"I'll be back first thing in the morning, perhaps then I'll be able to find more suitable shoes..." Aimee repeated those words over and over in her head as she slowly slid into a warm bubble bath. All she could see in her mind were those gorgeous red painted toenails, delicate feet leading to long slender legs that disappeared beneath a black skirt. Since...
The following story is from my friend, Carolyn, who asked if I would help her a little with it. * As you can see from the title, my name is Carolyn. Vicki Lynn, whom some of you know, is my friend. I told her about an experience I had last year in a shoe store and she suggested that I put it down on paper and submit it to Literotica. A little about myself:...
Mike sat near the water fountain at the mall with his head hung low. He was mourning the recent loss of his girlfriend, of whom he caught cheating. He thought to himself how could he possibly be so naive. She took his money and probably spent it on other guys. She had sex with other guys. Why couldn't he have seen this coming, he wondered. Just as he gave a...
My ass is on fire. I am being punished for buying shoes without permission. I know he loves spanking me, and the shoes were really an excuse, and I am glad to be able to give him pleasure in this way as much as in any other. But oh I wish he wouldn't do it so hard! He has been spanking me now for about five minutes, and I have already begun to cry. I quickly...
My Favourite Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour of course. Then again, that's ginger or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once... I...
I was so excited as I awoke. Today was the day of the "Walk a Mile in Her Shoes" parade in support of abuse against women. My girlfriend Cheryl worked for a company that strongly supported these types of causes and "talked me into" participating in the march. We or actually she bought a pair of pretty sexy, red shoes for me to wear. Since I wasn't allowed...
Amber ran through the rain soaked streets. The dark streets ahead of her were every so often lit up by a blinding flash of lightning. She was hurring because she was late. Her umbrella was already ripped apart by the wind and she was trying desperately not to slip on the wet cobblestones as she ran in her black heels. The wind and rain were driving into her...
My Favourite Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour of course. Then again, that's ginger or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once......
It was late in the afternoon while taking a weekend in Santa Barbara about fifteen years ago when Kathi was 38 years old. After a day of swimming and relaxing on the beach, Kathi and I decided to do some shopping at the expensive boutiques along the board walk. We went store to store with Kathi trying on and buying a couple of outfits when she spotted her fa...
"Well I think it's a great idea." Said my girlfriend Cheryl after bringing up the topic during dinner. It was a month before the "Walk a mile in her shoes" support parade against abuse of women. "What kind of example would it be if my own feminist boyfriend won't support me especially at WFS?" Cheryl worked as an executive officer at "WFS"; a women's financ...