Fuck me boots Stories

Not to sound sexist, but it might be said that the majority of women share a common weakness. That is a compulsive desire to buy shoes. Lots and lots of them. (Including my wife-author!) Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was no different. And being comfortably well off, the middle-aged aristocrat owned hundreds of pairs. But that didn't hold her back from enlarging her collection. On the last day of January, Her Ladyship arra...

"Ah, Marian. I'd like you to meet my daughter. This is Karen. She's going to be practicing her executive skills with the company for an indefinite period." Jeremy Bates had dropped by the office of Mrs. Wintergreen on a slow afternoon, with a beautiful strawberry blonde on his arm. The twenty-something-year-old had her luscious hair flowing down the back of her shoulder less dress, which was far too short for the older wo...

Just when I thought that my lecherous spouse could shock me no longer, she looked from her iPad and made an announcement. "Eric? I want to try sex with another woman." I yelped as I spilled hot tea into my lap and stood up abruptly. This was a turn-up and not a bad idea either. What a treat it would be to watch Susy with another hot female in bed. She held up her iPhone and showed me the website she had been browsing. A B...

Mrs. Marian Wintergreen tottered into the bedroom of her home in Ipswich in ridiculously high-heeled boots and shivered. Although the weather had been unseasonably warm, the tall female felt no warmth. This also may have been because apart from her thigh-length boots, the slender forty-something was in the buff. "Oh my, it's rather chilly in here, is it not, darling?" Marian sat back in the only chair in the room and sigh...

Jeremy Bates stood straight-backed and imperious as he inhaled through flared nostrils and contemplated his lot. All of six-three, with baby blue eyes and well-groomed hair, he always had an air of faux superiority about him. Well, normally. But, here he was now, butt naked and with his hands firmly cuffed behind his back. "Marian." "Jeremy." She smiled as her gaze lowered to his groin, brazenly bared for her to leer at....

Late last night my phone rang. It was Brad. He said that his friend that thinks I'm a prostitute was in the mood for my services again. They'd gotten a hotel room close by, and I was to arrive as quickly as possible, following the instructions I'd been given.Forty five minutes later I was in the lift at the hotel. My face was heavily made up per Brad's instructions, I was wearing knee-high Fuck Me Boots with stiletto heel...