Amazing lover has a pants obsession
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I AM an attractive divorcee in my early 30s. Since my husband left I hardly go out, but a friend encouraged me to socialise more. It was on a night at my local social club that I met my man. We hit it off from the beginning, although I was a bit cautious when it came to sex. But after a lovely dinner and a few drinks, I invited him back to my place. His foreplay was wonderful. He teased me with his fingers and then his agile tongue played against my clitoris until I was begging him to enter me.
He thrust deeply inside me, making me squeal with delight, and I watched with ever increasing ecstasy his big cock sliding in and out of me.
And when we reached orgasm he was so big and hard I felt the whole of me being filled.
Afterwards we lay in each other’s arms, then he apologised for not being able to stay.
I was a bit suspicious, thinking maybe he was married.
When I cleared up the clothes I’d left behind, I was puzzled when I couldn’t find my panties but decided it was nothing to worry about.
The next time he came round we took things more leisurely, undressing each other in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
I was already naked as I came to lower his trousers. Underneath, to my shock, he was wearing my knickers, stretched to the limit by the most enormous erection.
He laughed and said he wore them to remind him of me, but again I was left feeling slightly uneasy.
That soon passed as he again softened me up with his amazing foreplay.
He gently nibbled on my erect nipples before easing his tongue all the way down my body to tease my aching fanny.
Finally, he raised my legs high in the air and thrust hard into me.
We had the most wonderful sex and he brought me to the brink of climax over and over.
A few days later we met again and this time I pressed him to show me his home.
He seemed a bit reticent but he agreed. He lives in a very well-kept apartment which he bought after splitting with his own wife.
In his bedroom I could not help but notice a partly open drawer and inside were about 20 pairs of silky smalls.
When I confronted him, he admitted that he liked to keep and wear mementos of past lovers.
Now I feel I could be discarded just as easily. Am I worrying too much?
I WOULDN’T worry. He obviously loves his women and just has a harmless little fetish.
I’M a plumber and I’ve lost count of the women who’ve offered me sex in their homes.
For some reason they seem obsessed with my tools and can’t wait to get hold of my plunger.
One woman asked to be taken from behind with a loo seat over her head and another took an unhealthy interest in a U-bend.
But now I’m a little bit more choosy about whose waterworks I check.
Generally, birds in posh houses are the most horny. They often have a lot of time on their hands as their husbands work long hours.
I remember installing a bath for a woman in a select area of town.
Within minutes she reached into my sack and started playing with my pipe.
I took the gorgeous blonde from behind, had my dick sucked, and then watched her masturbate with the plunger.
On another occasion I went to a house to plumb in a washer when I was greeted by two sexy brunettes in their 30s.
It wasn’t long before I was shagging one doggy-style while the other licked her mate out.
My job is the best. Do you agree? WF, Dorset
YES. But be careful you don’t wear out that plunger!