Chapter 1: Her Plans She laid in Her bed the idea building within for a game that she was going to play with her boot boy tomorrow. A little something to spice up their day. Something HOT, so hot infact that She was taking that matter into Her own hand. Her breathing caught and he knew what was happening but it was not for him to bring any attention to it....
Prologue: Just one more week my boy? She was preparing in the bathroom, he was getting himself dressed. It was going to be a good night he could just tell. She had been well tended to during the day and now they were going out for dinner at that fancy restaurant that She has wanted to go to for weeks. As She walked out of the bathroom dressed to kill his ey...
NOTE: This chapter is focused solely on foot fetishism. * The college's cafeteria was only a short walk from the nurse's office, but to the exhausted boy it felt like hours. It was humiliating and tiring for him, as he stumbled along behind the two pretty girls. He was totally in the nude with a condom, slightly too big for him, covering his small limp pen...
All of the torches and oil lamps in Isabella's castle were lit up for the party. Exuberance and lust filled the air. The Mistresses and Goddesses were adorned in resplendent, sexy, tight fitting dresses. The naked male servants massaged their feet and served them wine and hors d'oeuvres. Isabella required that all slaves at the party not wear their chastity...
The Mall was always dead late on Saturday nights. The last few customers normally rolled into the shoe store about eight o'clock. After that came the longest hour of the day. The last hour before the store closed, when the clock seemed to tick at half speed and time almost stood still. At about a quarter till nine, a woman strolled into the store. She was a...
At last we were alone in her house. We had been out for a night out with work colleagues and had got drunk. Sophie had invited me back for coffee. We had done this before and just talked endlessly into the night about everything from politics to musical taste and occasionally sex. Nothing more had ever happened. We were both married and it was just fun and c...
They may appear mechanical at first, as they wake with jerky movements. But they are not mechanical, they are sentient. They are human. And they worship their Princess. The jerky movements are involuntary, the result of the strange process by which they are alerted to the dawn. The Princess does not like to be woken by loud or sudden noises so she has no al...
7I sat there, staring over the top of my book at her toes. She stretched them out and wiggled them, more and more often as the night wore on. I could feel my cock throbbing in my pants, begging to be let out, to feel those gorgeous pale soles pressed against it. It was almost 4 in the morning as I sat in the dorm lounge reading Dracula. She had been in her...
To all the loyal readers of this story, especially the ones that have asked if I am going to finish it, the answer is yes. I'm struggling to write on a regular basis, but I have so many ideas for this story and it's only just beginning. Please be patient with me, it'll be worth the wait! ***** Paul Edwards, dressed in only a pair of light pink panties an...
As I arrived home from my work, I was shocked to see several candles burning around my living room. Having had my marriage end six months before and living alone ever since I was confused and worried about who was in my apartment. After picking up a vase to defend myself with, I tiptoed across the room and found no one in the kitchen, but there were candles...