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...
Sue appeared at my door one evening. I wasn't in the best of moods, and I wasn't really listening to her as she stood on my doorstep in the shared entryway to my apartment. Something about her current boyfriend being in the car in the parking lot, blah blah blah. "Give me your shoes," I said. She asked why, and I started to close the door. "Wait, wait," sh...
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...
As my husband and I have written in prior submissions, we really began to explore and enjoy our sex life as we got into our mid-to-late 30s. After enjoying threesomes and my first bisexual experience we continued our exploration of a more erotic lifestyle. We kept expanding our horizons. This is one story of our horizons being expanded. One afternoon I was...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no underage characters in this story. Panties, Bras, and High Heel Shoes A straight man has an abnormal attachment, a bizarre affection, an erotic affinity, and a real sexual fetish for women's panties, bras, and high heel shoes. "Psst. Hey buddy, come closer to the monitor. I don't...
Since my earliest memories I have loved women's feet, both bare as well as in elegant sandals, boots, and shoes. I grew up in a house full of women, and while I can't say I was outright sexually attracted to my mother and sisters, I always enjoyed shopping with them to watch them try on shoes. As an adolescent, I relished my sisters' friends sleeping over, g...
It's always been the shoes. No matter if the woman was young or mature, shaved, bushy, blonde, brunette, pale or bronze; the shoes were always the required accessory for a thunderous ejaculation. My earliest memories of sexy shoes were from the glossy black and white porn mags I had enjoyed as a senior in high school; mature beauties posed a la Betty Page i...
Amber got to the club a little after noon on Sunday and found Darin sitting at a table out on the floor, eating a burger from a fast-food place. "Hey," she said, sitting across from him. "Anybody show up for an audition yet?" He swallowed. "Nope, and Sammy's running a few minutes late." Amber nodded, then waited while he finished eating. She'd been disma...
The rain: that's how it all began. Hannelore was standing in the breakroom, staring out the window with an increasingly grim expression. The disproportionate enormity of the window made her look smaller than she actually was, shrinking into nothingness in the shimmering void of the rain. She'd already changed, so she was wearing her street clothes -- nothin...
Growing up I've always felt like I was born the wrong sex. That I should have been a girl rather than a boy. However, living in a traditional family where I was made to suppress these feelings. The majority of my teens were spent trying to be boy and not the girl I wanted to be. After turning 18 years old, I moved out of my parents' house and decided to li...