[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 11 -- What a difference a year makes. When we first met and told each other of how we had acquired our shared fetish for plimsolls we discovered that a common item in our stories was a white tennis dress: Bryony's in my case and Lucinda's in Emma's. So we agreed that on our first anniversary we wo...
[You can find my other stories under my original user name 130260] Lorna finished tying the lace of her brand new white plimsoll and lovingly stroked the smooth and gleaming white canvas with the lightest touch of her perfectly manicured fingertips. Until Steve had turned her on to the very special pleasure of wearing white plimsolls with white ankle socks,...
The next day thoughts of Corinne littered Noel's mind. Who was this girl, he thought to himself. At a glance he thought her knew exactly what she entailed. Though what happened in the parking lot, proved to be much different. Corinne was like a two way mirror, only one aspect of her shown clearly. The other, hidden in the shadows—but ultimately still there....
Inspired by the song, "My Father" by Judy Collins. Thanks again to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her encouragement, advice, and of course, her editing. ***** My father always promised us that we would live in France. Oh, my sisters and I knew that it was a pipe dream. He was a coal miner in Ohio, and the closest we ever got to Europe was an ann...
To my Dearest Readers, Thank you kindly for your comments. Makes me feel appreciated. It's the reason I write, and the fuel for my drive. Let me soak it all in while I comfort my laptop, hoping she will work with me instead of against me. I'll light a cigarette and turn on some jams, and try to entertain you all. If you haven't read part one of this series,...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 6 – I'm going up to the country Emma's work as a ballet teacher running her own dance school meant that she worked long hours and could rarely take more than a couple of days off at any time, so the times when she could spend a few days with her parents on their farm in Wiltshire were very preciou...
Joanne's heart missed a beat. The rumours were true. There it was in black and white on the notice board: Michael Hurst, internationally famous dancer, was going to be a guest star with the company for the next season. Everybody was excited, and all the talk between classes and rehearsals centred on Michael Hurst. At the age of 25 he'd suddenly taken the da...
Some might have called Lynn and Craig a mismatched couple. She was a few years older than him, the house was in her families name, and he was still finishing his graduate studies. They also didn't seem to share a lot of common interests. But amoung their circles of friends, they were considered about as happy and close as a couple could be, and had lived tog...
Ballet was the world for Nikolai Nikolayvich. He had studied at the prestigious Russian Imperial Ballet Academy in Moscow and had gone on to dance for several years with the Bolshoi. Although he had never achieved the status of a principal or soloist, he was well regarded as a member of the Corps de Ballet for his grace. Like many a dancer, his on-stage car...
Chapter 1 -- Rite of Passage "I've got to do something about my love life, Pete," I groaned. He rolled his eyes and grimaced as he set down my pint on the table in front of me. He'd heard it all before, far too many times. "How long is it since that skinny tight-arse bird of yours went to Australia?" he asked as he sat down opposite me and took a long sip...