"Hello world; this in Sammy Rhoades, amateur journalist for Crystal Falls coming to you with the story of the Legendary Big-Foot. Yes you heard me right; the tall, hairy and mysterious creature of legend has been seen around our little town for decades and has made a recent appearance up at 'Lovers Meadow'. Two days ago; a couple that had driven up to Lovers...
I always believed my girlfriend Sara, (who is the secretary where I work) was interested in a co-worker named Steve. He is somewhat of a ladies man, as I've heard stories of his escapades. He is a rather imposing fellow, standing 6 foot one, 260 pounds. Steve would flirt with her whenever he had the chance even though he was engaged. I even asked her about...
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...
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...
The strip club was off the main drag of a small town area. I had frequented it semi regularly and had become enamored of a blond dancer who was slender and small breasted but had long legs and sensational looking pedicured feet. She wore open toed and open heeled pumps rather than the platform stripper heels favored by the other dancers. The club allowed the...
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....
I am writing this to confess that I, or should I say we, have a secret life. I am a foot fetish mistress. Oh, by the way, I am married. My husband agreed to my part time career because of two things: I charge $250 per hour, and I agreed to tell him the stories after they happened while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It's his biggest turn on. W...
"You know what I want." "Yes," I answer. I drop to my knees. She smiles down at me and parts her legs. Her right leg extends towards me. I take her foot in my left hand and with my right I undo the strap of her shoe. I remove it and toss it aside. I close my eyes and rub her foot against my cheek, loving the smooth, sensual feel of her skin against my face...
The final flight was smooth. Having endured a couple of layovers, I had napped most of the way before making our descent into Miami/Dade International. Surprisingly, butterflies filled my stomach as I looked out the window at the eastern coast of the Florida shoreline. I remembered her instructions clearly and the topic of the visit, deplaned and walked thr...
I've had a crush on the hairstylist I go to since my first appointment. Over the fifteen years I've been going, I've seen her age gracefully. She's now fifty-two years old but she doesn't look a day over forty. Her name is Sherry and she stands about 5' 4". Her figure still looks as sexy to me as it did fifteen years earlier. Her most attractive feature is h...