FYI: This is a true story about me indulging my foot fetish in the way I wanted for the first time. I love feet, especially the teachers at my colleges my favourite teacher was Miss Clarke, biology teacher. Every day she wore black flats with no socks; they looked pretty rundown so I can imagine they smelled divine. She would always slip her feet out of her...
7:28 p.m. Mac shifts in his beanbag as he plays online on his PS4, listening to the trash-talking players he is up against. Normally, an online session of Tekken 7 would have him in gamer mode, but this time, it is merely a concept of killing time until his 8:00 destination to Delilah's house. Mac constantly looks at his cell phone to check the clock, but...
Chapter 19 My Way or the Highway You can imagine that I was in a bit of a daze for the rest of the day. Susan allowed me space and time and disappeared out shopping late afternoon. I sat and watched the other tenants. As much as I had told Art and Darren that I would tell them who should stay and who should go, I realised that it was not very fair on the te...
I was back on the train Sunday night and back at my desk on the Monday morning. Over coffee I got the opportunity to talk to Barbara and told her that by Wednesday we would have a proposal that Art was working on and that we would all be here Friday evening. From the course point of view, the week was fascinating. While there was a lot of Political Correct...
Hi, we are a group of lads living in Redditch England the following story is true. We first met Jenny a few months ago where she works for a housing organisation, I had two places to let and as apart of Jenny's job she has to check them out and agree to us renting them out through her employer. She came along one afternoon to the flats above a row of shops...
"Um... could you repeat that, Delilah?" Mac says as he make his way to Delilah's black love seat, the back of it settled comfortably against the foot of her bed. As he sits down on its left side, the cushion absorbs and adapts to him with ease, providing extreme comfort. Delilah smiles as she makes her way past Mac, taking the right side of the couch. "I wa...
I was nude and up to my neck in cool, rippling pond water, and Jennie--the topless girl on the bank--was putting on my jeans. Her own clothes were piled beside the rock where we had stripped together before we dove into the nippy water for a hot weather swim. "There are three kinds of men," she was saying. "The first kind—" she pulled my tee-shirt on, cover...
When Jerry arrived home the place was dark. No one was there. He sat and waited up for her, but no Loren. He made himself a drink, half expecting his wife, along with her sultry mood, but no Loren. He realized she was pissed for some reason, but this seemed a little too extreme. And by the evening of day two he had begun to miss her. He might have worried...
An especial thank-you to Colin the dogg for editorial help. The final paragraph comes from information he supplied when he read the first draft. In addition, he talked me out of binning the whole thing. Power cut – a winter's tale. And then the lights went out... by Potsherd22 This morning I bit the bullet and dumped my girlfriend Karen. We've been toge...
I'm a typical bloke. Ask me if I've ever paid for sex and I'll deny it. Of course I will. If I'm with a close friend I might admit to knowing that it's going to cost me a meal or some time or a few gifts, but even that's not the truth. Not the whole truth anyway. I'm a businessman. My ex reckons I see everything as a transaction, a deal to be done, a con...