Only once we were in limo and on our way, did I notice that my wife had brought along a little PVC backpack. I was curious to learn what was in it, but she advised that I need to be patient and it will be well worth the wait. My wife also whispered in my ear that seeing me dressed up like a latex slut that had got her extremely turned on and that combined w...
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...
[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...
[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,...
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...
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...
Some might have called Lynn and Craig a mismatched couple. She was a few years older than him, the house was in her families name, and he was still finishing his graduate studies. They also didn't seem to share a lot of common interests. But amoung their circles of friends, they were considered about as happy and close as a couple could be, and had lived tog...