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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
“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
Malia loved to play with subs, to push them to their absolute end and watch their bodies attempt to deal with the shock. She loved to tie every limb down and watch them convulse, their bodies straining against the rope desperately, she loved to gag them and listen to the muffled sounds that simply couldn’t be held back when they were so far gone, but she didn’t blindfold her subs, the eyes were one of her favourite areas to observe when going into orgasm, streaming with tears, rolling around, crossing or simply squeezing shut tightly. She loved all of it. She always brought subs to their limit, it was only when they were cumming on command and not of their own volition that she felt she got the best reactions out of them, and the reaction was all she cared about. Her subs were always fully used when she was done with them, she never relented. Harder. Deeper. More. Taking every last moan she could drag from them. This time it was a tiny woman, small waisted and thin-limbed w
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
Cuthbert could feel his hands shaking and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He’d been so forward in asking Hugh for something like this and it was not his nature to be so. Such a bold request and stated so awkwardly and yet…the little Omega seemed almost too happy to provide it for him. As if it were nothing to ask for something so…so…private. He’d changed plenty of slick-laden sheets in his tenure and he’d seen the way an Omega pined and keened during their heats. It was unnerving the way they became desperate little creatures, begging for relief. He’d never seen an Alpha in rut. It was a rare sight for anyone who was not an Omega and, with Nathan as cautious as he was about his house, there was no occasion for Cuthbert to have ever seen him succumb to those types of instincts. What are you doing, Cuthbert? You’re tempting the devil. His insecurities were roiling about and he recognized them for what they were. He held the little white sq
I have a lot of sexual experience due to both Studying types of pleasure,sex positions, biology of the genitalia male and female, researched fetishes and even how to Angle male or female Genitals to increase orgasms, but not only have I done the research on how to increase sexual stimulation during sex better but I have tons of practice using these skills I have read with both male and female partners to the point of having sex Multiple times a hour,day,week till they or I can’t have a orgasm anymore.I know a lot of positions to make women cum ,cream and squirt I’m great at the act of performing oral sex with both genders .I am great at giving women orally vaginal and cliterus stimulations with my decently sized tongue as with a women’s g spot stimulation it’s easy pleasure on any woman’s body as long as you can find it with either your fingers ,a penis, a tongue or even sex toys as long as you know how to hit the g spot the stimulation will always be intense for both sex
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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