As I sat inside my morning Creative Writing class with Professor Morrissey, I started to feel nervous because it was approaching the time when we'd have to share some of our poetry with the class. "Who wants to start?" Professor Morrissey said standing at the front of the class in a gray suit. He was in his late fifties with well-trimmed gray hair, but he...
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...
It all start when i was little i had no friends and my little sister was still small i made up a friends of my socks i would play games and do kids stuff hell i don't remeber much other then that but it didn't help that when i got older to my teens that notice that socks seem to turn me on but hell teens and all we couldn't controll are selfs but for me i fe...
The story you are about to read is fiction. Lindsay and all the details about her however are real. The goal of this story was for me to express some of the fantasies I have about her and how I picture our first meeting would go. With that being said, onto the story. As I sat in the garage waiting for 18 year old Lindsay to show up I couldn't stop thinkin...
At nineteen I still lived at home with my mum and younger sister Suzy who was eighteen. My dad had left us when Suzy was only a baby and we hadn't heard anything from him since, he had gone to places unknown with his secretary, a slut with big tits and loose knickers, well that's what mum told her friends anyhow. At nineteen I hadn't dated many girls compar...
I had lost everything to her the day I saw her, surrendering myself before her inexplicable beauty, abdicating before her authoritative domination. For she seemed to be everything in the universe for me; and to offer my servitude to her, the only thing that I was breathing for. To put it short I had an uncontrollable emotion of fetishism and masochism since...
As a quiet, shy 20 year old Chris had difficulty with confidence. He had a job in a stockroom for a high street shop which was fine but when he was occasionally asked to help a customer, he became really nervous. Social interaction was hard for him. He'd become flustered and would sweat profusely. He'd been dragged into meetings with managers and told to get...
Sarah waited at the door. Truly, she had not taken much time to prepare herself. In fact, she was the one among the three girls that had taken the least. Indeed, even though she had had the desire to degrade and humiliate for years, she had never nurtured the fetish, and never developed crueler and crueler ideas about it. The idea of jogging and getting hers...
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 2 – If a picture paints a thousand words Spring segued into summer. I was working hard and playing hard and in many ways I was having the best summer I'd known for quite a few years. I started the cricket season in top form and stayed there, consistently averaging over 60 with the bat and below 19...
"As a guy, I am sometimes disappointed in what women wear. They either have really good fashion sense, or they completely mess it up. One thing that I absolutely hate is when women wear the most ridiculous socks at the wrong times. For example, wearing socks with sandals, flip flops or any open-toe shoe. Or, if they are always wearing socks, even during the...