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...
Donna shut the door on her wardrobe. Her black leather wedges in her hand. She sat on the bed and slipped them on, sticking her feet out in front of her she marvelled at the fresh pink nail polish on her toes showing through the peep toe. Standing up she straightened her leather look leggings clinging to her legs. She stood in front of the tall mirror, turni...
The Tour Continues In this room the sprung floor was covered with some blue plastic material. A circle perhaps ten feet across was marked in the centre. On one side stood a young female trainer, beautiful, with light brown hair and green eyes and a stunning body in a tight, black leather minidress. She carried a coiled whip. On the other knelt two more nake...
On request by an anonymous Literotica user. This feedback was sent by: Anonymous Comments: Love your stories, especially the dark elves and amazons. Do you think you could do one with more foot worship and maybe a little ballbusting? Fetishes: foot worship, shoe worship, boot worship, bootlicking, femdom, ballbusting, cunt punting, heel insertion Tags:...
"I wanted to personally meet with you, to tell you, congratulations. You've got the job," Mrs. Sheridan said as she reached out and shook my hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit and I tried not to stare too much at her figure. She was in her mid-forties with dark-chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. When she first interviewed me (for a full-time...
Vanilla Cream 2 : Pumps to Humps - part 1 There's nothing like a big car. Roomy, sturdy, safe, and lots of power. I've always wanted a Cadillac, so when I started making some substantial cash by selling off my comic book and magazine collection, and by selling a few stories to publishers, I decided to treat myself. I spoiled myself rotten with a gorgeous bl...
I kneel on the floor. Waiting in the Dark. A familiar room. Seems like hours go by. I kneel naked waiting and anticipating. She finally arrives. She enters looking so beautiful. She locks the door and walks to a small light on the night stand. She turns in on. Her long dark hair gently flowing. A black tight Pencil skirt and white silk blouse. Black tall...
She walks into the house at 6:30pm. I think that I am ready for her. She is dressed to the nines, of course, as she always is nowadays. This is only right, since her clothing budget alone now consumes about 65% of my salary. "Honey, I'm home," she says ironically. "You wouldn't believe the day I had. It was so hot at the office." The office of which she...
note to readers: please don't waste your time reading this story if your not into femdom and fetish. It's not written for you. * After finding out what was missing in her life, Lisa doesn't waste anytime filling the void. Her natural instinctive abilities as a dominant women are out pictured in this tale of realization and self discovery. Chapter 1 I r...
It was on a business trip to eastern Canada that I ran across one of the most sensual and erotic Mistresses I’d ever encountered. I was staying at a class hotel in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and - in the dining room on my second night - I spotted a striking woman at the salad bar. I didn’t realize it then, since I’d been reading a newspaper up until I saw her, bu...