Foot Fetish


50/50

The high school I went to was divided almost 50 / 50 along racial lines. That is, about half the students were white, and about half were "Indo-Canadian", either Hindu or Sikh. This might seem a bit odd to any Americans reading this story, but I assure you that it's true in at least a couple of places on Canada's west coast, where immigration from India has been rapid in recent years. I wouldn't even mention it, except that when I started hanging out with Rina, I immediately took a bit of heat from our respective racial communities. My friends really gave me a hard time about hanging around with a "packie" girl. I didn't let it bother me too much, because I had a huge crush on Rina.

Lesbian Contentment

"It's a red satin cincher with black stockings and hells. Red cami and tap pants. A nice English cincher with six garters as opposed to the American style with just four." Your voice was low, breathy, husky, enticing. You knew full well the effect your words were having on me. "I think the pants are a bit too much. Don't you feel overdressed?""Loose my tap pants? Do you think I would look better? The red of the cincher might clash with the red of my bush. Should I take them off? Just for you?". You were playing along now, teasing me, knowing that I was excited, could hear the excitement, the want in my voice. Growling low in my throat, "Yes, take them off. Just for me...

Me and Alice

We were 18, Me and Alice had been friends for about 5 years since high school and I had always thought she was incredibly sexy. She was not the best looking girl in the world, 5"8 with a cute face. She was a little on the chubby side but because of this her ass and tits benifited hugely. I would often go around to her house to meet her, we would have fun, talk about school and other stupid things but that was not why I was always there. Any time she would leave the room for a considerable amount of time ,for example to get the phone I would instanly run over to her dresser and pull out her underwear. I would rub it all over my face and take in deep breaths of her scent.

feet, a closer taste

When I was 18 years old, a close friend of mine introduced me to a click of friends he knew from an old neighborhood. They were all girls, go figure. The problem for me was that they were all 14 years old, just too young for my taste. They were fun to hang out with though. Being out of school for the summer and having my own wheels, I decided in my boredom to visit the girls on my own. Mary was out with her parents that day, leaving me with Nicole, Christine, and Janet and we played basketball outside for about two hours. Chris said that she was thirsty and Nicole happened to live the closest to the playground so we went to her house.