1. My First Fetish


    Date: 5/3/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Lactation, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Author: oldsteve, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    “Oh, poor man, you must be tired; see you next visit” and a final dig of her tongue, and Tu – my wife’s lesbian lover - left me alone, and it must have been my wife who then latched the screen door – but she didn’t kiss or touch me, just stepped heavily back up the stairs. I woke when my wife unlatched the door in the morning to go to work; she glanced at my opening eyes, said “sorry” quietly, and left. What a wonderful sleep, I thought, lying there for just a minute before rising with unremembered energy for this new day. I had a shower, shaved, and made a café, and while putting that in the microwave, remembered the washing, closed the lid and restarted the cycle, smiling in memory – ‘I hope Tu brings her panties for washing every day’, I joked to myself. My neighbor girl came in for comfort, a sobbing story of her Father running off with a friend of his daughter; I comforted her, nothing more this morning. My washing machine’s musical jingle signified it was finished, and that roused Katie; “I needed to tell you, Steve, but now I need go back to my Mum and help her tell my brother when he wakes up.” She held me tightly, kissed my lips fully, and said “I love you, my man-lover” and I brushed her hair from falling over her face as I said “I love you just the same, my lady-lover; anytime, for anything, I am here for you.” Katie left with the barest smile showing through, and I went to pull out the washing to hang outside. When I put Tu’s bra over the drying rack rail, I ...
    checked to make sure all my spunk had been thoroughly cleaned out, and her panties the same; my cock twitched at the recollection of her pungent, intoxicating body smells. I put out the remainder, put the rack for the early morning sun, the basket back in the washing area, and took my first morning can of beer from the fridge, and sat down to watch the early edition of BBC News. Then it was more beer as I watched 2 drama series I liked on BBC Entertainment, then checked my emails and Facebook, added some pages to my current story project – my life felt normal on this new day, back into routine.; soon I would make some food, drink more beer, feel tired, and lie down for a nap: all normal and as it had been every day for a long time. ‘What time are you coming around”’ asked Mong’s text message, the young woman expecting me and expecting a fuck. Should I; I want to; no, I shouldn’t; my cock showed no strong feelings, so I combined a feeling of normalcy on this day, even contentment, with my feelings for Katie, and messaged back: ‘Can’t come Mong; Katie has problems, she needs me at home; another time.’ In the inimitable style of Mong when upset, her answer was concise: ‘fuck you!’ I smiled, ignored her, and carried on with my day, making a salad and tuna sandwich for lunch, adding some items for my next supermarket shopping trip, and sat down on my sofa chair to look at a movie, knowing I’d soon feel too tired to watch the end anyway. A body pressed against me, on my bed, disturbing ...
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