Two creamy white cum shots begin sliding down the side of my boot. My husband and I look at them as they make their way down the sparkling black leather leaving a filmy track in their wake. My fingers gently caress my clit, the sight of the boots and the cum and the events leading up to it have me on edge. "How many is that, my love." "Seven, my queen." "...
I'd like to share this story with all you boot lovers, and hope that you get as much enjoyment from it as I did at the time. Earlier this year I went to visit some friends from college in Leicester. I arranged to stay with my friend Pete, who still lives in Leicester, and is now married to Kate. Two other friends were also staying, and it turned out to be a...
After I graduated from university I'd been pretty lucky, having walked into a very well paid job within a matter of months. However, the one thing that I wasn't prepared for were the property prices in London, which made it impossible to get a mortgage on somewhere decent. Needing to find a place before I took up my new job, I was faced with a couple of opti...
Chapter 1 – Beginnings Jack had only been with the company for two weeks but was already beginning to feel like a fish out of water. 24 years old, fresh out of university with a degree in business administration & finance and this was the big wide world... He thought back a few weeks & how he nervously waited outside the interview room like a worried schoo...
In the previous stories about Mark and Eileen we learned how they both had a rubber boot fetish but were reticent to admit and would often accuse the other of having such. This story occurs some 30 years prior when they first met while doing graduate study at the University of Cork in Ireland. Please note that all of the characters at all time were over the...
She led him into the bedroom and shut the door, and then instructed him to get undressed and get on the bed. She removed her clothing, a silky leopard print short and tank outfit, but left her black, knee high boots on. She climbed on the bed, and pulled him to her, kissing him. He ran his hands along her boots, and asked, "Mistress, may I please kiss your...
Brad, then 24, was hired as a young salesman for a software company. He worked in a cubicle on a second office building in a nowhere city. He was young, dumb and eager. He was also, secretly, a full fledged pervert. When he was younger, he became fascinated with his mother's clothing. Particularly, her leather boots which she paraded around virtually everyda...
Note: This story is fetish oriented and considers possible future robot human relationships, where shy people can better express themselves. They also learn things about themselves that they did not expect to. I finally "got up the nerve" and filled out the 20 page questionnaire, profiling my preferences for a full service robot companion. It was not uncom...
Amy grabbed her coat and together they walked out of the classroom. The sound of their heels echoed throughout the hallway. When they reached the parking lot, Amy paused. “What’s the matter?” “I, umm. I don’t know if I can do this.” The older woman turned to her, and placed her leather gloved around Amy’s hand. “Come on, don’t deny yourself. It’s going t...
Jennifer sat in the coffee house, waiting. Her hands kept touching the cup in front of her or her hair - reflexively adjusting it, stealing glances at herself in the floor to ceiling window by her table. Men walked by with furtive glances. This was new. She got her share of attention – early thirties, slim, pale blue eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair jus...