Grandma Feet Stories

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Red Riding Hood

by gauchecritic on Sep 12, 2017
Humor & Satire

In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...

My Fall and Rise Ch. 11

by MelissaBaby on Oct 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch I was surprised to find out that I liked being a waitress, and after a few days of fumbling trays and screwing up orders, I got to be pretty good at it. My new place of employment was a large motel, restaurant and banquet complex named The Colonial Inn. It didn't seem very colonial through a New Englander's eyes, but it was a nice p...

I've Got the Trains to Keep Me Company

by The_Technician on Oct 14, 2017
Toys & Masturbation

A lonely young woman is left the family farmhouse by her grandmother who always said, "I've got the trains to keep me company." This is a VERY mild story that will primarily appeal to those who are into machine self-stimulation or have a fetish about steampunk. There is no explicit sex. Instead this sets up a fantasy which some will live out in their own mi...

The Memory Star

by Desdmona on Sep 12, 2017
Romance

I was twenty-eight when my Grandma Pearl passed away. I still remember every moment of that call. I knew immediately it was bad news. My great Aunt Mary didn’t make many phone calls. “Emily, are you sitting down?” Aunt Mary said. “I don’t know how to tell you this. It’s your Grandma Pearl. She died today.” I didn’t cry then, or at the funeral, or even in...

Jackie Pilgrim

by laplappapillon on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Jackie was born in 1899.....Near Clare in Suffolk Flo was born in 1901...A Cockney Kentish lass Jackie was my maternal grandfather Flo my maternal grandmother Despite my ignorance of their history, I have nothing but warm and cosy memories of them...Darling buds of May memories... We would visit as children, three or four of us at the time as I recall.....

Frost on the Pumpkin

by Old_Blue on Aug 31, 2017
First Time

When the weather is hot and sticky,That's no time for dunkin dickey. When the frost is on the pumpkin, That's the time for dickey dunkin. I have no idea who the originator of this limerick is. I do know that my Grandmother taught it to me around the time I was able to fully appreciate my first dirty joke. As I think back, she loved dirty jokes and could la...

Three Generations of Tits

by PositiveThinker on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

I accompanied my girlfriend, Laura, to a family get together in California last September. Her two daughters Ellen and Christine and her Mom, Grandma Patricia, were the main reason for our visit. I didn't want to go. I hate family reunions. Moreover, I was hoping to use the opportunity of her absence to get together with some old friends and watch a game or...

Peaks and Valleys

by Saxon_Hart on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

This is my entry into the Legends' day post. I want to thank Blackrandl1958 for asking me along on this venture and for her fine job of editing this piece. Oh and Congrats Randi. I also need to thank Naoko Smith for her help on some of the content of this story. To someone special I need to say, S'agapo Moro Mou. * In addition to being a round heeled slut...

Sledge

by WinstonWSmith on Dec 28, 2002
Science Fiction

It was a five year stint of keeping my ass to the wall and never dropping the soap. It was five years of greasy guys giving me the once over - five years of learning to have eyes in the back of my head. Five little years for selling blotter acid to the wrong person. Five years I would never get back. When they let me out, I was 26 and the only place to go wa...

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Little Red

by startrooper on Sep 17, 2017
Humor & Satire

I hear a knock on the door and get up to get it. It's you. Little Red. I can see you in that Red Riding Hood outfit with nothing underneath. You are waiting for me. Your skin is glistening and smells of roses. I can smell the scent of your sex in my nostrils. I raise my muzzle into the air and sniff deeply. Mmmm… You are moving your thighs together in heat....