Wendy wonders whether she wants to work more with her hot foot fetish, will she go pro? Wendy loves to confess and to consult her fine friend, elder gentleman Professor Peter Wendy knows he records everything on video and writes her true tales in sexy stories Wendy tells below about her hot day at work and some of her hottest sexy dirty dreams Wonderful Wendy looks lovely: slender and sexy, short dress, wears panties but never any underwear Wendy has firm little tasty tits and has a few kinky fancies and fantasies for further love life Wendy is into 'smelly sex', suffering from a fancy for Bromadrosis or stink-feet from fine females Wendy loves she smell of her panties … especially after she wears them for three days in a row! Wendy has a great day at work in the shoe-shop which offers only long leather boots and high heels Wendy has an attractive client with long legs and she helps her out of her over-the-knee long boots Wendy gets wet from the smell of her feet and proposes her client to retire with her to the canteen Wendy knows well her client has seen her bare bald snatch under her sheer sexy see-through panties! Wendy seduces her and foot-fucks herself with the smelly foot, she comes hard squirting all over it Wendy loves to talk to trusted priest Professor Peter Poet about her fetishes, fancies and fantasies Wendy confesses to him that she sometimes wonders whether she wants to become a whore for foot-fucks? Wendy loves his wide open mind without any moral borders …
Sharing CIndy Chapter 12
Sharing Cindy Chapter 12 I put the phone uptight against my ear and struggled to hear what was happening. I could make out some hard slapping noises and the occasional moan and grunt. Every so often I caught a voice, sometimes it was a female, sometimes it was male. Is that another male voice? What was happening?….. I sat at home on a Friday night, reading through some of the stories about loving wives and all the sexy things they were doing. I enjoyed reading about other couples and how their experiences sometimes mirrored what Cindy and I would get into. I was just reading a great story about a woman who was entertaining her husband and a couple of his friends at a poker game when the phone rang. I picked it up and heard the voice of my wife Cindy in the background. “Wait…wait……I think he picked up. Hello?” “Babe? Is that you?” I asked. “Oh Hi Baby. I didn’t know if you would be home or not. I just called to say I might be a few hours longer. The meeting is going great and we had a great dinner. “ “Are you still at the restaurant? “ I asked. “ “Um, no. We finished and headed over to Alexander’s Pub for a couple of drinks.” I knew the place. It was in the lobby of the Sheraton Hotel a couple of miles away. Cindy had been asked by her boss, Louie, if she would attend a meeting with a couple of his business partners. I knew why he wanted her there. Cindy was a young, sexy beauty who he wanted to show off to these men. Louie was in his mid forties and was infatuated with …
Submissive Jennifer
Chapter one I love erotic stories. Context is a real turn on for me: the build up before the sex scene. Above all, I fancy situation where women are dominated. There is a thin line between domination and rape, and even though I like the first kind, I despite the latter. Even if the female character is reluctant, in the end she must like what her man tell her to do and do to her. The first time I read kinkyslut – I know, there is a lack of imagination in this pseudonym – I was hooked; maybe because of the few personal lines at the beginning, even if it was probably false. She described herself as a strong and independent woman: always the dominant one in her relationships. She might be ashamed of it but the truth was her dream of being totally dominated. And her stories were always about her fantasy. Her stories were the only one I read with the woman point of view. The style was impeccable, without contest better than mine. After a while, I believed I had learnt what submissive woman wanted, and I wanted to try this kind of symbiotic relationship in my life. But I could not. I was on my last year of study and I could not afford a personal scandal, jeopardizing my entire career. I had a lot on my mind with my exams and my search for an internship. Most of all, I was afraid to freak out the girl. I did what I had to do: I force myself to move on and forget this fantasy. I dated a little, without any thrill on my part, and by the end of the year I was resigned to satisfy …