They walked into the shop that afternoon. It was a slow weekday, and there were few customers and plenty of room to sit. It was one of the old style of shoe shops, the type now dying out in the days of "pile it high, sell it cheap". The walls were lined with shoeboxes and the old timbers of the building sat well with the aroma of leather. It had been the sa...
John was being smothered under Lucy's boobs and he was losing air. He tried to scream and struggle but it did no good. Lucy made sure his face was tightly sealed in her boobs and she giggled as she smothered him. She did this for a few minutes. John closed his eyes and prayed he wouldn't die. Lucy rubbed her nipples over his nose back and forth to tease hi...
"Open your fucking mouth!" the sensually cruel Mistress Persephone demanded, shoving Her precious toes deep into my gaping mouth. "Lick them clean, it's punishment time," She ordered, alternating between slapping my face and forcing Her sexy feet deep down my throat. My cheeks stung from Her leather gloves, adding to the intense sensations as I orally worshi...
Ms. Jay woke up thinking it would be a fine day to miss work and go shopping for that new pair of high heels she so desperately wanted. After eating breakfast she prepared to go looking as sexy as she could, she wanted all the men to turn their heads to watch her hip movement. Arriving at her favorite store," Bells shoes for Large Women," she noticed anoth...
It had been a few weeks since the night in the club, and we hadn't really talked about what had happened to me that night. I was struggling with the fact that I had sucked and been fucked by another man, and that my girlfriend had witnessed and enjoyed the whole thing. We continued our normal lives, studying and working, but there was no sex until one after...
The day had started and proceeded as any day usually did. I had taken a run first thing, put on my suit and worked for the day, and before I was going to head home to watch some sci-fi reruns, I thought I would hit up the mall for some window shopping and a smoothie. I ended up finding a quiet spot on a bench in front of a woman's shoe store. After I sat do...
If you followed my previous stories, you will know that both me and my Indian wife Geeta are busy professionals and don't often get time for play dates. We must plan this well in advance, get office leaves and sort out a place where we can meet. Most of you know that my wife is Asian Indian, and I love to share her. I enjoy watching her being aroused by sens...
"Red Bra and Panties" Note: the Annie Kirk series is not a sequential story. The series is comprised of separate fantasies about a real person. Some of the stories were inspired by an erotic photograph she sent where I created a story around the image. Other stories are inspired by real-life elements, but they are not descriptions of real events. This story...
We were still in Vicky's fetish wear store, with Sara Jones, my landlady, hanging from the ceiling in a set of leather straps that didn't cover any of her touchable areas. She was face down with her hands behind her back, but Vicky had adjusted the straps so that now she was in a kneeling position, but still well off the floor. "Why don't you come here…."...
This story is for my good friend.. Lorri, Happy Birthday! Life leads us in many different directions. We meet many kinds of people along the road we take. Some are friends for awhile, some are friendships that last a lifetime if we're lucky. Then of course, there are those that are one night stands. Remembered fondly if worth remembering at all. Lorri was...