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Toeing the Line

by Frostofaust on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Dashing to the exercise room Cy was the first to toe the line for morning calisthenics even though he was only an intern. Everyone in the office loved morning calisthenics since it consisted of nothing more than standing on a line for five seconds and bending over to touch your toes once. They could return to their workstations with a completely undeserved s...

A New Take on a Hashing Tradition

by sneakerSlut on Mar 17, 2020
Fetish

Danny was nervous. It was his first time going to a hash in recent memory. It was also his first time at this particular kennel. Danny ran in high school and found out about hashing from googling some kink terms many years ago. Since then, he learned that there is a lot of overlap between hashing and being kinky and he hoped he could explore that more at thi...

Got Milk? - Delilah & Mac Ch. 04

by Little_Mac on Jan 6, 2018
Fetish

"Oh, hell yeah!" Mac shouts as he dances through the door of his classroom, the final period of the school day. 8th period for a senior was like a paradise: No teacher harassing you for homework, no tests or even a curriculum. Just a space to kill time before the final bell rings. Mac, of course, is twice as happy for one reason: He has indeed conquered hi...

A Night In London

by bonzai900 on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

To one afflicted with the habit, there is no respite. Its a curious phenomenon. They are all around and I treat them as if it was like a big stamp collection. Some people love to look at breasts, some are into asses. The thing that draws my attention is the female foot. Don't get me wrong, breasts are certainly a close second, but I walk around and coll...

Discovering Natalie

by thefootprint on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

Natalie sat on the floor of her bedroom painting her toenails a deep candy apple red. She had been dating Jim for a few weeks now. Before meeting him, she had no idea that men would be attracted to her feet. As Natalie finished painting her toes, she took a few minutes to admire her feet. She had always liked her feet and enjoyed making them look attractive....

Prize Money

by MarthaD on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Many thanks to the readers who have generously shared their encouragement and feedback. Readers who aren't familiar with my previous stories might enjoy Nothing More Gratifying or The Week That Changed Everything as background about our Loving Female Led Marriage, but this story stands on its own. ***** I didn't intend to steal his prize money, but in the...

A Dog's Life Ch. 01

by Compliant1 on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

"Will you please sit down? Honestly, the way you've been pacing and fidgeting would make coffee nervous. Come sit over here." Gretch moved her long legs enough to leave me a place to sit on the other end of the couch. Without another word, she flipped through channels with the television remote until she found an old episode of Law and Order. I hate that sh...

Got Milk? - Delilah & Mac Ch. 07

by Little_Mac on Feb 6, 2018
Fetish

"Oh, God! I can't believe he said that about me!" Delilah chuckles with a surprised gesture as she enters another fork full of chicken breast into her mouth. She exhales at the tasteful flavor it eradicates inside, chewing away in bliss. Sitting at her family's dinner table alongside Mac, Del is pleased that he offered to make his specialty for dinner: Bak...

Sister-in-Law's Feet

by thefootprint on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Sondra is my sister-in-law. I know what you are thinking and I am kind of ashamed of myself too, oh well you know the power of the female foot as well as I do. Anyway two days ago Sondra and I went out shopping for my brother and the rest of our families. I drove into their driveway and rang the door bell. Sondra answered the door wearing a silk button down...

Professor Morrissey's Feet

by malefeetdesires on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

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...