“Well, Cantor, I designed the teleport system. I did not tell everyone about all it could do. Which is why I shut it down after the accident.” Cantor floated closer, observing what Dreana was doing. “And I am done. There my floating friend. They will both arrive in a few moments. You and I will observe for a while to see what transpires. In the meantime, you can continue to fill in all the blank spaces over the past nine thousand years.” As a little kid, my favorite pair of pants was my pair of corduroy. I loved the texture of them and the sound they made rubbing together for some reason. Back then, they were boy’s pants and even men’s as I got older. Somewhere through that time, I learned to accept the fact that I also had a fetish for wearing women’s clothes simply because I felt naughty for doing something bad. I never l looked at it any other way than that. That’s the same reason why I also found a fetish in people pissing their jeans, especially women at that. The tighter the Hardcore pants were, the better you could see the sexy ass and even the pee drippling out from the cloth trying to escape. Jeans were lovely but corduroy was even better because the cloth soaked it right up. All of huge these kinks are what combined to turn me into a closet crossdresser that wore tight women’s corduroy pants and sometimes didn’t even mind buying them at the store for myself. I’d wear full women’s outfits to help enhance the naughty feeling and piss and cum my pants. Sometimes, I’d take video of it so I could masturbate to it later. I learned that I also didn’t mind an object in my ass as it was all happening to stimulate my hole. None of this gay was about being gay or straight as my favorite porn to watch was still lesbians in their jeans. It was all about just getting off and being a bad boy or girl. This is the back ground setting the scene to how I started a little orgy club back in college. Fast forward to my freshman year on campus. I was never thrilled by the idea of dorm rooms due to people always getting sick and the feeling of still being monitored by RA’s as if I was still living at home with my parents. I decided to rent an apartment near the campus and commute everywhere. As a result, this gave me my space to have alone time dressing as a girl and peeing my tight corduroys. I would do it once a day and take plenty of pictures and videos until it almost got lonely with no one to share this feeling with. It was hard enough to find someone who was into peeing themselves and even harder to find anyone into corduroy. My mindset finally changed when I realized I didn’t need a significant other to get off. I just needed someone with the same kink and no strings attached. One day after class, I began searching the internet for fetish sites to see what I could big find. As I narrowed my search down to a local scale, I actually found a site someone had created for the area, mainly for the college kids. I couldn’t have gotten luckier. The only problem was, it was such a big place with so many fetishes. Most of the corduroy fetish forums were gay men. Rather than just stick specifically to that forum, I posted to the public main frame about my turn ons as well as the corduroy specific forum. I anal did this anonymously in case anyone was weirded out and would able to recognize me on campus. If anyone messaged me about it, I would open up about who it was and how to meet up. - Will you obey me and huge behave well from now on? On the third day, The Holy Mother created wind… In Hatred’s book, it was the second day that had been changed, but it hadn’t been changed just once. And I gay can't handle being big laughed at. Instead of skin, they had thick, gnarled bark. Just go with the flow and you will come to know what is going on.” There were many questions in my mind but I didn’t dare to ask as per her instruction. Fortunately I was able to haul the hay over to the feeder before damn thing broke, I will need it by tomorrow though. In her comatose state Penny’s body responded naturally and was soon soaked and was moaning and thrashing gently about. These secondary vices weren’t as enjoyable as heroin, but were cheaper, more accessible and didn’t interfere with normal everyday life. She is stumbling drunk and in mood to argue. You ready?" And an assortment of ramen and other easy to fix foods for when I was traveling and not near a restaurant. His drooping morning wood became a rock-hard erection. I changed the subject. But a thing denied is often a thing elevated, and over time that little hole, so close and yet so anal far, had become a grail for me. Usually when we fucked I'd let a finger drift close to it, just graze the change in texture and brush against the puckered little hole. “The king has officially gotten married to the peasant girl.” Everything was ready! ‘Damn it,’ I thought, ‘here I thought that I would be able to do this’. As I pulled the Hardcore blue top on I realised that it was mesh and so thin that I could see everything through it.