As I stand in the bedroom, my body still slightly wet from the shower, I look through my underwear drawer. What to wear this week? My cock slowly fill... with blood as I let my eyes wander over and my fingers caress the smooth nylon and lace of the collection of panties and stockings, pairing them with basques, bodices and girdles, seeing how certain combinations look with suspender belts and frilly garters! By the time I've decided on the combination, my cock is fully aroused, and it takes all. Heading for the door, Daphne could hear the start of her conversation. “Mallory? Are you in your room yet?” ---“I did it. I did it.” Holly kept repeating to herself as walked back to her dorm. “It doesn’t matter what she says. At least I asked.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she turned the corner, nearly running into Valerie’s hulking form. “Whoa! Sorry!” She stumbled back.“Whoa there.” Valerie’s eyes widened. “What’re you so dressed up? Not gonna lie. You’re looking ten times more fuckable. It was something else. He could feel it inside his body, a peace that permeated his core. The idea of sex as a luxury, no different than wine or cigarettes, was wrong. Sex was a means of expressing affection, it was love, joy, trust, all of those things. He didn’t need it to survive, didn’t crave it as a means of holding power. Just like a married couple, the sex he had with all these women was an expression of their bond, something that brought them closer. Yet, because it was with so many. " You followed me into tI musky, dim locker room. Towels lay s**ttered, moisture hung in the air from the recently used showers. I straddled a bench and you sat beside me. "Your first visit to a boys locker room?" I asked. You shook your head, "No, but its been many years since I was in one. It's just as I remember." I moved a little closer so that my chest brushed your side. "I always enjoyed bringing girls into the locker rooms after a game." "I bet you did." you grinned wickedly. "And.