I am writing this to confess that I, or should I say we, have a secret life. I am a foot fetish mistress. Oh, by the way, I am married. My husband agreed to my part time career because of two things: I charge $250 per hour, and I agreed to tell him the stories after they happened while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It's his biggest turn on. W...
(All characters are 18+). I stepped into the waiting room. It was a typical, doctor's office style waiting room with nothing to convey the services offered, and I was relieved at the discretion. The receptionist, a young redhead, greeted me with a smile. "Hello, do you have an appointment?" I stammered. I had imagined this moment for years. My knees fe...
Natalie dressed simply when she came to my apartment for the shoot. Her curly blonde hair tumbled low, past her shoulder blades. A plain black t-shirt hugged her lithe frame. Blue jeans, sandals. She left her toes unpainted, but she'd got a French pedicure at my request. She was nervous and it showed. Natalie, usually bubbly and loud, barely murmured a "hi...
Magic does happen and often when we least expect it to happen. Yes when our desires have hold of our minds, and we want so much to be fulfilled, life sometimes has a way of answering our prayers; but often not as we expected. So Ian was certainly in for a magic surprise today and one he just never expected. Like most men he was feeling really horny, but it...
Dear Reader, this story is an experiment. The focus of this encounter is tickling as foreplay. I hope you will enjoy it. ***** 1 The door to his room was ajar, but she knocked anyway, because she didn't want to surprise him, especially if he were in some kind of compromising situation. She heard a distant "Come in!", and she closed the door behind her. "I...
When I first saw that big, old tub at the flea market, I just thought it was kind of interesting. You didn't see many of these around any more. Out of curiosity, I looked it over, and it seemed to be in good shape. It was then that a devilish part of my brain began to suggest some creative uses for the tub. And then my brain put you in the tub, and things p...
Molly swung open the acrylic door to the nail salon. She brushed her black bangs to the side, overlooked the place. The walls were blindingly white. A row of stations—loveseats with buckets in front—were against the far wall. Two looked to be occupied out of the ten. The salon was quiet, smelled clean of polish. After giving the salon an once-over, Molly d...
"Just what DO you think your are DOING?" the voice of your supervisor crashes through the silence. You have been sitting there on the toilet for several minutes. You felt the wonderful pressure in your bowels earlier and, after several minutes of contemplating the act of going poo, went into the bathroom. You raised your skirt and fondled over your mound be...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Anne please stop," I said. "Sorry little brother, we're just getting started," Anne said and her and Lizzy, her friend started tickling me again. At six two and one eighty, I was hardly what you'd describe as little. But I was only 19 whereas Anne and Lizzy and their friends we...
My girlfriend and I have been together since high school. She knows about my fetish and accepts it completely. I have done everything with her feet that it is possible to do. I still feet that longing for "new feet". That feeling of uncontrollable excitement when you have a girl's feet for the first time. It is like a drug to me and I feed on it. My universi...