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Suffering for Shoes. A hardcore gay foot, sock, and shoe worship fantasy including ballbusting, trampling, retefism, and bondage. When I was 19, I knew I had a feet l, socks, and shoe fetish. I didn't know how bad my shoe fetish was until after I had been going to see this 35 year old studly daddy for a while. I saw his ad online. He only lived about 15 miles from me. Over in the college town. His pics were great. He was a stud. Black hair brown eyes. He was 6 foot 3 inches tall. Really Manly face. A clean trimmed beard. He was straight bodied. Not any rips. Not any fat. Big Hands. Awesome huge feet. In his pic. He was very well dressed. He had on an expensive leisure suit, black sheer socks, and really nice loafers. They must be 13 extra extra wide. His feet were thick, wide, high arched, with big long toes. He was smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey on ice in a house bar. He had pics of briefs, socks, shoes, cigars, whips, chains, bondage equipment and BDSM furnitur
“Beth Turner, how may I help you?” “Hey, gorgeous.” Naomi’s voice brought an instant smile to my face. “Hey, you.” I sat back in my desk chair. “What’s up?” “Nothing, nothing. I was just thinking.” Oh Lord, she had that playful lilt in her voice. “Do we have plans tonight?” I shivered. There was never any telling what she had up her sleeve when she asked that question. Thankful for the privacy of my office, I coiled the phone cord around my finger and grinned. “Not that I know of. What did you have in mind?” She gave a soft, conspiratorial laugh. “You’ll see. Wear something sexy and come over to my place after work.” Another shiver. “I’ll be there around six thirty.” “Good. That gives me plenty of time.” “Plenty of time?” I raised an eyebrow for no one’s benefit but my own. “For what?” She giggled. “Oh, you’ll see.” “Naomi—” “Are my surprises ever unpleasant?” I could almost see h
Last night I went on a date with a older white guy who is older he is a truck driver and a friend of my dads I have known him since I was 5 he lives in Arizona and will be in town for a short time he has been talking about relationships and other things then we went to a bar and drank and drank and at the end of the night he ask me if I would like to come see his hotel room I was so surprised and thought could he be bi sexual because he was married with kids then I said ok so we went to his 18 wheeler truck he was calling his hotel at a truck stop so I get in and can see he has a bed and shower and tv and all kinds of shit he gets in and gets on the bed I’m sitting on the chair in there he is across from me he says I remember when you were younger I would babysit you guys and all of you would swim out at the pool , I know what he was getting at , he says remember that time all your brothers and sisters were out of town but you had to stay for school and your parents had me watch you
“Good girl.” Mistress Malia said. Yasmin did her best to smile through her after-glow (and the gag) but she could barely keep her eyes focused, let alone hold her muscles in any sort of position. “But don’t you doze off on me, we’re not through yet.” A shiver ran through Yasmin’s fatigued limbs, simultaneously turned on and terrified at the thought of further stimulation. The menthol balm on her clit was still causing a rush of blood to seek out the space between her legs, her sensitivity heightened and held by the clit clamp clipped tightly to her. Rough hands began to trace the rope-work pinning her to the table, a pretty chest piece that accentuated her small breasts. The touch was light, almost teasing. Eventually the fingers took hold of her nipples, one in each hand, and began to coax the plump pink skin up with gentle pulling and squeezing. Her nipples were already pointed from arousal but the more Mistress Malia worked at them, the
Every day had been melting into the next since the lockdown had begun. Gabrielle had been working from her study at home for three weeks and could feel her brain drying out like a sponge in the sun from the lack of stimulation. Usually, she spent all day darting about the office, being pulled in a hundred directions at once and juggling a multitude of tasks. Now, she was confined to her wheelie office chair for ten hours a day, enduring droning conference calls and sending ten emails for every query that could have far more easily been handled with a single face-to-face conversation. Gabrielle wasn’t the only one feeling the frustration. Despite her endearing efforts to stay positive, Lyssa was clearly bored stupid locked in the house. The family she nannied for had no need for her with both parents at home, and she was burning her way through every book, DVD and videogame they owned. Gabrielle was browsing online for more items to keep her beau entertained (w
My GF moved out so I needed someone to move in with me to pay the rent. I had been a secret CD for 3 mos.My friend T hooked me up with a guy named B whom moved in and began sharing the rent with me. The first few weeks,I kept my girly secrets.I had my own lingerie,skirts and 2 dresses.I could do my own make up too.I was hoping to find a new GF whom would appreciate a guy like me.I put ribbons,bows and barrettes in my long blonde hair.I joined a dating site but mostly got hits from horny old men and no real girls.I watched porn on my computer especially TG and gay porn.I really began identifying with the bottom.I read some CD forums discovering that I am a beta type male. I jerked off a few times watching the girl getting ass fucked with her little soft thin cock flipping and flopping.It was all warm gay fantasy to me. I never imagined being with another male.I was sleeping in my panties and nightgowns every night. I was going to work wearing panties and even a slip under my boy pants.M
I was 18 and i belived i was a normal boy. I even had a girl firend. We had sex and it felt fine. But right after my 18th birthday i began to grow female breast. I was shocked and ashemed. I asked my mom to take me to a doctor, but she refused she seemed to enjoy my suffering. One sunday my mom invited some friends. I was suspisous they were going to have an orgy because i knew some of the guys she had sex with. I asked to go aaway to a friend but she insisted i stay. It was 6 o clock. There were 6 men, Jordan, Mike, Eric, Joey, Matt and David, my mom and me. I was going to my bedroom out of bored when Mike grabbed me from wraist and said to my mom, "Does "she" know about the suprise?" My mom left the room while Mike forced me to his lap. Other guys come closer to touch my body aswell. Iam immobilesed by stange feelings. Eric begin to squeeze my swallowen boy breasts. My mom came back to the room with a big box. She said "suprise my boy, this is the day you become my little girl."
I had wondered for years if I would ever have the courage to tell someone that I am a bisexual woman. “Hey, you,” said a woman who tapped me on the shoulder at the fruit and vegetable section. When I turned around, my eyes almost popped out of my sockets. It was Sarah. Her and I were besties during varsity, but we went separate ways when she went to England after graduation. We had kept in touch on Skype, but our schedules had always prevented us from seeing each other. I squeezed her and pressed my cheek against hers. Seven years had passed since we saw each other. “When did you arrive?” I asked. “Two weeks ago.” I gaped. “Two weeks?” “Ya. I wanted to surprise you, but I didn’t know that you had moved, so it took me forever to track down your mom.” “Her and dad went away for their fortieth anniversary. Why didn’t you call me and ask where I was?” “I knew that would’ve gotten you suspicious and ruined the surprise. Besides, I n
Kyra Anderson and Simmons Caruthers have been inseparable best friends since they started Liston University, and he just abandoned the bar, dragging his boyfriend Lucas upstairs. “Guess it’s just you and me, babes,” Kyra shouts to Lucas Brown’s BFF-since-kindergarten, Samantha Tryon. She drains her cocktail of the evening, some glowing shit Simmons concocted out of absinthe. “Shot?” she yells to Samantha. Samantha shrugs. “Why not?” she yells back. “What?” Kyra shouts. “I said, ‘Why not?’” Kyra pours two shots of absinthe straight from the bottle and hands one to Samantha. “Bottoms up, girlfriend!” she yells. They clink glasses and throw them back. Samantha wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. “Goddamn, that shit is potent,” she shouts. Kyra shakes her head in frustration, reaches over and turns down the speaker next to them. “Sorry, I can’t fucking hear a word you’re saying.” “I said that shit is potent,” Samantha says. “N
The carriage pulled in to rest for the evening in the small village outside of the Borgo Pass, in the Carpathian Mountains. It had been a long drive. We had long since moved from the great forests and grasslands and into craggy, wind-swept lands. The sunsets in this region of Europe were especially beautiful, painting the rocky climbs a deep russet hue. I had watched much of the landscape from the carriage window over the course of many days and nights, and was now feeling especially stiff. While my driver took the time to arrange a room for the night, I wandered around to the back of the inn to relieve myself. I was glad for any chance to stretch my legs. Unfastening my trousers, I found a small wall by which I might unleash the fourth or fifth cup of tea I had drank on the length of the day’s journey when I heard a voice from behind me. “Excuse me, sir,” the voice said. I turned around, only to see before me a heavenly figure. He held a single bale of hay slung across
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