Your class is over but in your way out you hear Mrs Doe say your name. You turn back and ask what she wants, she says “John im afraid I have something to talk to you about“ you’re worried but you can’t help but notice how good she looks “okay miss, what is it?” you say while obviously checking her out.What's next? Cucking Feet What's next? Cucking Feet...
"I know why you love it when I fuck your face," Nat whispered into her husband's ear as she tenderly wiped a tear from his face. "You love it because you're afraid of dying, aren't you?" she moaned softly as she gently touched herself, clearly very aroused by his deepest fears. "That's part of it..." Stan replied, his hands trembling uncontrollably in nervo...
This story contains foot fetishism and interracial sex. So please skip this story if either or both of these two subject matters bother you. Constructive criticism and positive feedback is always welcomed! ***** "Dammit Kevin are you going to talk to me or what?" Lindsay said, while playfully kicking her friend in the side as he focused on the t.v. screen...
Author’s Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Monday, January 26 Once I was finished in the bathroom this morning, I stood before the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I wanted to ensure my ensemble was well matched, and my makeup was perfect, and there...
When I was eighteen, I was particularly fond of my high school Honors English teacher Mrs. Turner, who was in her late forties. She had raven black hair and kind brown eyes. As her student, I found myself being attracted to the sophistication and authority she exuded as an intelligent mature woman. Every day in class I would sit anxiously waiting for her to...
The life of a young Black man in North America is seldom easy. However, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worthwhile. And I owe it all to my special lady. I love my Black goddess. There, I said it. And I don't care if it makes me sound whipped, or weak, or whatever. My name is Steve Jean-Simon and I approve this message. At the time of this story, I was livin...
Even as a child Jane had always loved the feel of certain materials against her skin. Her first sexual feeling was caused by her wearing a plastic apron of her mothers. She felt her nipples harden and was worried because she thought she had wet herself as she was wet between her legs. She soon discovered that was very normal and began to enjoy those feelings...
During my senior year, I had transferred to yoga for the final semester. When we had our first day of class, I noticed quite possibly THE most gorgeous blonde I have ever seen sit next to my mat. She was about 5'8', piercing blue eyes, somewhat curly hair that went to her shoulder blades, medium size breasts, but she had the most incredible feet I have ever...
"Oh, hell yeah!" Mac shouts as he dances through the door of his classroom, the final period of the school day. 8th period for a senior was like a paradise: No teacher harassing you for homework, no tests or even a curriculum. Just a space to kill time before the final bell rings. Mac, of course, is twice as happy for one reason: He has indeed conquered hi...
The first time I saw Heidi was a picture of her on her husband's desk when he came to work for our firm. She looked incredibly sexy with her blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I remember being entranced by how beautiful she locked and I instantly started dreaming about what her feet must look like. Her skin was smooth and flawless and she just has this really...