Her name was Jennifer and she had superbly muscled thighs and ass from years of horseback riding. She was a small A cup, barely having much more than great nipples. They were so small that she never wore a bra and only occasionally wore chemises just so her areolas wouldn’t show. I loved the fact that most times I could see her nipples whenever she bent over. This story is about a shopping trip on a rainy day at the beach...

After a long day at work, I was at the grocery store and it seemed like I had a young admirer. I had noticed this young boy following me around, with his parents nowhere to be seen. I found it strange but didn’t make anything of it, as I was just trying to get what I came for and go home.He followed me aisle to aisle and continued to look at me for almost a minute before he walked towards me. I thought he would say someth...

It was an ordinary day, a routine trip, to a routine appointment in London from my provincial town. The 12:41 was the train to get me to the appointment with a little time to spare. I always look forward to travelling, as occasionally I can see someone beautiful walk by and captivate my gaze.I took my seat next to the window at a table for four, busied myself with getting my accouterments for the journey. This included ch...

"Well, you seem to have catered for the heat wave!"The petite supermarket checkout girl nimbly slid my eight items across her scanner. A litre bottle of vodka, two giant tonics, three lemons, a packet of crisps and a bottle of Prosecco. "You forgot the sun oil.""I'm going for an all-over tan this summer.""Nice." She gave a playful grin as I handed her my credit card. "Wifey away, by any chance?""However did you come to th...

I had just pulled up to the apartment I shared with my sister after a trip to the grocery store when I got a text from her.  I shut off the car and checked the text before climbing out.“I know it’s so weird, but don’t forget my tampons.  Please?”I shook my head and chuckled.  Little did she know that my ex-girlfriend had broken me of that phobia.  It seemed that every other month she would run out, and I’d have to go to t...

I am a lucky guy, a very lucky guy. I have had a few girlfriends in my time, but they never understood my fixation with feet. The long, slender feminine legs with the delicate feet are something to behold.My current girlfriend didn't get it at first, but now she feeds this fetish as much as possible. She gets a foot clean up and pedicure once a month and walks around the apartment bare footed.Every night she lets me massa...

Yes, the day had finally arrived. It had been six weeks since Ted promised to go for a pedicure with me. I love clean, manicured feet and I explained to him that pedicures weren't only for woman, men enjoyed them too. He took a lot of convincing but finally agreed that I should make the appointments.So, this was the day, and I was in a great mood, excited because it was something else we could enjoy together. Ted is a goo...

Delicious sparkles, pink and silver, lovely flashes of delight. My mouth keeps talking but my eyes roam,  down there, promise  shimmers bright. One lifts up slightly, then the next one, pretty dances draw my gaze. What’s wrong, you ask me; dry mouth swallows in this moment’s dazzling haze. Your eyes like lights and I’m the deer here, caught admiring virgin land. A quirking eyebrow tickles questions, my soul, a sparrow in...