[Anyone can use and adapt this idea if they want to make it. But please keep the title so I can find it if you post it on a video sharing site. And please can the model wear the outfit as described, with either brand new plain white canvas plimsolls/sneakers (Keds Oxford Champions are especially nice) or white satin ballet shoes with ribbons tied in proper b...
(A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Chapter 1. Steve Haslam winced as he bent his bruised and aching body to unlace his mud-caked football boots and ease them off his swollen feet. He felt exhausted but well satisfied having scored an injury time equaliser in a hard fought two-all draw with their neighbouring local league rivals who were only a...
"Hahahahaha, aw, man! The looks on your face were priceless! Hehe, you looked like you were about to lose your mind!" Delilah says, laughing. She leans on Mac's shoulder as she grabs her stomach, highly amused at Mac's earlier struggle in the final period at school. They are now walking home to their block, which was about a good 15 minutes away. The sun st...
Synopsis Steve and Lorna recall how they found each other through their mutual desire to have sex while tied up and gagged, their mutual love of wearing ballet clothing and ballet shoes, and their mutual fetish for white plimsolls and ankle socks, and how they realised that their desires and fetishes were the keys to deeper understanding of each other, and...
Nice time of the month - or -- The best a girl can get (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Lorna, like any other woman, did not look forward to her 'time of the month'. But she did look forward all month to her 'Nice Time of the Month'. It was several years since she first decided out of excitedly embarrassed curiosity to shave herself 'Down...
Kate was busy with her studies that night and well into the next afternoon. But an hour or so after lunch she could focus no longer on her books, and finally lay down her efforts to keep Seth off her mind. His bare skin had felt so wonderful against hers, and she knew now he was just stringing her along but she didn't care. She was enjoying the game, she kne...
The grey stone building stood before Cassandra rather uninterestingly, the mock Tudor fronting grayed to some extent by years of pollution. The black paint on the door was pealing slightly. Irony had taken its turn, placing it at 23 Acacia Avenue, next to the mythical whore of Iron maiden fame. The numbers were faintly unaligned, leaning away from each other...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 8 -- And all because the lady loves ... Emma's job as a ballet teacher and mine in the City take a lot out of us, so there are some evenings when, however much our spirits are willing, our bodies just aren't up for sex. On one such evening we were relaxing with a refreshing glass of chilled Pinot...
A Note For My Readers, This story is pure fabrication of my fucked up mind, written on my equally, if not more so, fucked up Dell laptop. Now, my usual type writing style isn't that of a "quicky" to get you to cum as quick as possible. I try to involve a bit of depth and actually have as much of a story/plot as the sex involved. In fact this part doesn't h...
It was a long time before the whole story came out. The story, oft-clad in rumour and half-truth, of a minor disaster on a little-known stage. It was a story that became a cause célèbre for the proponents of Health & Safety. It is true that Questions Were Asked about the curious earth tremor. It is true that the dancer, Michael Michaelov (whom I knew as Mi...