Months before meeting Alex: Miss A stood in her living room her arms crossed with a smirk on her bright red lips and a twinkle in her blue eyes, her face framed by her straight as an arrow, jet black hair falling to her shoulders in a sexy bob cut. Her skin tight floral yoga pants seemingly painted on accentuating her legs and ass. Her low cut crop top show...
Al has the perfect job to satisfy his foot fetish. My name is Linda and I'm a prostitute. One of my regular clients is Al, the owner of Al's Shoe Store downtown. Al has a foot fetish. Much in the way that a Yogi has been able to transform himself from living a solitary, spiritual lifestyle by practicing meditation in a way that translates the benefits of m...
I had seen her car approaching from the end of the street. This was a familiar routine by now. I had been on the look out for twenty minutes anticipating her return. She finishes her part time work at three, it was twenty past she is always back at this time but I am alert, ready and hoping that she returns earlier. As the car pulls onto the driveway I am...
After getting into her car Alexis changed back to her normal self and began flying around inside the car. "What are you doing?" Vanessa asked. "I've never actually been inside a car before. We fairies had always relied on magic and flying. What makes it work?" Alexis was buzzing around so fast Vanessa could hardly keep up with her. Vanessa let out a soft g...
Face down and ass up, that's the way I like to pray. That's how we Muslims do it. I never gave much thought to how it must look, until someone very dear to me, who happens to from another faith, pointed it out. The things one never notices, eh? My name is Yasmin Hussein and I'm a young Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I...
There are several stories out there involving living clothes but I want to leave this open to allow many collective authors to be as creative as possible. For example, you can write a story about clothes simply coming to life and stripping their wearer, leaving them nude and embarrassed or maybe the living clothes forces someone to wear them and turns them i...
(True Story) M/F A few years ago I was on a second date with this beautiful Latina girl. She was in her early thirties, 130 pounds, long straight brown hair to the middle of her back, brown eyes, and had great feet. Her toes were perfectly tapered. This was our second date, and we were sitting in my truck after dinner in a public parking lot at about 10:0...
I rented a room in her house. A friend of a friend, of a friend had connected me with the opportunity to live in a comfortable small town home while I worked not far away on a contractual basis. I wouldn't be there too but I was enjoying the low cost of living, the wonderful food and a house to live in instead of a hotel. My work contract was for 6 months an...
copyright 2010 by madengineer3 Note to the reader: Grace and Isadora were first introduced in my story "Binding Contracts". * "It all seemed so simple and straight forward at first. My partner and I were some of the best in the business. I was an extremely good con artist, and my partner was fair at the con but not afraid to use real muscle on someone if...
I woke up with her still in my arms, still amazed at what had happened. The night had started out like any other weekday night during the summer. I was lounging around waiting to hear from my friends about what party to head out to, or if we'd just hang out around my pool and watch movies on the big screen in the basement. I walked down stairs from my room a...