The morning rush had already been hectic, and squeezing through a throng of people equally hell bent on making the same train, to the same station, at the same time; Amy Lynn Steele felt glad to just have a seat as she plunked herself down on the hard plastic and watched the outskirts of Boston zip past. She had done it now for the past sixty five days, and...
Mary sat and waited for her husband of three years to return from work. She had a special treat in store for him tonight. Her husband Frank had a foot fetish and it wasn’t easy for Mary to play his games. She wanted to try and had tried several times in the past, but Frank liked humiliation with his feet and it was hard to give him what he wanted. She always...
Part 3: A Pleasure Interlude. Behind the door was a room with a couch whose right armrest was raised in the manner of a chaise lounge, so that you could lean back very comfortably when you put your feet up. To the left stood a small round table, the central column of which ended in three curved legs. There was a bowl with some fruits on the table. Next to t...
Carmen Electra hosted this special on Fox the other night and she was wearing these tight leather pants and open toed high heels. The look absolutely ruined me that I had to write a fantasy story about me and her and below is what I wrote. God I was in heaven. Somehow my dad had got an extra ticket to a special that Carmen Electra was hosting. I sat there...
From the author: I welcome your comments and suggestions for other experiences I should try and perhaps write about here. Are there any other women who enjoy this type of exhibitionism and public sexual activity? ***** My husband insists that I always dress as bare as possible when we go out together. Beginning late in the spring, I made sure that I was a...
This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
A month went by with nothing as simple as a phone call. Of course she hadn't called, considering Kelsi never had my number to begin with. All I had was her number, which I felt very reluctant for so long to call myself. That night left me bitter and confused. It consumed me quite honestly, haunting my mind on a daily basis as to what had happened. Kelsi had...
I stared at the woman sitting across the food-court, her feet up on the chair and soles facing me. "My god, I'd lick those soles for hours," I moaned, half under my breath, half to my wife. I had always been a foot lover, and never really hid my arousal when seeing a gorgeous foot. I loved my wife, and would never fuck another woman till the day I died, but...
This is the first story of a series, but not the first in chronological order. It's the first I write, and it remains somewhat unique in the panorama of our experiences. It's the adaptation of one of the entries of my private diary, which I decided to turn into a story as part of a larger project that would see the diary gradually translated into a narrative...
The lot at Sta Caridad Toyota was eerily quiet. There was a large sign hanging on the door, stating that they were closed "for essential maintenance". The orange desert sun flamed back at Parker from the glass frontage. It was impossible to see if anyone was inside. In vain Parker pressed her petite nose against the glass of the front door. She could make ou...