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Click hereJust then the shop door opened and I looked round to see another middle-aged lady enter the shop.
"Oh hello, Doris," said Maude, "I'll be with you in a minute if you'd like to look around."
"What do you mean, donation?" I asked, then wished I hadn't.
"Well, you gave me a donation just now, didn't you?" said Maude, smiling knowingly at me.
"I'm just ringing it through the till so you make the donation to the charity too."
I took out £30 and passed it to her.
"Thank you so much, and for such a generous donation." she lowered her voice a little: "Would you like to book in next week as one of my regular donors?" she looked through a diary, "I could take you at 3.15 on Wednesday afternoon if that was convenient."
My mind was reeling, but I agreed, not knowing what a regular donor was, but somehow longing to find out.
- COMMENTS
kriss4912almost 6 years agoStill after these many years and many reads this wonderful story excites and thrills me no end
A big thank you for this story and all your others xxx
Anonymousalmost 9 years agoAs someone who has as strong cardigan fetish and loves wearing ladies chunky button through cardigans, I find these stories very arousing
Anonymousover 12 years agoGreat beginning. The older woman and this young man's sweater fetish is a turn on.
It is how my mother seduced me years ago.
Anonymousabout 14 years agoA great mix of eroticism, sensuality and nostalgia with fantasy. Not exactly forced feminization, or even coerced - let's say co-opted. That wonderful force that allows us to be "made" to do what we want to do without admitting how much we wanted to. The mixing of "he" and "she" in reference to the cross dressing male characters is a great touch, as is the male character's realization that the aggressive women matter of factly refer to his genitals and performance somewhat impersonally. For those of us of a certain age, raised in cold climates when heat bills were watched, sweaters were a norm of dress, and for girls and ladies of the right build, incredible showcases of form - and the first gate to paradise. Please keep your imagination spinning, while I read your other stories, Maude.
Anonymousover 14 years agoHaving never considered wearing woman's clothing I found the description in this story interesting, and frankly arousing. I can't picture myself in that situation, but would love to try. I would love to read more experiences of this kind.
Jumper
TammiBadgerabout 17 years agoI liked the story. I hope Andrea comes back to buy heels and a wig. I'm glad she likes to eat cum. I bet she eats more and from different sources.
