Chloe liked shoes. No that doesn't even begin to do it justice. Chloe loved shoes. Court shoes, stilettos, strappy sandals, ankle boots, whatever. She loved them all so long as they had proper heels that allowed her to show her legs to their best. Chloe had perhaps 30 pairs, she had never really counted them, she wore them whenever she could, certainly ever...
John walked quietly into the main room of the college gym; taking a look at the clock and letting out a quiet sigh. It was seven already. He knew that he only had two hours to get his workout done before he would have to go back to his dorm room to prepare for his morning class. "Hey Jenny," said john in gentle voice "just thought I'd drop by for a quick wo...
Fuck me shoes - the conclusion The room he led her into had a general burgundy colour to it. She noticed it immediately as it was so similar to the colour of her shoes. The shoes they called her fuck me shoes. On a second look a large double bed with iron ends was covered with a burgundy duvet. It was this that gave the room its colour as the rest was actu...
Mrs. Wyles had a rather unusual request but after discussing it we were very keen to take it on. In fact talking about the couple in question Chris and Carmen turned us on so much that Mrs. Wyles and I ended up both wearing stockings and high heels and fucking each other. I bought her to an orgasm then she jacked me off using her stockinged feet and made me...
Even as a kid I was always drawn to a beautiful pair of legs. The sight of shapely legs in high heels puts me in a trance like state, one in which only the dictates of my cock count. Even as I write, my cock is swollen with imagined visions and fantasies running through my mind. As a gift, I recently bought my wife a pair of classic white patent leather sti...
"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...
I watched Julia exit the room and at that moment you could say that I was reeling from the powerful effects that she had so easily imposed on my will, or whatever was left of it. I took a long slow inhale and as I released my breath I began to contemplate my situation. I was about to put on Julia's panties and I didn't know how I felt about that. I held them...
"I made this story after I was browsing on this site and noticed that there was nothing on cheerleader's feet. I mean, that should be a given in my opinion. Cheerleaders are not only (stereotypically) hot, but they get a good workout and wear those shoes a lot. No such thing as too much feet, so I made it about not one, not two, but three cheerleaders that I...
I was kneeling on the floor wearing a tight boxer and a fish net sleeveless round neck. The elastic band accentuated my small breasts and my cock or rather HER cock strained in the tight boxer. My mind raced in anticipation as I looked at the big hand in the clock approaching 5. I thought back to the days we first met. I regularly saw her on the train. I no...
He shifted nervously as he stood in line. He had chosen this lane because the checker was a woman. He didn't know why that made him feel better, but it did. Just a little. He glanced down at the basket in his hand. The contents were carefully selected: a sandwich from the deli, a drink, a box of protein bars, a box of tissues, all there to make it look like...