Generous lover leaves me panting for more!

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I’M a divorcee in my early 30s and since my husband left me I haven’t done a lot of socialising.

But a neighbour recently encouraged me to get out more, so I started going out to pubs and clubs.

It was on one of these nights out that I met a man and we hit it off from the beginning, even though I was a bit cautious when it came to sex.

But after a dinner out and a few drinks I invited him back to my house where we had a few more drinks and then began to get intimate on the sofa.

His foreplay was amazing, truly wonderful. He teased me with his fingers and then his agile tongue played against my love-bean until I was begging him to enter me.

He thrust deeply, making me squeal with delight. And when we reached orgasm he was so big and hard I felt the whole of me being filled.

Afterwards he apologised for not being able to stay and I was a bit suspicious, thinking he must be married or something.

When I cleared up my clothes I was puzzled when I couldn’t find the lacy black panties I’d been wearing.

The next time he came round was about a week later and this time, after a trip to the cinema, we came back and took things more leisurely, undressing each other in the dim light of the bedside lamp.

I was already naked when I knelt down to undo and drop his trousers.

Underneath, to my shock, he was wearing my knickers, stretched to the limit by his enormous erection.

He laughed and confessed he wore them to remind him of our first evening together.

I laughed and got over my initial shock and we went on to have the most wonderful sex.

Again he showed himself to be a master of bringing me to the brink of climax over and over, and by the time he put his handsome tool between my swollen love-lips I was swiftly in the throes of a massive multiple orgasm.

A few days later we met again and this time I pressed him to show me his home.

He seemed a bit reluctant and again my suspicions were aroused like before.

But they eased when he finally agreed.

It turns out he lives in a very well-kept apartment which he bought after splitting with his ex-wife.

His bedroom was lovely but I could not help but notice a partly-open drawer and inside were about TWENTY pairs of silky smalls!

When I confronted him he admitted he liked to keep and wear mementos of past lovers.

Now I feel I could be discarded just as easily as those knickers. Am I worrying too much?

AC, Dorset

Ashleigh says…

HE seems to have quite a harmless little fetish. See how things go.