“Oh, sweet Jesus, that feels marvelous!” she moaned, reveling in the splendor of an incredible foot rub. “Quiet, darling. People will think I’m ravaging you.” “Let them think whatever they like. This is better than sex.” “I should be offended,” he laughed. “Keep this up, and I might let you use those delightful fingers somewhere else,” she purred. “Might?” he mused. Gently, he parted her slick, swollen labia and slipped a...

Clint stood on the front porch, his hands in his coat pockets. Though he couldn't have known I'd arrive at that exact moment, I wanted to believe he'd somehow sensed my approach and was waiting for me. Pulling into the gravel driveway, I tore my gaze from him long enough to study the house we'd inherited from our grandmother. It was a little more weathered and worn, with a dark shutter hanging askew, but mostly the same a...

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...

When James returned, he seemed preoccupied. A number of the others suggested he was still dealing with the loss of a family member. I knew different. He was simply paranoid that someone (mainly me) has discovered his little secret. He did seem especially funny towards me by looking at me after he made a joke, etc. I tried my best to act normally but knowing what I did about how he fantasized about me made it hard. There h...

"This would have broken Grandma's heart," I said. My cousin Shane and I sat beside each other at my grandmother's dining room table, watching in horror as our family engaged in a screaming match. We'd returned from Grandma's funeral earlier that afternoon, and what was supposed to have been a quiet dinner had devolved into one of the ugliest arguments I'd ever seen. My aunts and uncles, joined by several cousins, hurled a...

This is a true story of an encounter with a lady that I met a few years before I met my wife. I'd been out on the town in Plymouth, where I'd been drafted due to being in the Royal Navy. It was Easter, so everyone I knew from my ship was on leave. I was in this club at the top end of town, and I noticed this very striking woman in her mid-twenties sitting at a table on her own, looking at her drink, somewhat subdued. I've...

I was nervous and excited, I already felt wet. I was waiting for Kabir, a young Indian masseur who had been recommended to me, who was going to give me a Guru Sensitive Massage. I opened the door and his dark eyes looked at me like a gentle dark lake in the night, her lips smiled sweetly, and I felt a very pleasant peace. I accompanied him to my room and after taking a shower he came out in his shorts. He was a very norma...

It had become a typical morning in our household, my dad stuffing his face with his breakfast before dashing out the door without saying a single word. He eagerly wanted to go outside because of his lift to work and his new work associate, Clare. My step mum Molly, who’s been with my dad since I was sixteen, hated this fact. It’s ironic when I think about it, that he cheated on my real mum to be with her back in the day,...

It was radio silence, and I found it disturbing. Karlie had pierced me with her glare when I got home the other night. I was pretty sure she’d been hoping this whole thing with Audrey would be over. Instead, it had taken a completely different turn. Even after we’d spent our afternoon making a pet of Kassidy, we’d sat down, had dinner, and then watched a movie. Kassidy insisted on resting her head in my lap and sucking me...