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I was recently watching a you tube video of an interview with the group pop group ABBA, early on in their careers, and especially the two girls, Agnatha and Anni-Frid, who were wearing very tight and revealing black Lycra legging type slacks, the dark haired one in particular with, what I thought was a quite pronounced camel toe. This set my mind back, to a day trip I’d made with Sandra, a divorcee I was having an affair with, to Worcester and what she’d wore that day. That particular weekend I was staying over at Sandra’s place, rather than going home to my wife and after the usual obligato… 阅读更多内容

Surprisingly for me, I do remember this particular day that I’m about to relate to you and what happened, quite well. It must have been the late eighties, as at that time I was selling laminating machinery, and I’d secured a big order from a company in Redditch, south of Birmingham. I can remember that the owner was a lovely chap called Alan whose wife looked like a well known TV actress, famous for being the barmaid in coronation street! She’d dressed like her too, very short mini skirt with long, stocking encased, legs and I’m bloody convinced that she was trying it on with me as every time… 阅读更多内容

I was recently having a lovely wank over a sexy story I was reading, regarding sex with lorry drivers and I suddenly remembered that I’d participated in something very similar, years ago. My memories of the event were and still are a little bit vague but you’ll understand why, as my reminiscence unfolds. Mr Vaughn, who ‘sort” of ran a corner shop at the end of our road, used to sell fresh eggs, which he used to get from a farm, down near Shepton Mallet in Somerset. He’d go down there once a week, usually on a Wednesday afternoon, in his shiny green Morris traveller and, especially in the summ… 阅读更多内容

I well remember that it was quite early on in my ‘education’ with Mr Vaughn that I went to the cinema with him and his friend Mr Johnson.  I’d only just started going to his house with Barry after scouts on a Monday night and my evening there had mostly consisted of Mr Vaughn playing with mine and Barry’s cocks, wanking his cock and him watching me wank and suck Barry off. The cinema trip was a treat, he told me, and that I’d enjoy the film but I wasn’t to tell my mum or dad, as it was for big boys only!!   The cinema was in the central area, just off the Old Market area and was… 阅读更多内容

This story relates to a trip I made to London with Mr Vaughn, Mr Manning and his wife Margaret. It must have been the late sixties when Mr Manning, who’d been in the RAF during the war had been invited to London, to be involved with a museum, the RAF were opening around that time, in Hendon. We must have looked a bit of an odd quartet as we boarded the Ambassador coach in Bristol, for the journey up to the smoke, insomuch as that I was much younger than my other travelling companions, quite a bit in fact. Mr Vaughn was always usually smart and on this occasion he certainly was, as was Mr Mann… 阅读更多内容

Having mentioned, in my last story, about whoring in the north with the sexy Sandra, especially regarding our trips to the red light area in Middlesbrough, I thought I’d relate a few more experiences regarding our time in the Leeds area . When the factory, where we both worked, in the south west closed, it was decided that the product would now be manufactured in the Newcastle, but, for various reasons it was temporarily located to Leeds, which is how we came to be there. I’ve talked about Sandra, a lot, in my reminiscences but I’ll quickly do a recap. Stunningly gorgeous, late forties, earl… 阅读更多内容

After mentioning in my last story of my reminiscences of visiting the Middlesbrough red light area, with Sandra, I thought I’d better elaborate a bit more. During our time in Newcastle we probably went down to the red light area in Middlesbrough, certainly more than a dozen times, probably more like twenty times, mostly on a Wednesday or Thursday night and only, really during the summer months. Sandra was very aware of my penchant for prostitutes, either just looking at them or using them, as long as I used a rubber and had accompanied me, in the past, to the red light areas of Bristol and t… 阅读更多内容

This story is pretty well one hundred percent true although, for obvious reasons I have changed the names of most of the participants and might have been a bit vague in some of the locations as well xx enjoy It was probably around the late eighties when the company I worked for was taken over by a company based in the north east of England and the decision made, to relocate the manufacturing process, to that area. Several key personnel were requested and selected to accompany the company’s product north, which included myself and a woman called Sandra, who I’d recently started an illicit aff… 阅读更多内容

We usually met, outside a little church, in a little village, just off the A46 every other Friday. Our Friday trysts invariably followed the same pattern, usually without exception. We’d meet about midday and Annabelle, definitely NOT her real name, I hasten to add, usually arrived after me. I always arrive dressed, certainly in the summer, in my favourite pink bodycon dress (see pics of me wearing it in my pics), sometimes tan holdups, a pair of knickers, red wig, false boobs and loads of makeup. Annabelle always liked me to look a bit tarty, well actually a lot tarty!!! And I always liked to… 阅读更多内容

Rolling on from my reminiscences regarding my relationship with the dirty pervert, Mr Vaughn, I can remember going to Birmingham with him, Margaret, Arthur’s wife and the even more dirty and perverted, Mr Manning, not long after my first foray into cross dressing and the party that followed. One of the women, at the party had been a woman called Chrissy, from Birmingham, who it transpired had been invited down to Bristol by another one off Mr Vaughn’s dirty friends and also that she was on the game, a prostitute. She’d had such a good time that she asked Mr Vaughn if he fancied coming up to B… 阅读更多内容

When I think back about it now, all those years ago, it always seemed to involve that dirty little fucker, Mr Vaughn. So called Sexual education, depravity in all shapes and forms and utter filth, his fingers or cock were usually involved in some way. My formative beginnings in cross dressing and being abused and used by other men, was one example that springs to mind. Yes, Mr Vaughn knew I didn’t mind wearing the odd gym slip or camisole when I’d wank or suck his cock off, he knew I used to go to my friends Barry’s house after school for the pair of us to wank each other off looking at the ‘… 阅读更多内容

I was recently talking to another ‘hamster’ about my complicated sex life, well not now, but about ten or fifteen years ago. You’ll have to bear with me on this as it takes a bit of following, but hang on in there. Firstly I was married, well I still am although, as I worked away at that time we could lead fairly separate lives. I was lucky if I saw my wife more than once or twice, for a long weekend, every couple of months. Most of the time, when I wasn’t working away, or at least the time my wife thought I was, I stayed and slept with Sandra who, if you’ve read any other of my reminiscence… 阅读更多内容

I’d known Debbie (not her real name, I hasten to add!!) for about four or five years and our relationship had grown, over that time into one of a very close sexual and emotional one, in fact id go as much as to say I was madly in love with her. I was also, during this period, also having an ‘affair’ with a divorced woman I worked with called Sandra who knew of my crossdressing desires and also my meets with Debbie. It was a bit different with Sandra insomuch as that I was very fond of her but it was definitely more of sexual ‘arrangement’. She just couldn’t get enough sex and I was happy to ob… 阅读更多内容

If you’ve previously read any of my reminiscences you’ll be well aware of the long term affair I had with a woman I worked with, called Sandra. She was ‘basically’ sex on legs (gorgeous long legs too!) and also a raving nymphomaniac, she just couldn’t get enough sex, which, at the time I certainly wasn’t complaining about. Her daughter, Sarah wasn’t much better (or worse, which ever way you look at it) sex wise and as good looking as her mother, who was more than happy for me to have a ‘dabble’ in her tight pussy if I fancied something a bit, well a lot actually, younger. I didn’t realise it… 阅读更多内容

If I remember rightly, the summer and autumn of 2010 was exceptional and one particular meet that I had during that glorious summer sticks in my mind. I’d arranged to meet Debbie, over the Severn bridge, in a lay-by on the A48, to the north of Chepstow, in the late afternoon. The midday heat had now subsided and it was now a beautiful temperature. I always try to dress a little tarty and today was no exception as I had on my favourite pink summer body con mini dress, just a black bra, a thong and, probably, sillily, quite highish red heels, but I did feel good!! I didn’t have to wait long fo… 阅读更多内容

A whore/ slut contract Details of Contract Rule one The ‘slut/whore’ will be required to be in ‘feminine mode’ 24/7. There would be NO exceptions to this rule. The ‘slut’ will obey to the best of her ability, and to devote herself entirely to the pleasure and desires of her Mistress. The ‘slut’ will also renounce all rights to her own pleasure, comfort, or gratification except insofar as permitted by her Mistress. The Mistress will be considerate in allowing the ‘slut’ some pleasure, if earned, however. Rule one (Subsection one) The ‘slut’ will be allowed a maximum of one hour morning an… 阅读更多内容

If you’ve read my story of reminisces regarding my ‘crossdressing affair’ you’ll know all about Sandra and our sexy adventures. If you haven’t I suggest you read it before delving into this story !!! Sandra was in her early fifties, very attractive and divorced with two daughters, one about twenty five and the other a couple of years younger and both, like her mother, very attractive. Sandra was sex on legs, couldn’t get enough cock and was, basically, a raving nymphomaniac. She was literally up for anything in the sex stakes as I found out when we were ‘thrust’ together when the firm we were… 阅读更多内容

After writing my last story, again reminiscing about my youth and sex in the park, I got thinking a bit more about the members of our ‘gang’ and in particular the girl members. Of course we’re talking the late fifties and early sixties when the ‘baby boomers’ as we were called were becoming *********, so there were a lot of us. I suppose there were between twenty and thirty of us in our gang, meeting most sultry summer nights, on the grass, alongside the bowling green in the local park and divided pretty equally between boys and girls. Of the dozen or so girls there were those who ‘did’ and t… 阅读更多内容

If you’ve read my stories of my youth and reminiscing regarding ‘watching sex in the park’ you will have a good idea of the scenarios and the goings on!! If you’ve not, I suggest you read it first xxx I’d forgotten all about this part of going to the park and It all came back to me the other day. There was a woman and I say woman as she was a lot older than us lads, I’d say in her late twenties or early thirties who used to join ‘our’ gang in the park some evenings, especially in the summer, when we’d gather around a transistor radio listening to Radio Luxembourg. She wasn’t bad looking, pr… 阅读更多内容

A couple of months after I’d returned from my sexy London trip (see sexy London post) with mr Vaughn he, once again, talked me and my parents into another weekend away, supposedly at yet ‘another’ brothers house down in the New Forest, near Ringwood, promising a trip to Portsmouth and the seaside. He’d also told my parents and myself that his sister in law, Janet, from London would be joining us too with, as it turned out, her fictitious son, who was supposedly the same age as me. Of course it turned out, apart from the bit about Janet joining us, to be a load of lies but I sort of knew that… 阅读更多内容