Prologue: Just one more week my boy? She was preparing in the bathroom, he was getting himself dressed. It was going to be a good night he could just tell. She had been well tended to during the day and now they were going out for dinner at that fancy restaurant that She has wanted to go to for weeks. As She walked out of the bathroom dressed to kill his ey...
PART I With Beth's thick-soled, fishnet-covered foot just inches from his face, her heel on his bare chest and her toes wiggling, the musty stench was overpowering. It was still had to believe this was really happening to him, although, he realized, it had been weeks in the making. "Ready to smell 'em up close?" asked the woman who'd first showed him his...
Chapter 5: C.S.O.'s Karen and Linda put their foot down ... and their feet up. I knew I was in trouble -- big trouble -- as I listened to the vengeful tone of my two supervisors' running dialogue as they frogmarched me across Canford town square, heading towards the Sock Room ... "Can you believe it, Lindz," said Community Service Officer Karen, in tones...
I stepped in the hotel room and looked the cuck up and down. He was pasty white and dressed in only pink panties. Blueberry candles scented the room nicely — not too sweet. I turned to the bed, and sitting on her knees atop multicolored blankets was a slender brunette. Her cropped hair was angled perfectly covering one eye. Her red lips parted in a devilish...
Ah, you're finally conscious, about time. Coma patients are so boring. Don't try to move, you were hit by a car and your arms and legs were broken. Actually, what am I saying? Go ahead and try to move if you want, might be fun to see you struggle against ropes that have your arms and legs in traction. They may as well be in shackles for all you'll be able to...
It is late when you arrive at my home. Inviting you in, I notice you staring as I close the door behind you. It is apparent you approve of my choice of garments for this evening. Wearing only a studded black bikini top, matching crotchless panties, stockings with garters and three inch spiked heels, I walk in front of you, beckoning for you to follow. Lost i...
I had a dream about you last night. It was a foot dream. I think your facebook friend request sparked my imagination while thinking of the past. You really were quite a hateful, bullying, bitch to me in high school. Of course, I hated you for it, but that didn't do anything to abate the feelings and thoughts I had about you and your large athletic feet. My...
"There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root." ― Henry David Thoreau Squirt fountained from the nude BBW beneath me and onto the semen-stained, concrete wall behind her boyfriend's head. "I need to start carrying some sort of to-go cup to these events," I thought to myself, "perhaps a Tupperware container." In o...
The late afternoon sun was fading behind some tall trees in the distance as Paul trudged home from his dreary office job. God, he was bored of his life. He often daydreamed during his walks to and from work each day. Daydreamed of something exciting happening to him...but what exactly, he didn't know. Paul became vaguely aware of an attractive, fit looking...
"There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root." ― Henry David Thoreau Squirt fountained from the nude BBW beneath me and onto the semen-stained, concrete wall behind her boyfriend's head. "I need to start carrying some sort of to-go cup to these events," I thought to myself, "perhaps a Tupperware container." In o...