[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 2 – If a picture paints a thousand words Spring segued into summer. I was working hard and playing hard and in many ways I was having the best summer I'd known for quite a few years. I started the cricket season in top form and stayed there, consistently averaging over 60 with the bat and below 19...
This is the third chapter in the story of my submission to my wife for punishment for failure to control my orgasm. My full offer of punishment for my transgression is fully set out in the first chapter for your reference. Each part of this story is true and is told as it actually occurred. As with the previous chapters, my wife told me to let the readers kn...
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...
God, I hate tights!!! Come to think of it, I hate tights almost as much as I hate God... but that's another story. 'Pantyhose' my American friends call them; at least that name is as ugly as the garment itself which must have been invented by a man to torture women. Men do that a lot... mammograms; cervical smears; bras. Though come to think of it, almost ev...
Chapter 8A -- Don't you look back? My final gasp of sated pleasure mingled with Emma's muffled sigh of deep delight as I slowly withdrew from her and lifted myself to rest on my knees beside her. I turned her over onto her stomach and undid the knot of the brightly patterned headscarf that I had tied tightly around her mouth and head to gag her. As I began...
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...
My wife's control over me insures that I have no secrets from her no matter how depraved my hidden desires. This is the third in a series in which I confess my past experiences as a panty thieving college cross dresser. I have changed some of the names, but the rest of the confessions are, sadly, true. Please read the first two installments for context. *...
[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,...
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...
Chapter 4 - ... And getting to like you It was frustrating to have to endure another week before being able to be with Emma again; but we kept in touch daily by phone, text and email. One thing I especially looked forward to every day was her sending me another erotic photo of herself wearing plimsolls. My special favourite was one of her wearing a pair of...