I was the favorite relative of my uncle the cyberneticist. He was the strange mad genius in the family, who alienated every one else but me. He recently died in his 80's and left in his will to me, what he called his "prize possession". It had been four weeks since the reading of the will and I had nearly forgotten about my inheritance, until there was a kn...
Mark and Eileen really both have a rubber boot fetish, but for the longest time refused to admit it always accusing the other of having one. Previously we saw how Eileen went shopping and purchased a pair of pink wellies, but had to show Mark her purchases wearing just the wellies, a lacy bra, and a garter belt. Whenever the topic of rubber boots comes up, b...
Author's Notes: This story focuses on somewhat naive female robot dominance, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a poor chap that's in the wrong place at the wrong side. (You decide) There are four more parts to this story. All together they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please give any comments or criticisms. If...
I had just had an enjoyable pub meal (and some sexy under-the-table activity) with Emma, the barberess whom I had only met at lunchtime. We had discovered we had a shared interest in boots, leather and bikes among other things, and were keen to get to know each other better, and explore our mutual fetishes further. After our meal we returned to Emma's hous...
My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the Camry's steering wheel. Today I was finally going to do it. I had arranged for a day off from work. There would be no time constraints, no lunch hour pressure. The boredom I had felt with Mark, and the fear that it might be bad news for the relationship, was compelling me to try something new. It took nerve to call...
There is never time for even kisses once the door is closed and the helmets are unstrapped and off. I know exactly what must happen, there can be no prevarication, no need to dance around it; not with the invisible force flowing between us, around us, inside of us, all through us. Gloves are pulled off and he unbuckles the straps and parts the studs on our l...
It was a beautiful fall day as Alexander made his way across the quad to the campus library. Beaming rays of sunshine took the sting out of the crisp air and leaves crinkled across the ground as a light wind blew them about. He unzipped his coat, relaxing it around his tall, lean frame. His nostrils inhaled the unique aroma that only a New England autumn cou...
Sarah was still trying to catch her breath as she felt the bonds holding her to the padded bench being undone. Her mind was still reeling from the events of the last few moments. Not only had she touched a woman sexually for the first time in her life but she had allowed Karla to fuck her to an orgasm! Yes, she had been strapped down and unable to move but s...
George couldn't believe his luck. He had walked into the office kitchen to find Sammi washing some cups up in the sink, her long slender fingers protected from the hot soapy water by a pair of bright yellow Marigold rubber gloves. George wasn't sure of the exact moment he discovered his fetish for kitchen or household rubber gloves but was remembered clearly...
Prose that Blows 9: Vinylady vs. The Penetrator Vinylady floated imposingly over the battered bad guy. "It should help you in court that the launch codes aren't compromised," she reassured him. Her pink and black day costume shone wetly in the noonday sun. As federal agents dragged Captain Klepto off, however, he cackled, "No, but you will be!" Vinylady's...