clothing up to this point, but I planned to change that during the evening. Hopefully the security had mercy with me. The entrance went more uncomplicated than expected. I got in line and was waved through. That was it. I had to grin. All the initial nervousness for nothing.   Inside, I walked down a long, dark hallway, passed several dressing rooms, and entered the main hall. Shortly thereafter, a horny woman in ocher yellow latex overtook me and I reflexively gawked at her butt. 
 The main hall consisted of a large bar, a dance area and an area with tables and chairs. No matter where I looked, there were only warm and smiling faces to be seen. Many of the strangers even took the time to greet me in a friendly manner. I immediately felt at home. I would never have expected such a familiar atmosphere. 
   Then I saw the latex lady from before again. She was on the dance floor, gyrating her hips at a very graceful pace. What a sight to behold. Finally, I realized that I was already staring at her for some time and decided to do something about my dry mouth. At the bar, I treated myself to a Coke and decided to check out the whole building. 
 Insight into the world of games 
 I hadn&#039;t even noticed the stairs leading up at first. Now I climbed the stairs eagerly. Strangely enough, there were only couples on the stairs except for me. At the top, a narrow corridor led to several different rooms. Various sounds came from the rooms where the door was already closed. 
 I heard moaning, sounds of pain and clapping noises. Grinning and somewhat excited, I scurried down the hallway and took a curious look into each room where the door was open.   I saw various playground equipment that I already knew from the Internet. I recognized a love swing, St. Andrew&#039;s crosses, and a floor barrier. For other things, I didn&#039;t know what it was and just asking someone was too embarrassing. Finally, I descended the stairs again and made my way to the stalls. 
 The encounter of all my dreams 
 The stalls held a certain fascination for me, though disillusionment followed on its heels. The S&amp;amp;M furniture and toys on display were great to look at, but far too expensive for someone like me. At a booth that sold clothing and accessories, I stayed longer. I had just found a very appealing pair of latex pants, stroked my hand over the fabric and squinted inconspicuously at the price tag.   &quot;I bet they look good on you.&quot;  I could hardly believe my eyes. Standing next to me was the woman I had admired on the dance floor earlier. Of all the many latex women here, she was by far the most beautiful. And she had addressed me. Panicked, I searched for the coolest possible response, but I couldn&#039;t think of anything.   &quot;I want to see you in those pants. Right now.&quot; She gave me a dreamy smile. &quot;Will you do me the favor?&quot;  Still unable to speak I nodded, pulled out my wallet and bought my first fetish garment.  &quot;You can change over there.&quot; 
 She pointed to a dark corner. &quot;Don&#039;t make me wait too long, though.&quot;  My heart was pounding up to my throat. I walked in the direction instructed and began to undress. I wonder if she was watching me I didn&#039;t dare turn around. The encounter with this latex goddess had given me quite an erection. 
 I was glad when I had the new pants on. The latex fabric felt extremely horny. I went back to my dream girl, who eyed me in detail.   &quot;I like you.&quot; Her gaze went down me. &quot;I see you like me too.&quot;  I felt the blush shoot up my face and held a hand in front of my pants.   &quot;It&#039;s okay, kiddo. You don&#039;t have to say anything. If you keep nodding dutifully, that&#039;s quite enough. I&#039;m still looking for a play partner for tonight and I had you in mind. I hope you can handle the fact that I&#039;m going to set the tone.&quot;  I swallowed and managed a shaky &quot;yes.&quot; 
 Was this all real or just a dream? The most beautiful woman in this universe was going to play with me? It was unbelievable. The day of my first fetish party should also become the day of my first SM session. 
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                            <updated>2022-03-21T12:45:00+01:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Anal Stories: Welcome to my world of anal stories</title>
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                                            Actually, I am a normal woman, middle-aged. However, I like to live out a small fetish. During sex I like to experience anal stories again and again. Why I am so anal oriented, I do not know. I&#039;m just totally into it and climax better during anal intercourse than during normal...
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                 Actually, I am a normal woman, middle-aged. However, I like to live out a small fetish. During sex I like to experience anal stories again and again. Why I am so anal oriented, I do not know. 
 I&#039;m just totally into it and climax better during anal intercourse than during normal, vaginal intercourse. I would like to share my experiences with you. Today you get a small, exquisite insight into my world, full of anal sex stories. 
  Gentle introduction to anal sex 
 I had my first anal sex when I was a very young 18 years old. My bedmate at the time gently introduced me to the subject. We began with normal caresses and started as always, with the actual act. Then he interrupted this, however, to knead my buttocks with his hands, his fingers wandered into my poritze. 
 [emotion emotion_id=&quot;387&quot; ] 
 He fingered me anally, taking advantage of the moisture to transfer it to my anus with his fingers. He gently massaged my anus, testing very gently to see if he could penetrate me with his finger. I was scared, afraid it would hurt. He stopped because I was too unrelaxed. On his nightstand was a small tube of Just Glide Anal. 
 This is a wonderfully productive lubricant. He applied it to my anus and continued massaging gently. I relaxed and enjoyed his every touch. He penetrated me with his finger. Gently, yet firmly. He stretched my anus, using more and more fingers to do so. 
 Now I was ready. I should enjoy my first, real anal sex. His penis caused a slightly painful stretching of the anal region. It made me so insanely horny that I almost directly experienced the orgasm. 
   
  Sometimes gentle, sometimes strong 
 Since the first time I could not get away from the beloved anal sex. I developed a real fetish and experienced anal stories again and again. Almost automatically, I led my sexual partners to penetrate my rear end. I enjoyed it sometimes gently and sometimes forcefully. 
 It is a wonderful feeling when the anus is gently played around. Some days even that is enough to get me to climax. On other days, however, this playing around gets on my nerves. I think it&#039;s unnecessary. Then the man may penetrate me practically immediately. Hard as nails, without any aids. No lubricant, just a little spit and then it slips. 
 Yes, it hurts, it burns and I can hardly hold back. I moan and groan with pleasure. Louder, more intense, clawing myself into the sheet. Yes well, sometimes it is also the tabletop to which I hold on or even the edge of the bathtub. When I live out my fetish, it does not require a specific place. Only it must be varied. I love to try out unusual positions. It goes quite a lot, if it should be anal. You just have to be a little flexible. That&#039;s not a problem for me. 
 Fuck you! 
 Have you ever told someone that they can kiss your ass? I have! And the man actually put it into practice. He grabbed me, forcefully pulled my pants down. He turned me around, pushed my upper body forward. I stood in front of him with my bare buttocks stretched out. And what did he do? He started to lick! He licked and kissed my buttocks. 
 His tongue slid along my butt crack. With his hands he pulled my buttocks apart to get directly to my anus with his tongue. I experienced here and now, the first time anilingus. 
 The rimjob was fantastic! So many sensitive nerve endings are located at the anus. So it is an almost unbelievably good feeling to be touched, kissed and licked in this place. He even penetrated my anus a bit with the tip of his tongue. Let&#039;s see, maybe I&#039;ll get over myself sometime and return the favor for this horny rimjob. [emotion emotion_id=&quot;373&quot; ] 
 When I am alone and get the desire 
 The sex desire often overcomes me spontaneously. I do not want to give up just because there is no partner at hand. I live out my little fetish therefore also sometimes quite gladly alone. There are enough tools with which you can pamper yourself anally. I have a large selection of different anal plugs at home. 
 I love the ones made of vinyl. These I have in many variations at home. I started with the small anal plug for beginners. Black, smooth silicone, a small diameter and the party can begin. In the meantime, however, I am no longer a beginner. I now spoil myself with really big butt plugs. 
 Even a fucking machine with anal dildo is in my bedroom. That&#039;s fun, I tell you! My fetish is not extraordinary. 
 Anal stories like mine, I have heard from many others. Somehow almost a pity that I am not an exception. That would make it even more interesting. But what the heck, so at least I always find like-minded people. Are you one of them? 
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                            <updated>2021-05-06T10:00:00+02:00</updated>
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            <title type="text">Pantyhose fetish stories: Jan in the bonds of lust</title>
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                                            Jan was nervous. Only two weeks ago, after a long evening of cocktails, he had told his wife about his most intimate desires. To his astonishment, she had neither reproached him nor reacted in a deterred manner. Still, Frank didn&#039;t know what to expect that evening
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                 Jan was nervous. Only two weeks ago, after a long evening of cocktails, he had told his wife about his most intimate desires. To his astonishment, she had neither reproached him nor reacted deterred. Still, Frank didn&#039;t know what to expect that evening. 
 After all, every two weeks his son spent a weekend with his grandparents, and Jan and Sabine always had two nights all to themselves. But this weekend everything seemed different than usual. 
  Jan had received an e-mail from Sabine with clear instructions on  what he had to do on Friday evening. The commanding tone of the e-mail was new and had caused a very special tingling in Jan.  He had hardly been able to wait  to finally go home after work. 
 The evening begins 
 Sabine only works part-time and was accordingly home much earlier than he was. His fingers trembled slightly as he unlocked the door with his key. Just as requested in the e-mail, he immediately went through to the bathroom. There, a filled bathtub was already waiting for him. Completely relaxed, Jan let himself slide into the hot water and took the time to clean himself thoroughly. 
 After the bath it went dried and still naked in the direction of the bedroom. The bedroom was discreetly lit and candles provided an atmospheric light. In the middle of the bed lay a black eye mask. Jan gulped, but took the mask as an instruction and slid it over his eyes. 
   
  The world around him was swallowed by darkness.  He didn&#039;t know whether to shout or say something, but already he heard footsteps behind him. Sabine nestled against his body from behind, her fingers stroking his belly and chest and playing with his nipples again and again. The tension for Jan became almost unbearable and his best piece clearly indicated his excitement. 
 [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;523&quot; ] 
 But Sabine seemed to be less interested in this one at the moment. She directed Jan towards the bed and made sure that he lay down on his back. Again and again her hands slid over his body. Then along his legs. She brought Jan gently but purposefully into the position she wanted. Jan faltered. He felt a touch on his ankle, which he could not place. 
 Then on his other leg and finally on his arms. Sabine had tied him gently but mercilessly to the bed. For this, Sabine had ordered the Keep Still bed restraint set last week and tried it out for the first time today. 
 [emotion emotion_id=&quot;395&quot; ] 
  With his arms and legs spread, Jan now lay on the bed , waiting with a throbbing erection for what would now await him. Jan tried to relax. The whole situation made him hotter than ever before. Again and again he felt Sabine&#039;s hands on his body. But then Sabine left him alone. 
   
 New experiences for Jan 
 He heard fabric rustling as she moved. He heard her footsteps, heard a clack and several other sounds. Then Jan felt Sabine kneel between his legs. When her hot mouth suddenly and without warning embraced his glans, Jan flinched. 
 Sabine&#039;s tongue skilfully played around his manhood and Jan had to control himself not to moan loudly. But then Jan suddenly felt a new sensation. Something cool and wet drilled itself between his easily accessible buttocks. 
 Without warning and also without waiting for a reaction from Jan, Sabine let her finger moistened with lubricant slide up to Jan&#039;s rosette and slowly pushed it into her husband. 
  Jan was irritated and horny at the same time.  He had never felt anything like this before and never expected it from Sabine. Yes, he was slightly submissive, no question about it. But Sabine seemed to be far more absorbed in this game than he would ever have thought possible. Sabine&#039;s groping finger quickly withdrew, however. 
 Jan exhaled briefly in relief as something larger and thicker pushed its way between his cheeks. He felt an ever-increasing pressure on the sphincter, but could not resist something new and much harder sliding into him. He drew in his breath sharply, but then this object touched a very special point inside him. 
 Jan&#039;s lust rose inexorably all at once. It clicked and now the thing inside him began to vibrate as well. Sabine smiled with joy when she saw how well her purchase went down with Jan. So the Wild Boy had not been a bad investment. Now, however, it was time to free Jan from the darkness. 
   
 A dream becomes reality 
 Sabine slid off the bed, slipped the rubber glove off and to the floor and now pulled the mask from Jan&#039;s eyes. Jan drew in his breath sharply. For Sabine was not naked, but wore  pantyhose  as he knew them only from his wildest dreams. The fine net was darker in the area of the overknees and thus provided wonderful contrasts. 
 Jan&#039;s gaze slid higher and he had to swallow audibly. Because the pantyhose was completely open in the crotch. Sabine, perfectly shaved, literally beamed at him. But she did not wait until he had finished his inspection. Sabine got on the bed and let her foot in the pantyhose slowly slide over Jan&#039;s body. 
 He felt like he was in seventh heaven. Sabine&#039;s foot was now gently stroking Jan&#039;s member. He could feel the structure of the pantyhose exactly and wanted to savor the feeling. But Sabine did not give him time to do so. She now stood wide-legged over Jan&#039;s face.   [Emotion emotion_id=&quot;522&quot; ] He nestled his head against the side of her legs and enjoyed the  feeling of the pantyhose on his skin . However, the vibrations inside him kept making him groan in pleasure. His gaze was almost magically drawn to Sabine&#039;s center directly above him. But now Sabine seized control again. 
 Slowly she knelt down, took Jan&#039;s head between her thighs and then carefully and slowly lowered her crotch onto his face. 
 Jan on duty 
 From   Facesitting   jan had always dreamed of. He immediately opened his mouth and let his tongue advance. Apparently this game seemed to please Sabine too, as wet as she was. But slowly Jan also realized that he was running out of air. He gasped for air when Sabine lifted her pelvis and granted him fresh oxygen. 
 But only briefly, then the perfectly formed labia lowered back down onto his face. Jan licked as if there was no tomorrow. Again and again Sabine lifted her bottom briefly to give Jan air, but never for long. All too well Jan could handle his tongue. Sabine&#039;s pelvis twitched, she moaned and it just ran out of her. 
  With a cry it came to Sabine , who now rubbed her pelvis in circular motions over Jan&#039;s face. As her twitching subsided, Sabine gently slid off Jan. His whole face glistened in her pleasure. She grabbed an older pair of pantyhose which lay nearby and now knelt between Jan&#039;s legs herself, breathing heavily. A pressure on the wild boy and the vibrations became more demanding. 
  Jan acknowledged this change with a new moan . But now he could watch Sabine slowly pulling the  pantyhose  over his still erect penis. He trembled and moaned with pleasure. Then Sabine took hold of him courageously. Her cool fingers closed around Jan&#039;s best piece in the pantyhose and caressed it. The movements were powerful, demanding and so experienced. 
  The pantyhose on his skin , the vibrating toy inside him and the sight of Sabine in her open pantyhose were just too much for Jan. He gasped, moaned and poured out in twitching spurts into Sabine&#039;s hand and the pantyhose over his member. 
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                            <updated>2021-03-30T12:45:00+02:00</updated>
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