He Wore Lingerie To Work
By Lacie
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The hardest part for all of these men is that they are typically married, family men. Men that haven't screwed around before, men that are loving and don't want a divorce or separation of any kind. They just want someone to share the fetish with, and if the wife is not into it, then they will simply bury the feelings until they cannot be ignored.
Today was his day. He walked out of the office right on his schedule. It was nearly lunch time and it would be easy to get out of the office for a few hours, claiming lunch and a meeting with a client. The entire drive seemed like a blur as his mind raced - today he would meet a friend. This person had shared intimate desires with him on the web, would the same happen when they met?
The motel was a typical budget type place. Not a chain, but not a total dive either. His heart raced as he closed the door to his car and locked it. Looking around as if he thought someone he knew might recognize him, though it was a remote possibility. Stepping into the lobby, he saw him right away. Nearly exactly what he thought of when he had the description. Nervous and nearly shaking, he approached and was met with a similarly excited but nervous person.
The chit chat was superficial. At best, it was a verbal confirmation that each was not a crazy person who intended to do anything that was not on the up and up.
Within moments, one asked if they should get a room. It was agreed and they made their way to the room they had ordered. Both men played it cool but were nervous. The door to the room opened and they entered. Locking it and leaving the outside world behind them - entering a fantasy world that had only existed online for so very long.
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