I recall the exact moment when I realised that my friend John’s girlfriend, who’s name is Emma, had fantastic, sexy little feet. We were out shopping; we being myself, Jim Hodges and a few others. Those being John, Emma and my girlfriend at the time, Joanna. Joanna and I finished that very night to be honest, but she’s not really an integral part of the story anyway.
But back to the moment in question. We were in a shoe shop as Emma had decided suddenly that she didn’t
In my experience it is more men than women who are into peeing. But in my case it was quite the opposite — I never fantasized about it and if you had a
1.The Class
Owen slumped wearily in his English Literature seminar. The speaker was droning on about The Nose by Gogol and while Owen would have found such an absurdist tale difficult to grapple with at the best of times, his late night of drinking made such mindless prattle even harder to bear. Blocking out the lecturer Owen smiled ruefully to himself.
Despite his sore head the drinking game had certainly been worth it; the winner was to receive a blowjob from the hot little campus slut. Owen
I hadn’t been getting along with my wife now for some time, in fact thinking about it, it had probably been a few years. Yet after twelve years of marriage we were comfortable with each other and any change would rock the boat and cause too much hassle, especially for the children. We just seemed to put up with each other and get on with our lives. We lived separate lives really yet still had some love for each other.
Sex was O.K, even if Sally my wife is a bit of a prude and very
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 auditor for Deloitte, a global financial services firm in their Islington based London England branch. I’m attractive, hard working, driven and get on very well with my colleagues, so with this in mind I think you can see how, when I was chosen amongst five other members of my department to take part
It was Friday and I had the day off as holiday, I had already planned to go to my favourite fetish club that night with my friends and I thought buying some new fetish gear was a must because I wanted to treat my self. My name is James and I work in a large insurance firm, my best friend and club buddy is a girl called Carla who I had known for a while now. There are four of us and I am the only guy in the group. We are all into the fetish scene and my particular fetish is high heeled boots!
I had been going out with Jo now for a month, and I was beginning to wonder if she really was serious about me – while we’d fooled around quite a bit, kissing and fondling, so far we had not actually gone to bed together. The opportunities never seemed to arise, or if they did, Jo would always make some excuse, or change the subject.
I was beginning to get frustrated, but in all other respects, Jo was perfect for me, so I felt I wouldn’t give up just yet – I really felt something
“You know what I want.”
“Yes,” I answer. I drop to my knees. She smiles down at me and parts her legs. Her right leg extends towards me.
I take her foot in my left hand and with my right I undo the strap of her shoe. I remove it and toss it aside. I close my eyes and rub her foot against my cheek, loving the smooth, sensual feel of her skin against my face. Gently, ever so gently I kiss her ankle.
“Lick me!”
“My tongue slowly begins exploring
The Gold Lounge was about half-full. It was a Thursday night, the first night of the convention that brought her to Vegas. Her co-worker, who was also a good friend, had taken a taxi to the Barry Manilow show, and Joy had opted out. On account of her being Manilow-Intolerant, although she had simply feigned a deep desire to relax and explore their hotel.
One does not openly ridicule the musical tastes of a friend.
Instead, knowing her friend would be out for hours, she’d dressed in
When I meet Jessie, she was just a silly kid going to college. But there was something about her. She had a sarcastic wit that I found very refreshing. She was respectful and yet there was a rebelliousness about her that bubbled just under the surface. I had met her while doing a college tour. I was lecturing about the effects of jail on juveniles. We started talking, and I was telling her about what prison life was all about. Her twinkling green eyes flashed as I told her about some of the