(This story contains several flashbacks. Each time period will be noted as past or present to differentiate between time periods. Enjoy!) Present: Looking at my watch I see that I am already running five minutes late to my psychology class. I walk quickly across campus remembering Professor James's stern warning, "Ms. Temple if you are tardy to class one...
The minute I spotted them under her desk my fetish kicked in. They were sexy red high heels and their allure to a fetishist like me could not be denied. I had walked into her office just after hours to drop off a file she needed. Susan Russo kept the heels in the office to wear but stored them under the desk when she left for the day. They were only worn in...
The following is the second part of a transcript of an interview I conducted with a female who contacted me after reading some of my work on the subject of foot fetishism. She told me she wanted to share her frank and explicit experiences of foot sex and that there would be no question too shocking for her to answer. My subject insisted that her real name...
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Thursday, January 22 I slammed my hand onto the alarm clock this morning to silence it and pulled the covers over my head. It wasn't simply the fact I needed more sleep, although God knows I could have used it....
"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...
Divya Prasad was a feared woman in the office. Strict, dominant, and not at all afraid to call you out if you screwed up. Her harsh nature was matched only by her beauty. Jet black hair with a light streak or two of gray, dark brown eyes, and a tall, womanly figure that she would often use for intimidation. Firm B-cup breasts, and a surprisingly ample butt f...
Author's Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter. ***** Tuesday, January 20 I scooped the last of the Honey Nut Cheerios from my cereal bowl. There were four of them in my spoon, all floating in milk. They looked so serene, as if they were spending their day on the l...
It was the hottest summer Kansas City had seen in a while. Good thing the dental office Liz worked in had a very good air conditioning system. Liz works the front office and comes in contact with every patient that walks through the door. Without a doubt, she's a looker. 5'6", long brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a smile that can win over anyone. She i...
Rachel Meadows looked out from her office, it was a Friday night, and most people had already left. Rachel sighed, still sat behind her desk, she knew there was no prospect of her going home anytime soon. The end of Month report was due on Monday, and she still needed to send a few emails to clients. As Operations Manager for an insurance company Rachel's wo...
The wind howled against the windows of the office. Each gust blew waves of powdery snow, thick enough to obscure buildings just across the street. In the street below, a few souls brave enough to endure the weather scuttled hastily in and out of the coffee shop that faced our office building. Most shops had closed. The forecast predicted that the blizzard co...