Author's note: This is a collection of independent, stand-alone short stories about my wife. Some are fiction, while others are memories and flashbacks. They were written separately and never edited for continuity, so there are tense changes, repeated phrases, etc. I make no apologies, because these were intentionally spur-of-the-moment. Enjoy. --------- 1...
You must believe me when I tell you I never set out to do this. Sure, it's worked out pretty well for me. I concede that. But I did not have some master plan to take control of my professor's mind and body. I certainly never expected to reach the stage where he strips naked, empties is wallet, drops to the floor and begs to worship me whenever I step into hi...
Bzzz bzzz Connor lifted the phone from his desk and looked at the unknown number. Opening the message, his stomach does a somersault and his heart practically skips a beat. 'My feet are waiting' is what the screen says. It could of course only be one person. 'How did you get my number?' he quickly replies. 'And what exactly are you expecting?' 'Less qu...
"So I've been noticing comments this past year about wanting more sock-related foot fetish stories. Personally, I'm not the biggest sock fan. I love bare feet, simple as that. However, I'm giving this story a try with some sock AND barefoot fun. One of my favorite places for foot sightings is the library on my campus. Every time I go there, I see girls with...
I stood outside Salima's apartment feeling more rage flood my bloodstream than I ever thought possible, and I mean that. It's not a joke, a euphemism, or an exaggeration but the literal truth. In that moment I was angrier than I'd ever been in my entire life and this bitch needed to know why. She'd humiliated me in that restaurant. In fact the word humiliati...
The writer recommends that the reader is familiar with the first part of this story. 'Sperm Bank Artists'. All characters are beyond adult legal age, and the theme is male masturbatory humiliation at the hands of young female artists. The women artists collect ejaculate and use it for their artworks. 'Sperm Bank Artists. Part II: Olivia and Cath' coincides...
Dynamic servitude: A Master to a Daddy A slave to a son Part three. The Master leads Cager's slave from the lounge to the bedroom, Cager's slave shuffling along on the floor on his hands and knees, his eyes transfixed on the tall boots. he sees the boots pass the threshold of another room and He stops, turns and sits on the bed. 'Look up slave.' S...
I knew it was wrong. Micaela passed out at the party. She was only a sophomore and she couldn't handle herself at all. It didn't take much to knock her out - she'd had maybe half a dozen drinks in three hours. I stuck around because - well, why does anyone stick around at parties? You hope the crowd will thin out and you'll see some gorgeous person across...
Over the next few weeks the new partnership between Anna and Holly kept the girls busy. Not only were they entertaining the ever-growing fan base of 'Our neighborhood' as well as their own clients, but also the ladies were often being invited to black tie dinners with some very prominent people. This meant that they were now gone seven nights a week. I found...
A true story. Early in my teen years, I discovered I loved guy's feet. I even judged a guy by how good looking I thought his feet were. If they smelled, that upped my interest. In high school gym class, I loved to linger in the locker room so I could look at guy's feet. There were some that, to me anyhow, were exquisite. A couple of times, I sneaked the so...