Beth sat in the dim glow of the bar of the hotel she stayed at on business. The smartly-dressed, pretty 60-year old blonde wore a business suit, including black slacks and low black women's dress socks. She sat at the bar, legs crossed, her pant leg riding on the top leg revealing a hint of freckled, shiny shin above her sock, and a supple, muscled calf in b...
Elizabeth was only about an hour away from closing up shop for the night. It was Friday, and she was tired, and ready to go home for the weekend. Luckily, her store had quieted down for the evening, as she made most of her sales early in the day. Her main stock consisted of mystical items that seemed magical, but were no more than just unique looking trinket...
'Where do all my socks keep disappearing to?' Katie yelled from her bedroom. 'I swear the washing machine eats them or something.' In his own room Nick glanced over to his bed, as Katie continued to yell and throw things around searching for her missing socks. She'd never find them hidden under his mattress, of that he was certain. For months he'd been taki...
Christmas Eve: Racquel Darrian and Nikki Tyler appear at Santa's Workshop from a cloud of glittering smoke. They stand amazed, looking first at each other then around the infamous workshop they instantly recognize. The girls see Santa a few feet away with his potions and he gives them a welcoming nod. They continue to look around in absolute wonder, unable...
Counseling; Chapter 3, an erotic tale by AchtungNight. Celebs: Evan Rachel Wood, Jodie Foster (lookalike). Codes: FF, oral, romance, voy. Standard disclaimer- This story is a satirical fantasy. It is fictional, even though its plot and characters are based on real events and people. All characters based on real people are fictionalized. All celebrities i...
I have been a shit loving lesbian my entire 53 years. When I was young I was turned on by sticking my fingers in my ass and smelling them. What a turn on. Later I became more aggressive. I would coat my fingers with mineral oil and push my index finger to the limit. My nail would be coated with feces which I would spread under and in my nose. A heavy diet of...
Hello, I'm Mr. Stinky. I'm your vibrator. Now I am sure you are a bit shocked by receiving a communication from your sex toy. I know I have never contacted you before but lately you seem to have forgotten me. You have stuck me in your sock drawer, hidden amongst the heavy woolen ones you never wear except when it snows. I know you think that I am safe here,...
I have liked woman’s feet for as long as I can remember. Noticing I would get turned in different situations involving feet, Even shoes and socks. In the relationship I have had, finding a woman that’s willing to tolerate it was hard enough, but finding a woman that was into it well…..I thought was impossible. Then I met WICKED. She was a beautiful woman wi...
Susan O'Malley had a long day at work in her retail job, on her feet all day. The 65-year-old silky haired blonde with the sinewy, lean body was ready for a drink. And maybe some action. She walked the street near the store on the unseasonably warm fall day. It had started out cool, so she'd worn black wool trouser socks under her black slacks, which over t...
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...