Looking down she trailed her fingers along the parallel lines of her suspender straps. The smooth sensation of the belt gripping her soft flesh; snug but not too tight, gripping but not biting. Picking up one stocking she worked her fingers to the toes, bunching up the flimsy nylon. Rolling the fabric over her toes,... Continue Reading →
The barefoot sub and her barefoot friend went out to play. It's sinfully good to be barefoot in company.
I encased my feet in wax so as to stop them from running away. Actually that's not entirely true. My heart is not encased in stone. It beats on even when it feels like it is forever broken. Love can hurt, but not loving hurts even more. And it would take more than a little... Continue Reading →