[You can find my other stories under my original user name 130260] Lorna finished tying the lace of her brand new white plimsoll and lovingly stroked the smooth and gleaming white canvas with the lightest touch of her perfectly manicured fingertips. Until Steve had turned her on to the very special pleasure of wearing white plimsolls with white ankle socks,...
Author's Note Chapters 12 through 17 are the final chapters to "Donna's Ultra High Heels - Book 2" and will be sequentially submitted in both the Fetish and BDSM categories in the following order: Chapters 12, 14 and 17 in the Fetish category and chapters 13, 15, and 16 in the BDSM category. ***** Chapter 13 Ken and Donna arrived at the den from their u...
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....
Inspired by the song, "My Father" by Judy Collins. Thanks again to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her encouragement, advice, and of course, her editing. ***** My father always promised us that we would live in France. Oh, my sisters and I knew that it was a pipe dream. He was a coal miner in Ohio, and the closest we ever got to Europe was an ann...
To my Dearest Readers, Thank you kindly for your comments. Makes me feel appreciated. It's the reason I write, and the fuel for my drive. Let me soak it all in while I comfort my laptop, hoping she will work with me instead of against me. I'll light a cigarette and turn on some jams, and try to entertain you all. If you haven't read part one of this series,...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 6 – I'm going up to the country Emma's work as a ballet teacher running her own dance school meant that she worked long hours and could rarely take more than a couple of days off at any time, so the times when she could spend a few days with her parents on their farm in Wiltshire were very preciou...
Ashley worked in a bar on the high street. I guess you could have called the place a shithole, but there was something endearing about the place. Maybe it was because the drinks were so cheap, or maybe it was because Ashley and her friends were there to serve you almost every night. It certainly wasn't because of the decor or the clientele, who consisted mai...
November 12 1834 I am overjoyed, today Mr Van Wettering asked me to marry him, and at last I will be free of the oppressive restraint of my Uncle. Tomorrow he is going to ask my Uncle for my hand. I do so hope he says yes, as I don't think I could bear it to see the hope of release and then it be dashed away from me. November 13 1834 Oh joy, my Uncle has...
Becci checked their hotel room before leaving and paused as she recalled an earlier and more innocent time, shortly after her engagement. She was stopped in a line of traffic, lost in an erotic fantasy. Paul had blindfolded her and secured her wrists and ankles to their brass bed. She was entirely at his mercy while he performed the most amazing cunnilingus...
Joanne's heart missed a beat. The rumours were true. There it was in black and white on the notice board: Michael Hurst, internationally famous dancer, was going to be a guest star with the company for the next season. Everybody was excited, and all the talk between classes and rehearsals centred on Michael Hurst. At the age of 25 he'd suddenly taken the da...