Note- This tall tale is inspired by, but not actually about anyone I know. It's pure fiction. xxx Katy Perry awoke late in the morning, her arms around a fluffy pillow. As it was Summertime the large fire was unlit and only a single sheet covered her sexy body. Henry, playfully referred to as Pumpy by his new bride, in actual fact The Marquess of Crumpet,...
I was looking forward to an evening with Emma, the lovely thigh-booted brunette seductress, whom I had first met at lunchtime that day at the barber shop in Bodling, when I had called in for a haircut and got rather more than I had expected. Emma had revealed that she, like myself, enjoyed various fetishes, including all boots, but especially high ones. We...
While I was going through college I shared an apartment with three other people -- one girl and two guys. For a while now Nancy and I had been noticing someone messing with our shoes, especially sexy pumps and boots. Sometimes they were moved (we thought), or there were sticky spots and white stains both inside and out. On one occasion I took a pair of black...
At last the cab delivered them home and they staggered into the hallway with considerably more luggage than they'd left with. Kate was very tired but David who had slept for about 5 hours was feeling OK. So he told Kate to take a shower while he began the unpacking. As he was about to carry the last of the suitcases upstairs the doorbell rang and it was thei...
Chapter 8 – 'Let the Games Begin' Jack sat at his desk, phone in hand, his eyes transfixed to his PC monitor. A small window on his screen displayed the image that was laying less than ten feet away from him. His lips curling up to a wry grin, he started to type. Helena Sharp cautiously pulled on her leather glove. She was nervous because she had never con...
"Simon, I'm going to need a lift this evening. Pick me up at 8.00pm." The voice was not to be denied. It wasn't unpleasant, or unfriendly. It was just not to be denied. "Yes, Miss Bloxham." "And you'll take me home when I am ready." Miss Bloxham was always in charge, and always "Miss Bloxham". Miss Bloxham stood tall, with her long black hair tie into a "b...
It's been over a year since I have contributed a story, due mostly to a career change and returning to college after nearly 25 years. I have been scribbling little outlines and scenarios the whole time, though. These two pieces were originally little mash notes I sent to my wife, scenarios of things we have discussed, would like to try or just dream about. W...
Previous stories in this series: Off-Road Goddess, Paddled in the Boondocks, Lunch With A Dominatrix * It was late on a Saturday afternoon that I drove to the east side of the city, following directions that had been given to me by Miss Julia. Near the industrial park where she worked, I turned onto a state highway and continued east just until signs of ci...
He smiled as he opened the door to the store and nearly skipped inside. He made his way to the back, forgetting to relock the door. Finally reaching the door to the stock room he slipped inside and went to his small office. He sat down happily in his chair and opened the side drawer. Inside, nestled behind his files he found the bottle...a Taylor-Fladget 40-...
Chapter 9 – Realisation Jack left the office and headed off toward the bus stop. On his way a devilish though crossed his mind. He diverted towards a shop that he had seen advertised on a fetish web directory – one that he thought could provide the perfect 'toys' for the next phase of his plan. Sitting on his bus, he glanced down at the bags resting between...