[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 11 -- What a difference a year makes. When we first met and told each other of how we had acquired our shared fetish for plimsolls we discovered that a common item in our stories was a white tennis dress: Bryony's in my case and Lucinda's in Emma's. So we agreed that on our first anniversary we wo...
The following story is based on the Bevington Academy captions written by ;) The Bevington Academy Files: Danielle Grant: Chapter 1 I worked for the FBI for 5 years and never once was i offered an opportunity for promotion until director McTeer came to me one day telling me i've been assigned to a mission of great importance to the bureau. He told me of a...
François Renard was a stagehand and handyman at the theater of the Ballet De Paris. He was a huge man, almost seven feet tall with wide shoulders and hands large and strong enough to crush a coconut, but he was very gentle giant. Most of those who saw him thought he was slow witted because he seldom spoke. Also he had a foolish smile which came out any time...
Welcome to Liberty Girl & Onyx. For this CYOA you will be given the option of following one of two characters. Ashley Wilson AKA Liberty Girl: The heroine of Ultra City, Ashley Wilson a geologist who was granted superhuman abilities after being exposed to mysterious meteorite. Her powers include super strength, speed, heat vision, x-ray vision, invulnera...
The next day thoughts of Corinne littered Noel's mind. Who was this girl, he thought to himself. At a glance he thought her knew exactly what she entailed. Though what happened in the parking lot, proved to be much different. Corinne was like a two way mirror, only one aspect of her shown clearly. The other, hidden in the shadows—but ultimately still there....
Moving in while the elevator was being fixed would usually be an omen for her, but she was two excited that she was getting the last of her things up to her new place. The walk up the stairs couldn't bruise her excitement. The last bit of kitchenware and then everything things would be in her place. She could repeat that phrase in her head over and over agai...
"...You're like voodoo honey, all silver and gold. Why don't you tell me my future? Why don't I sell you my soul?" boomed out against the thudding beat. The MDMA coursed through me, catching the pulse and heightening every sense. Stood on the balcony I looked down across the dance floor. God it felt amazing! Clad in tight black rubber and corset, my whole...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 7 -- Saturday night spice It was Friday evening. As I'd had to work late, Emma had come up to town after taking her adult beginners' ballet class to meet me at my office. She looked gorgeous as always. After several weeks of warmer weather it was becoming cooler so she was wearing a black leather...
It turned out to be a wonderful evening. My date was a perfect gentleman, as usual - opening doors for me, pulling out my chair at the restaurant. He even stopped a street vendor on the way out of the concert hall to buy me roses. I felt a little guilty about the way I had teased and tormented him earlier. As he pushed in my chair, my dress rode up my thi...
Vibrant jazz chords tumbled out into the streets to the welcoming joy of the Quarter's nightly tourists. The Dancer had been there for years, a steady fixture of the artiste crowd around Jackson Square. She was a loner by design, her nights filled with watching and waiting. It had become a rather bland existence. Few would say, she was past her prime, but...