Straight To Hell (Sex Stories)

Not gonna touch that one.

Perhaps we should open a hip-replacement boutique at Cheez Whiz, Helin. I could use a couple myself.
And as far as the shorties go, I've always said big surprises come in small packages. Speaking of which, where the hell is Pinto?

Swear to god Hattie, someone told me yesterday that he is in town as we type. And Gobs is due any day now! Watch out winter revelers...

I heard a real "steamy" story about you Helin. I wonder if it's the same one you wanted to tell us on the last page?

my first m2m experience happened last year. My former landlord (a divorced tall 40 y/o german stud) accidently found a stack of fetish mags that I had left out one day. He was in the rental to fix the sink and I forgot. That weekend he came by and asked me not to leave my personal stuff lying around. I was so embarrrassed. He was cool though and we struck up a discussion about desires and fetishes. What I didn't realize was that he was bisexual and into kink. I was into heel worship, B/D and sexy women, BUT have a strong bi-streak. He admitted that he thought I was sexy and liked that I was into fitness and dance. We talked for hours about life,women/men, sex and experiences. He admitted to having a serious male foot fetish and being a TOP. I wasn't sure what to say but we parted on good terms. A week later he came by around 3pm on a rainy day. He brought me a surprise. I opened the bag he handed me and found a shoe box with sexy 6" black patent stilletto high heels!!! I nearly passed out. He watched me carress and admire them. Then asked me to worship them for him. I closed the blinds sat on the couch and started licking and smooching the sexy shoes. He smiled and told me he liked the way I used my toungue. We talked about fantasies and I pulled out my stash of rubber, bondage, TV/TS, legshow mags and we looked through them. I was so touched and turned on. He admitted to being in lust over my feet and legs and begged me to take off my sweat pants. I smiled and exited to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and slipped into a RED THONG I had bought in Mexico. I walked out and he just turned all shades of red. I sat on the counter and started flexing my legs, pointing my feet and spreading my toes. After several awkward moments he dropped to his knees and started sucking my toes and licking my soles. It drove me nuts. I kept thinking how it was so wrong but it really felt HOT. I slipped down and moved across to the fridge. We spent two hours exploring how things tasted on my feet, squishing stuff that he would lick off as he played with himself. Eventually he got to his feet, pressed me against the fridge and started toungue-kissing me while carressing my ass. I squirmed and begged him to stop. I turned away in shock and he came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing my neck and groping for my cock. I arched and twisted begging him to chill out but loving his desire. He begged me in turn to use my feet on his cock (which I did). He came all over and I couldn't believe how turned on we both were. Whenever I see him now he whispers about me wearing toe rings, walking on my tippie-toes and/or tying up my ankles and licking my soles.

It was unreal. and I loved it...

What a tender and erotic story about a fetish that drives so many of us totally wild. Keep up the stories and welcome to the boards.

Wow! What a fab story to wake up to. Portland is such a rich city, so many interesting people. Were you at any of the parties we did in Portland this past year?
http://www.queenmother.tv/outandabout/pony.html

I've been here less than 3 years and I am just starting to explore fetish and kink. I admit I am str8 sexually. But I do get off on m2m fetish and bondage. I also fantasize about Being Dommed by a Masc Queen in sexy heels...

I'm also really interested in trying out stocking and heels myself. I have muscular "frog legs" and thick curvy calves, soft, high arching size 11 feet and (I'm told anyway) hot even "square" toes. I like wearing flip flops and walking on my tip toes. I guess high heels is the next logical progression.

now THAT'S a first post!!!

welcome softy...

Daddy, would you care to explain this to me?

I don't know...
Is that like say after you do your wife's roots and take the leftover bleach and paint a stripe down the center of your head, accentuating your faux-hawk?



[This message was edited by daddy on 12-30-01 at 12:01 PM.]

Didn't she star in "Gia?"

That was faux-poo

Hello everyone, I was at the Pink Slipper and promised Johnny I would post. Hi Johnny.. Anyway as soon as I have a new story to share I will post it. Went to the the Smack Party with Dale and Champagne after PTM around 3:30, it was still fairly delish and so was this cute boy I met, alas that might of been a story but I promised the gurls I would drive them home. Till next time.

Hey Sheril,
Nice to meet you at PTM last week.
Don't wait till you get a new story...
just make one up.

(I fixed the pic in your profile so it comes in now )

What steamy story? I havent been in this topic for a few days, now tell me what steamy story?? I have been very good, now that I am taken.... spew it ....lol

Just a little sumthin' I heard about you. Let's just say it was "steamy"!

I dont really have any shame anyway!

I think we are drifting here.
Let's get back to STH stories!

Sweetie,
Hows about another tale from the "dark" side?

Hello. Right off the bat - I am a genetic girl. I could not resist posting after I read some of these encounters, though I realize you boys don't care much about the puss. Softsoles, darling, you inspired me to spill. When I first came to NY (8 years ago, I am 25) my experiences prepped me for times to come.
I used to pick these testosterone puppets up out side of bars (bouncers, oui) and get them to take me home. A schoolgirl skirt will do wonders. But, here in NY, these "str8" men require more than what's under mine. The first guy was wonderful. Muscular, dumb, and very inventive. So inventive he pulled out a strap-on when we got home. Every 17 year old girl's dream. So, I strapped it on and made him crawl around and lick at it like the hungry puppy that I had been earlier that night. What's a girl supposed to do then? He squealed like I should have. What makes this story intriguing, though, is how he told me afterwards he has to confess (as in Catholic) every week about his "weakness". I think that was the binding factor. I assumed the weakness was not the young chick-with-a-dick, but the dick under a Catholic-school veil. Welcome to New York. Straight To Hell.