Intellectually, I can understand it all. Over the years, throughenvironment or DNA or exposure, I have developed a fetish for women'sfinery. Soon, I f...ar, it will boil over, and I'll be in a drag club, orI'll walk out of our bedroom in a dress.My hair is growing. I hate to get it cut. I would love to have it curledand highlighted. I imagine walking through my office, and having thewomen point and the men laugh. I imagine lipstick. I imagine fingernailpolish. I imagine pantyhose. I think about. ”, she laughed. “Well let’s see what we can do about that.”, I answered. Lexie began to move back and forth on me slowly her eyes locked on mine. I reached up and grabbed her hips holding them firmly in my hands. Lexie leaned back slightly and put her hand between her thighs and started to rub her clit never breaking eye contact with me. “I love to be your dirty little whore.”, she moaned, her finger working its magic. “Do you now?”, I asked. “Fucking right baby…… no one can make me cum the way. ” Jake stopped, suddenly realizing he could seriously insult this immortal goddess. “It makes you feel ... too warm and friendly.”She hadn’t really noticed. Yes, she was feeling very friendly. And warm. How did he know?“I’ve cleaned rabbits, and helped clean deer,” Annalisa murmured. “There is always a neat little hole where they were shot. When I lived on earth, we used the ‘deba’ and ‘supea’ to kill people. They were blades, but in a novice’s hand they could be quite messy. Bullet holes are. Good grades, good at sports, and still a virgin. Her family was wrong.When Nikki was 16, she got sick of saving her cherry for whoever she was gonna marry. So when her parents were at dinner, she got a turkey baster from the kitchen and locked herself in the bathroom.She stripped her clothes off and stood in front of the mirror on the bathroom wall. She watched as she put the baster to her pink slit, and pushed it in. She gasped. She had fingered herself before, but this was way better. She.