I'm just your average middle aged bisexual guy who likes to wear his wife's underwear. All seems perfectly normal to me! I write these stories for the enjoyment of doing it, and I hope that you like them too and will leave a comment. I share with you something that I just had to get off my chest in response to comments left on one of my stories. Some things just get under your skin! ;) Dear Anonymous, I am pleased and flattered in equal measure that you decided to read a couple of chapters of this story but rather puzzled at your motivation because reading it only seemed to cause you anguish and upset. I fear you may be happier in a different section of the archive where such dark deeds - humiliation, feminisation, homosexuality, infidelity and the like - don't go on. You and another anonymous contributor each asked at various times if I thought it likely that Sally would behave in the way I have described implying criticism for a departure from reality. Of course I don?t think that. But then you seem to have forgotten that Sally doesn?t exists. She isn?t even based on anyone who exists. She, Mark, Jack and Lucy are nothing more than figments of my imagination and they each do very strange things that I wouldn?t expect anyone who actually lives and breathes to do. Nothing that happens in the whole story, from the first visit to an underwear store in London to the final act of the party at Mark and Lucy?s house is in any way likely. I am not here writing things that are likely - I am writing erotica which is grounded entirely in the realms of fantasy. Nevertheless, thank you for your valuable, constructive and anonymous criticism. It is always a pleasure to take advice from someone of your clear prowess in the field of writing erotic fiction. Best wishes, JustPeekin | 
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