The Morning Ritual

A fantasy about a public place tramping by a knowing trampler

Mike Soyer was a thirty-five-year-old single factory worker who loaded trucks for a living. His normal shift Sunday through Thursday night started at 8 pm and ended at 4 am. Every morning after work he would hang around for an extra half hour until Lee’s 5&10 shop opened so he could pick up his paper and lottery tickets, which he bought every Tuesday and Friday morning religiously. Once in a while, Mike would take a buttered roll, which was pre-wrapped and placed in a stack by the counter. Mike started going into Lee’s 5&10 about fifteen years ago. He became a friend with Jon Lee and his daughter, Hun over the years. Mike was devastated when Jon Lee passed away five years ago from a heart attack. His daughter Hun took over the business soon after. Although many thought she couldn’t handle it since she was only twenty-four at the time and such a petite young thing, standing only 5’2 and 105 pounds at best however Hun Lee surprised everyone and kept that store running in top shape. Mike was usually her first customer of the day. Continue reading “The Morning Ritual”

Sophomore Trample

The author remembers an occasional trampler from his school years

This is all completely true. When I was a Sophomore in high school my English teacher was one of those who really didn’t care about the students and so really didn’t pay attention to what they did( thank God).

Anyway, I was taking Mythology which was a class where students of all different high school levels were in. I made it a point to lay in between two aisles of desks and make like I was tired. Well, there was a girl I knew (a senior) who was so beautiful that all the guys get caught drooling while staring at her (Let us call her Nicole). Nicole saw me in “her” aisle and as her seat was the last one she would have to get past me. That particular day she was wearing 3″ high heels. Continue reading “Sophomore Trample”

First high heeled crush

A short recollection of a quick unknown hand crush

I have recently remembered an event that was probably my first high heeled crush. I would have been about 12 and I was at a jumble sale!
There was a woman, a redhead, standing on piles of clothes that had fallen off the stall. She was wearing brown high heels. As she moved along the stall she continued to trample on the fallen clothes. Continue reading “First high heeled crush”

Damsel in Distress

A short fantasy about a guy used as a footpath in a puddle

It was a typical late spring day in the midwest. Morning sunshine followed by a sudden downpour only to give way to clear skies. Being an electrician, Bill had spent his share of time out in all kinds of weather. Today was no exception as he had gotten soaked working on some lights in the parking lot of a suburban shopping mall. The workday was done and he was headed to his truck when he was struck by an absolute vision approaching him from the mall.

Beautiful shoulder length blonde hair, about five foot four made taller by the 4-inch heels on the white pumps she wore. She was a goddess in a white floral print dress that showed off her figure and fell just above the knees of her gorgeous legs. Continue reading “Damsel in Distress”

Christmas Night Unknowing Finger Crush

The author’s recollection of an intense finger crush on a dance floor

This event took place on December 25th, 2004 at a small local bar/club, which one of my friend’s parents owns. When I was in High School with him around grade 11 and 12 we use to go there quite often since his parents owned the place and liked me and gave us free drinks on many occasions. That night I did not go with my friend who’s parents own the bar since he’s currently in Paris, instead, I went there alone to go see his older female cousin who works there and his mother.

The entrance to the place is at ground/street level, but as you walk down a short luminous corridor there are flights of stairs that descend approximately one floor below street level. The bar is right in front of you as you reach the bottom and it’s shaped like an L and there are mirrors all over the place and bottles and cups hanging from the ceiling above the staff. As you walk further into the bar there is a large aquarium built into the wall with about ten fish in it. Once you pass the aquarium and go through a poorly lit door you enter the dance area with large speakers in all the corners and a crappy DJ booth on the upper right-hand side on a platform. Continue reading “Christmas Night Unknowing Finger Crush”

Valerie Stomps a Nerd

The author wrote a fantasy about special abs training program developed by a female gym teacher

At Foothills College, there was a guy named Bryce who was truly a nerd. He was very smart but had neglected both his physical fitness and his social life.

One day, cheerleader Valerie entered the gym and almost tripped over Bryce, who was lying on a mat on the floor, trying to do a sit up. As his large glasses kept slipping down his nose, he asked Valerie if she would hold them in place for him while he tried to sit.

“Even better, I’m going to take them off and put them on the table! You don’t need to wear them when you’re exercising,” she said. “Besides, you look better without them.” Continue reading “Valerie Stomps a Nerd”

Trampled by a Friend

The author remembers a trampling experienced with a friend.

I thought I would share what happened to me last night.

I had a friend over, about 5-6, 140 lbs and I asked her to walk on me. I have two weeks left here before I move so I decided what the hell.

She said sure, and as I laid down on my back. She was surprised. She said: “I thought you meant your back.”

I said: “No, I want you to walk on my front.”

She said: “I don’t want to hurt you,” but I said, “you won’t,” and she agreed. I asked her to keep her shoes on and again she was shocked but agreed. She was wearing white platform sandals with big bulky heels, little red skirt, and a white tank top. Continue reading “Trampled by a Friend”

Trampled by my teacher

The writer remembers being trampled by a young female teacher

It was my senior year of high school, and Ms. M had been a fantasy for the last three years. She literally was a Greek Goddess.

She stood about 5′ 5″ tall and weighed about 115 lbs. She had dark hair, brown eyes, a smile that was so bright that a blind man could see it. She had beautifully tanned skin and because she attended aerobics classes on a regular basis she had the most incredible legs I had seen on a beautiful woman. What I admired most about this lady was the fact that while the rest of the female population of the world was converting to wearing chunkier lower heeled shoes, she stayed true to her 3-3 1/2 spike heels. Continue reading “Trampled by my teacher”

Two Girls Trample

The author remembers his first double trample

This morning I watched bounce on chuck head and it reminded me of the first time I had two women at the same time trampling me with reckless abandon. It was about 12 years ago and I met them in a club.

I have become adept at picking the right type of women who might be talked into dancing on my body. I look for women wearing the highest heels available and for women wearing shorter skirts to show off their legs also women who wear patterned nylons or ankle bracelets. Next, if they spend a lot of time rocking on their heels or putting all of their weight on their heels they pique my interest. Sometimes they even deliberately step on things on the floor such as napkins or pieces of ice or anything else that crosses their path. Continue reading “Two Girls Trample”