It was currently midday on a Saturday afternoon and the town center was bustling with life. Parents were on shopping trips with their families, groups of friends stood gossipping about their lives and the elderly relaxed on benches appreciating the clear sky. These were all completely common things to be doing with your weekend. Meanwhile, I was browsing the aisles of a pharmacy searching for nail polish. The sheer number...

That night, I lay awake in my bed until sunrise. All I could think about was Katie and her perfect feet, my mind replaying the scene where I held her foot over and over again. It never got old; I could live in that moment forever. More than anything, I wanted to be her servant. On the other hand, I didn’t want to risk losing a lifetime of friendship over some fetish. At that moment, I decided that it wasn’t worth the risk...

I watched with bated breath as Katie teasingly rolled her sock down her left foot. It felt like my heart was going to stop, but soon enough her beautiful foot was revealed. The only word that could describe it was angelic, with smooth skin and a sharp arch. Her toes were small and cute, with natural nails that were well maintained. Her sock fell to the floor, but it wasn’t enough to draw my attention away from the perfect...

As he stepped outside his apartment building, Brian took a deep breath and steeled himself for what lay ahead. The bright lights of the city seemed to mock him, reminding him of all the people who were out there having fun while he was stuck in his own little world. But he knew that he couldn't let these thoughts get to him. With each step he took towards the cinema, Brian felt a sense of determination building up inside...

The store clerk's warm hands secure blood-red straps around my ankles. The immense heels slope sharply to polished white nails. Seduction always quickens my pulse, knees drifting apart. Wider. Nothing but wet heat beneath the tiny matching dress. His eyes saucer. I chew my lip. Flash forward to porcelain thighs wrapping his bucking hips in the stock room, perched on boxes, our frenzied needs cresting. I'll stifle moans at...

I’m sitting on a bench, writing a story on my tablet, with my legs stretched out in front of me on the upholstered seat. It’s not a bench meant to be outdoors, this one has a padded back, armrests, and seat, more than comfortable enough to sit on and relax or stretch out on and take a nap. I frequently do one or the other, and sometimes both. The location of the bench is hidden by a quirk in the architecture of the buildi...

As the pale light of a cold autumn midday filtered through the trees, I wondered how the hell it had come to this. I loved Brian, and he loved me. This was no passing infatuation: I’m talking about four, long happy years of smooth sailing together. How could they come under threat so suddenly? And as for Maddie, well, she was my… friend. Yes, my friend still. No matter what happened, how far we had drifted apart over the...

For the last five years I've held the chair of Korean History (Early Modern) at my university, which I consider the crowning achievement of my life. I'm the first woman to occupy this particular chair, in a field normally dominated by old men, and at the age of 35, I'm definitely not stopping here. The prospect of what I could accomplish in the future thrills me even more than the achievement itself. In case it wasn't obv...

One warm spring day, after Cait got home from school, we went for a walk in the woods. I enjoyed letting her get a little ahead so that I could watch her tight ass pumping with each athletic stride. We walked until we came to the nearest lake, then sat on a flat rock, taking our shoes off and cooling our feet in the shallow water. I sat close enough to feel the side of her thigh against mine, sensing the muscles tense whe...

It has been months since I've had to actually get up and ready and head into the office. I was dreading this day for the last two weeks, knowing it was approaching. My wife, on the other hand, seemed giddy. I guess I couldn't really blame her. We've been around each other almost all day, every day since the virus hit and things were shut down. She normally works from home so this transition for her was easy. It's been gre...

My wife and I attended a wedding last weekend. It was unusually nice out in December where we live. My wife is a hairstylist and one of her clients was getting married. My wife was wearing an all-black dress that had some ruffles around the bottom hem, which ended about 5 or so inches above her knees. It really looked great on her and even made her 34B breasts look larger. Her long, light brown hair was freshly curled and...

I had just left a horrible living situation and was moving into my new accommodations. I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I had only met Aya two days ago, and I was moving in with her and her four roommates.  The house was amazing! It was a large house on a hill, and it had six bedrooms, two full bathrooms, and two large living areas and a large modern kitchen. I was told it was a rooming house in the 1920s, but it wa...

I am a bisexual man forty-eight years old, six-foot, one hundred eighty pounds, masculine, pretty hairy with a nice trimmed beard. My wife and I have a good sex life, but I enjoy some man-on-man sex once in a while. A number of years ago, we bought a nice house that had been built about forty years ago. Last week I received a telephone call from a man who said his father was a builder, had built our house and they had liv...

Over the summer, I spent most days in slave training with Mistress Victoria. Many nights too, but not as many as I would have liked with my parents living right next door. The routine, when I did stay over at Mistress Victoria’s House, was simple. If I was staying over from the night before, I would wake up at six in the morning, shower in cold water, shave my genitals, legs, chest, and armpits. Then, I would make Mistres...