Just like the previous day she made me wait until she returned home from work before continuing on explaining how her weekend went. I think she likes torturing me. Again I lay her back rubbing her feet and ankles after watching her remove her bra from under her black sweater. I undo her black slacks, and wait to hear her begin. She proceeds to tell me that...
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Friday, February 6 A dinging sound startled me from slumber this morning. I blinked to focus my vision and found myself unsure of my surroundings. However, I soon realized I was sprawled across my computer desk....
Saturday 24th May 2003 Well today was a shoe delight. My sister took our daughters Daisy 3 (hers) and Holly 6 (mine) to the matinee ballet, a production especially for children, Saddlers Wells Theatre, Angel Islington. It was their belated Easter treat. My brother drove them up and I tagged along as my bro' and I were going to 'do lunch darling' whilst we w...
I've always been a big fan of older women. Big time. Lovely curvy, attractive, sexy older women. I don't know but it's something about the way some of them walk and carry themselves. Often I don't think they know they're doing it. Other times I do. I cant take my eyes off them, They don’t have to be beautiful or anything either. They don’t have to try. They...
Author's Note: This is the first story I have ever written, and I originally submitted it on another site. I wrote it when I was supposed to be studying for my exams. So.. yeah, I was half crazy on 5 cups of coffee when I wrote it. Anyways, let me know what you think about it. ***** Tap... Tap... Tap... The droplets materialize out of the faucet splattin...
Chapter 1 -- The Origin By this point in her life, Jessie had figured out that she had a foot fetish and it only grew stronger every weekend. Ever since last summer, she had been using her best friend Cassie as an outlet for her perverted fetish. During the weekends she awoke like clockwork in the dead of night, sometime after the witching hour, finding her...
Chapter 3 – The First Fall The summer went by very quickly in one way, and that was the great times that Bill and I shared that summer. I did not want it to end, the boys were out of school and home all day, the summer vacation to the lake for two weeks was one of the best ever, and I felt so alive and aware of what was happening in my life. I had so many m...
Nearly two years ago I took the overland train from London Bridge to Charing Cross to meet a married friend with whom I was having an on/off fling. It was a very hot, sunny late-afternoon, and I managed to grab one of the few remaining seats in the packed carriage. It was in the middle of a row, and opposite and just to my right was a pretty, petite, black-h...
He had been my Master for nearly a year. I cannot say exactly why I so enjoyed the humiliation, the torment and the pain that he made me endure. But I did. Very much. My feeling for him was like an addiction. Many times I thought, “I’ve had enough. I can’t stand this. This is the last time.” But I always came back. I needed him. And he knew, and he used that...
At first, Maya couldn't believe her eyes. She ran her fingers through her hair, seeking reassurance, and it was as long and silky as ever. It was real. Somehow, she had managed it this time. She was a magician. Magic or not, she still had to go to school. She put some clothes on, confident she would be able to protect herself. Her grandmother had taught her...