"She had to pay for her new shoes one way or another!"
"Jennifer!" I yelled from my desk as I sat there looking over the monthly bills. I heard her coming down the stairs and then her soft footsteps along the hallway coming closer. "What's wrong?" she said, coming into the study....
"Part 1 of my story. I encounter the dominant feet of an Indian goddess"
So how long have you been into feet?Who am I? What's my name? Irrelevant. You don't need to know my name, my age or my star sign. What you do need to know is that I work as an S2...
"Story of the first time I came in my best friend's mother's high heels."
I was around seventeen at the time. I was going through my rebellious, pot smoking phase and never really wanted to be around my family, so I basically lived with my best friend, Jon. He lived in a condo downtown....
"A Man Admires Women's Feet"
Looking at women in beautiful and sexy clothes,Her long legs are dressed in tan pantyhose. Glancing at her shoes and her pedicured toes. A man admires her legs and her beautiful feet,Her soles and toes will make a delectable treat.He's...
"Inger wants a pair of shoes. He offers money if she'll pose. But thats only the start."
The cab pulled to the curb in front of the twelve-story apartment on 36 th Street in Manhattan at 12:20 AM, and a short-haired blonde got out, flashing a glimpse of thigh that caused a passer-by walking his dog to...
"My Mother-in-law wasn't satisfied, she needed more, she needed me, she needed to be my slut."
Relieved, bewildered, excited and horny all at once, I picked my way through the flailing bodies on the dance floor wondering how exactly we would get away with it. “Again,” she had texted. And she would get it again, no...
"The perfect exposure on Parisian public transport."
It was still early when we reached Paris: too early to check into the hotel near Gare de L’est, so we picked up a carnet, ditched our bags at the station and went sightseeing. Being just the right side of...
"The perfect end to a day of exhibitionism."
The luggage only just made it through the door ahead of us before it was forgotten. I wriggled out of my sandals and flung them in the doorless wardrobe as Adam hopped on one foot removing his second shoe, then...
"I was waiting for my train ... she was distracting."
I am fixated with my foot.Apologies but that is an inaccurate generalisation. In truth I am fixated by the way my foot dangles midair. The contrast of deep red shoe against barely black fine hosiery, the sight of the small...
"Continued from my first story"
You will remember that my friend and I had left with the possibility of meeting again sometime. What I neglected to add to the first story and hence the title was the fact that I was a married man. Mary(...