The author wrote a hot story about a man who finally got the guts to get his Chinese back massage fantasy fulfilled.
So this was it!
The day had finally come.
Since booking the appointment he had thought of little else. He always wanted to go before, but just never had the guts. Until he saw the advert in the newspaper and on impulse picked up the phone, he was glad he did.
So finally, his fantasy was going to come true.
As fantasies go, it wasn’t a particularly complicated one, he just always got hard, OK real hard whenever he thought of a petite Chinese girl walking on his back, needless to say, trips to China Town were always a little uncomfortable.
He knew where it had started from.
As a young teenager, he had a Chinese friend who had the prettiest older sister out of all the friends with sisters he knew. Her name was Sally Li. He had always been entranced with her feet. Especially when once, his friend and he were watching a film that had a scene of a man getting a Chinese back massage. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if it were his back that the girl in the movie was walking on when the friend’s sister walked in, then all he could think of were her beautiful tiny feet walking on his back. From then on it became his main fantasy to jack himself off to from then on. Continue reading “China Town”
The author wrote a very brutal trample fantasy that started with some, what would later seem like light trampling in cleats, a recovery phase, and then some brutal trampling that ended fatally.
I reluctantly agreed to play a round of football, even though I had no gear and the field looked pretty muddy after a lot of rain. The things you do for friends with sad puppy dog expressions.
Dressed in just shorts and a T-shirt, without shoes we walked down to the field and found it was still raining a little bit. I spotted a group of women in full uniforms and even matching football boots on the field kicking a ball around. All of them looked fit and hot.
Our stupid friend arrived looking as disheveled as we did. I pointed out the women and he said that was the team we were playing against!! He had apparently lost a bet with one of them and this was his chance to break even. We were all shocked, bad enough we were playing women but fit, hot women who clearly knew what they were doing?!?! We were toast. Continue reading “On the Field”
The author writes how he introduced trampling to his previously unaware girlfriend.
This is a true story about my girlfriend and me.
Her name is N. A little description of her; she has huge, strong legs, like 10cm shorter than me. She weighs 79kg. She is pretty with black hair, light brown eyes, and a beautiful body more like a BBW but she doesn’t have too much fat, she is more like chubby. Her feet are size 9 and they are very very soft with no wrinkles. Her skin is so soft and smooth everywhere and smells like light sweet milk. Her boobs are even softer.
How we met
I met her in the elevator of our condo a couple of times and soon we became friends and exchange numbers. She always wears long trousers, blouse and sneakers, not totally my type of girl so I did not really notice her beauty and even when she was texting me, I was like taking all the time in the world to answer.
Then, one day I was already in the lift and then she came in, wearing shorts and a normal T-shirt, not too tight and not too large, like just right. The elevator was full of people and when the door opened for her to come in, she immediately looked down, entered, and turned around. I was just behind her, but she did not notice when she turned around. This day she was wearing flip flops and when I looked down, I saw her strong legs and calves. Damn, they were huge. I saw her feet, so white and they appeared to be really soft. Her toes were without nail polish, but they appeared to be shiny and well pedicured. I was in total shock. Continue reading “The Girlfriend”
The author writes about his trampling opportunities with female coworkers and how it all started.
This is a true story currently happening to me. I am an engineer working in an engineering company where there are 3 women doing; IT support, technical drawing, and the last one is an admin. This company has also three male bosses who are usually not in the office. They rather spend time outside meeting with clients and often return to the office in the evenings. So, the whole day I am alone with these three women. This company also accepts a lot of intern students mostly girls around 19 to 22 years old to help them in their tasks and also to promote education and universities. Continue reading “Company trample”
This is a longer multi-part story about mother/daughter trampling and dancing on a male friend.
I got very inspired when I discover some nice stories about trampling here. Those stories I could relate to some of my own experience, one especially is an older woman, around 62 years old at the time and was still good looking for her age. A very active woman, sporty and healthy. She lived alone and her name is Lena. She weighted about 140Ib (70 kg), tall body and not at all fat, with brown shoulder-length hair. Lena`s feet were broad foot soles, meaty and strong with well-shaped toes.
Why Lena inspired me is her difference in attitude. She was nice and friendly and had an odd sense about men, not that she hated men or thought of herself being superior in any way. We became friends because I once helped her when she came home from the hospital, after an accident with her left arm. We lived in the same neighborhood and I used to shop for her as to unload her tasks. Lena was very happy about that and often invited me for coffee.
I was amazed how strong she was and she talked often about her training and workouts. I discovered her feet which were very beautiful and she seemed to sweat a lot, accordingly when I from time to time either take off my shoes or put them on I always needed to bow down to get a good glimpse of inside her shoes. Her shoes were well-worn and at times I could almost feel the warm scent from some of her shoes. Lena had all kind of shoes at the door entrance. I began to dream about her feet and imagine her trampling me. Continue reading “The love for feet”
A brutal fantasy about trampling by multiple women willing to inflict pain and damage.
Joe sighed as he thought about the bar where he took a job last month. It was Friday morning and he knew that he would be so busy, too busy to take a break and his boss was a bitch as well. She seemed to dislike him personally.
He always got the worst jobs like cleaning up the restrooms after someone “yacked on the phone or pissed everywhere”. It was a funny thing but the women’s washroom was always dirtier than the men’s. Jana always found something nasty for Joe to do but “what choice do I have?” thought Joe.
I want to go back to school to get my degree so I can get a better job, but this job will have to do for now as I have to pay my own way; dam my sister for using up all the college money. There’s none left for me.
Anyway, I enjoy looking at Jana; she had the biggest boobs and they were perky too, just like a 20 yr old, nice long legs too! And for some reason, Jana always wore high heels even though she was tall. About 6′ without the heels Joe estimated so he always had to look up at her when she ordered him about the bar. For some reason, this always turned him on. Continue reading “Ladies Night Out”
The author remembers tricking a friend into crushing his fingers unknowingly
It started from a conversation with a woman named Cindy. I had worked with her for a while at the bookstore and now that we were both on to more “professional” careers I thought I could utilize our acquaintance for some hand crushing and trampling.
I decided to call her and explain that I was working with a friend who shot demos for shoe company commercials. These demos were NOT commercials themselves but spot demos that gave the client an idea of what the real ads would entail. I told her that I needed a shoe model and that we would be able to pay her $20.00 an hour. She agreed and I got her shoe size (7 ½) and set the date. Continue reading “True Finger Crushing”
The author remembers an unknown multi-crush experience under a plywood board
I’m middle-aged now, but as I grew older, and still an avid crush lover for
30 or 40 years, I’ve expanded my need for good, serious crushings. I’ve owned several houses. A few had finished basements. One, in particular, had a wet bar, TV, a pool table, two sofas, and several chairs and was well suited for what was planned.
My girlfriend, thinking we would marry, would do anything for me. I asked her for her help in coming up with a plan to satisfy (at least for a while) my multiple woman crush fantasy. She said, “OK but what can I do?” I paused and said “Throw a party in three weeks for all of your girlfriends, with free food and drinks and secret gifts. I’ll pay for everything.”
I told her that I was going to build a “false floor” at the base of the stairs down to the basement. My mind was racing with the thought of being under several attractive, sexy women in flowing dresses and high heels. Continue reading “False Floor Crush”
The author wrote a fantasy about a dominant girl who realized and tested her influence over a younger boy
On his way home from skateboarding at the park, Bobby took his usual route. He always detoured a couple of blocks out of his way so he would pass by Lindsay’s’ house. After all, there was always a chance he would catch a glimpse of her. He would do almost anything to see her shapely muscular legs and curvy young figure. Her smooth tanned skin, soft black hair and lovely green eyes filled his thoughts as he walked slowly along.
As he rounded the corner and headed up her street it was obvious today was his lucky day! There she was on the front porch painting her fingernails. His heart began to beat faster as he drew nearer to her house. Would she talk to him, or even notice him? Should he say something to her?
Out of the corner of her eye, Lindsay saw him coming down the street. She noticed how he seemed nervous, trying not to look like he was staring. She was amused because she knew what a huge crush he had on her. She felt little for the 14-year, other than that it was fun to torment him. The things she could make him do with just a wink and a smile amazed her. The power she had over him was intoxicating and she couldn’t help herself. If he was willing to offer himself up for her abuse that was his problem. She smiled to herself as he made his way past her. A cruel idea popped into her pretty head. Today she could have some fun with him! Continue reading “Lindsay’s Toy”
The author remembers his older sister’s 16th birthday
My sister Heather had always been what my mother called a “Clothes Horse”. She was always very concerned with the way that she looked, even around the house. Her make-up had to be perfect, her clothes had to be top notch and very expensive, her long curly blonde hair was always ready to be photographed. She is six years older than me and I grew up watching her and her friends labor over looking like a model.
I had been interested in trampling since before I was in kindergarten, mostly because of the things she had done to me. When I was barely old enough to walk, and she was 7 or 8 she would pin me under her feet while she sat on the couch and rub my face and chest with them while she looked down at me and giggled. Continue reading “Sweet Sixteen”