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Dominating a sixteen-year-old

His behavior leads to consequences and then rewards.

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 t...

12:41 to Marylebone

Journey to heaven

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 be...

Something Afoot

When Vera hangs around after the night out with his sister, he knows something is afoot.

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 m...

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...

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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 final...

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Indian Summer

A hot afternoon just gets hotter

It was a surprisingly warm September afternoon; an Indian summer the gleeful weather forecasters were calling it, and Amy and I were in our accommodation trying to keep cool. Tall glasses of iced tea sat sweating on the side table and a battered old floor...

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 swall...