Five sizzling sex stories centered around Foot Fetishes, Light Bondage, and Bisexual Toy Play.
Follow me as I describe being tied and played with as I enjoy submitting to sensory play.
Also, two hot stories about having sex with my feet, allowing a man to orgasm over my nylon covered toes and feet.
A short story about doubling my pleasure with a girlfriend, as we explore the use of a her secret toys and how we satisfy one another.
And finally, a new way to perform oral sex is described in detail. Follow one of my friends as she shows us a new way to satisfy her man, and mine.
Should be a good read for those who enjoy a little kinky twist to ordinary sex.
Warning: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, foot sex, light bondage, girl-girl play, new way to perform oral!.
I finished polishing my toes the hot slut red color that drives my husband crazy. Seems a shame to cover them up with stockings, but that is how he likes it
My husband came home at six o’clock sharp, just as he always does. I was dressed to the nines just like he likes. Stockings, garters, high heels, low cut dress. I hoped he had not forgotten about our “date” night.
He stepped in the door and grabbed me in those strong arms and pulled me close for a long, sensual kiss. My knees were beginning to feel weak.
“Give me about ten minutes, and I’ll be ready to go,” he said.
As he disappeared into the shower, I fixed a couple of martini’s to get our night started. It couldn’t have been about 5 minutes before he appeared in the living room with his drink in hand. Sharply dressed, cleanly shaven, and looking so hot. My ***** began to get wet the moment I saw him.
“You ready, beautiful?” he asked.
“Absolutely! Where are we going?”
“It’s a secret, but you will like it.”
He helped me out of the door and into the car. I took the opportunity to watch his eyes as I slid my stocking covered legs into the car. The slit in the dress just showed the top on my stockings. I assume from the bulge in his pants that he approved.
We drove into the center of town and pulled up in front of the swankiest restaurants in the city. As we were shown to our table, I noticed that it was very dark inside. Each table only lit by one candle. Each table decorated with full length table cloth, exquisite flatware, and soft Italian operatic music played in the background.
As we sat and ate our appetizers, I slid off one of my shoes and ran my toes up inside his pant legs. I watched his eyebrows rise as he gave an approving grin in my direction.
“What’s the matter, you don’t like my foot on your leg?” I asked.
“You know I do. I love it. Just be careful,” he warned.
“Careful, what do you mean?” I asked as my leg was now inside his thigh reaching for his crotch.
“I don’t need any help getting excited. I want to take your feet and suck your toes right now.”
“So why don’t you?”
“Hmmmpf,” was all he could say.
Our dinner was filled with sexy glances and looks over the table at one another, while I continued to rub my foot up and down his legs.