Humiliated by the Landlady 4.6 (17)

A young man tells a story how he worshiped the feet of his landlady

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

A few years back I was looking for a place to live. I read the newspapers and called a couple of places. I spoke with a woman at one place who had a room for rent in her new townhouse. Since the rent was in my price range, I arranged a meeting with her.

When I arrived she gave me the cooks tour, showing me all of the facilities and the room that was available. I was 23 and she was a semi-attractive 33. She was tall, dark-haired, and sort of redneckish and simple.

I told her I would take the place and asked when could move in. I moved in the following week. After a few weeks, we got to get to know each other and started getting along fairly well. We would watch TV in the living room in the evenings and I would do my share of things around the house. Continue reading “Humiliated by the Landlady 4.6 (17)“

Fingers crushed at a concert 3.5 (6)

The author remembers his fingers being crushed at a concert

written by Heelvector
 original source of the story was Unknown source

It was at an amusement park that was to have a concert on this hot summers night. There were far too many people (over 3500 I found out later) for the concert area to hold and still allow people to see the bands. To make seeing the bands worse the paved ground of the concert area was higher at the stage and lower as you got farther from the stage.

There was a cement wall that bordered part of the concert area. This wall was bought about 2′ wide and 4′ high relative to the ground of the concert area. Behind the wall were grass and low shrubs that were the same height as the wall. The only easy way to get to the wall and grass/shrubs was from the concert area as behind this was a building.

The wall, grass, and shrubs were full of standing girls trying to get a better view of the bands. It was a hot summer night and the girls were sexily dressed to match the summer heat. As I looked up two girls particularly annoyed by the shrubs were holding hands jumping on them together, crushing them further and breaking their branches. I could hear the cracking as they yielded under their weight. This was going to be what I call a multilevel concert YES !! Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a concert 3.5 (6)“

Fingers crushed at a multilevel concert 4 (5)

The author remembers a finger crush at a concert

written by Heelvector
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I like to go to large sold out or near sell out “multilevel” concerts. You know where girls are standing on the field steps benches/chairs dancing in place. Their weight beautifully shifting from leg to leg foot to foot in time to the music..

After partying in the parking lot getting “primed”; the hot outdoors summers night and the music. The energy of girls dancing at a concert can be awesome.

At this concert there were very long concrete steps interfacing the field; to the upper level. This was packed with standing people. I saw a space on the steps between two standing girls and sat down. On my right was a tall girl with long straight dark hair wearing tight light colored jeans. After sitting there a couple of minutes I looked up and saw her legs and the curves of her beautiful “backside” moving to the music. Continue reading “Fingers crushed at a multilevel concert 4 (5)“

Triple Trample 4.8 (17)

The author remembers a trampling experience on a wedding he attended

written by Footpath
 original source of the story was Unknown source

Last night I attended a wonderful Polish/Hispanic wedding reception of about 150 people. It was held in a large catering hall designed to accommodate up to four receptions of about 280 people each. I was seated at a table with two young girls, aged 16. They were so hot but were constantly going in and out for cigarette breaks.

Seated four tables away were three HOT single women, all aged in their early thirties. Their names here are changed. Dawn, a very attractive woman with auburn hair, tied back in a loose swirl bun and dark brown eyes, stands around 5′-8″ with a medium-large 140 lb.-frame well supported by nicely shaped muscular legs. She was wearing shiny black strapless open-toed shoes with 3 to 3½-inch heels, which flared slightly to a tip of about 1¼-inch square and left distinctive marks in the carpet as she swayed and trusted sensually near her table seat to the music. Continue reading “Triple Trample 4.8 (17)“

Library Crush 3.2 (13)

A guy writes about a girl he met in a library

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

So there I was in the library looking for a book on how to use Lotus Smart Suite. As I was looking I could hear a heavy clomping sound echoing throughout the room. I listened and tried to figure out what it was and where it was coming from. I wished it was a gorgeous woman clomping around, but I figured my luck wouldn’t be that good and returned back to my quest.

The clomping continued and curiosity got the best of me. I went out amongst the rack of books looking for the source of the sound. I passed by one row and found it: a gorgeous redheaded girl about 18 strolling up and down the aisle looking for a particular book and wearing a gorgeous pair of 6-inch chunky platform heels! Perfect crushers.

I gazed down at the shoes and remembered all the stories I had heard about guys slipping their fingers under women’s heels and getting them crushed by “accident”. I had tried to do this a couple of times before, but never with any luck. I watched this girl gaze through the rows of books and noticed she was slowly pacing up and down the aisle, stopping and rocking a heel back. And these were platforms, so I imagine she wouldn’t feel it if she stepped on something and crushed it. Continue reading “Library Crush 3.2 (13)“

Luck of the Irish 4.4 (14)

A man writes about a memorable ride with four young dominant women on a train.

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

If you are anything like I am when it comes to reading these stories, EITHER you think …they are made up… or worse yet… “Why can’t they ever happen to me”? If it was not for the grin on my face and the fact I WAS there… I would not believe my luck…

I am visiting the USA after an extended leave and thought it would be nice to go to NYC for St. Patrick’s day. After a great night out with old friends as they were to return to work that Friday, I planned on my hang-over being on the commuter/Metroliner train that runs between NYC and Washington, DC. ONLY a few hours (which I later regretted was way too short!) by train where I would be able to sleep it off. So much for the plans of mice of men.

Arriving with only a small overnight bag at Grand Central Station, I proceed to buy a ticket on the local (being a cheap bastard and also was in no rush to return to DC), The Express runs hourly but the local is only when there is another train passing through –like the one from Boston to Florida.

I noticed there were many university students among the regular type travelers and remembered that their “spring break “ was about to start.
Florida is one of the “Hotspots.” I put on my iPod and sat in the middle of this sea of beauties with tight jeans and ‘lovely legs’ also waiting for their train. One set caught my attention. She had on these open back clunky 3” heels, which she kept playing with by taking her foot out and toying with them as they fell over and she had to pick them up with her toes. Continue reading “Luck of the Irish 4.4 (14)“

Caught out at the Movies part 2 3.9 (18)

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series Caught out at the Movies

The second part of the story about the consequences of the thief being caught by his prey

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

John made his way outside and turned to walk up a nearby alleyway when a voice behind him startled him. “Are you alright?” a female voice said. “you look like you’ve gone ten rounds with Ali,” she said. John turned and was confronted by three girls who grabbed him and pushed him into a car. John struggled but two were sitting on him in the back seat while the other one drove. The driver spoke, “Two weeks ago some asshole stole my purse while I was watching a film and I couldn’t figure out how until we saw you disappear under the seats tonight. We were the right opposite when you stopped and decided to move seats right on top of you.”

“Shit,” thought John “they weren’t late in,” John spoke out loud for the first time. “You knew I was there and you deliberately stood on my face, what sort of bitch are you.” Continue reading “Caught out at the Movies part 2 3.9 (18)“

Caught out at the Movies part 1 4.8 (6)

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series Caught out at the Movies

A story about a thief in a movie theatre

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

John could be classed as a typical teenager. It’s just, he was never that big. At 14 years of age, he still hadn’t reached the five-foot mark which was strange, to say the least for an African. John was not overly bothered about this problem however as he could put this to good use.

John firmly believed that any possible way of getting his hands on other peoples money was perfectly alright providing he never got caught and his latest little scam was working a treat. Allow me to explain. Continue reading “Caught out at the Movies part 1 4.8 (6)“

Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)

A story about a secretary hired to dominate her boss

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

I knew this was no ordinary office. The dress code alone was a tip-off as were the outrageous salaries. But I’d been desperate for a job any job that would allow me to stay in the city to be independent of the demands from which I’d yearned for so very long to escape. They’d conducted oodles of interviews and hours of testing and finally said my psych profile was ideal for it. Whatever that meant.

I was nervous the first day on the job but determined to brazen it out. Little did I suspect what I would be made to endure that first day. The secretaries were all stunning but it was something other than perfect features or perfect bodies that accounted for that. I’d never seen such an assortment of short skirts and low-cut blouses in a professional setting. Even more so I’d never seen people look so happy to be at work on a Monday morning.

No one spoke to me except to say good morning. They all smiled and nodded politely. There was a measure of vitality that was starkly different than all the other offices I’d worked in over the years. I’d been shown to my desk and told to have a seat there until the boss called me in. I’d met him briefly a couple of times in my second and third interviews after the long batteries of brain-picking tests. He’d struck me as average – average height dark and swarthy average build tending to lean if anything. His demeanor was anything but average. Continue reading “Miss Taylor Starts her New Job 4.6 (15)“

Three Tramples 4.4 (25)

A female author remembers multiple quick trample opportunities from her past

written by Unknown author
 original source of the story was Unknown source

This happened on a school camp that I attended when I was about 15. My girlfriends and I had all been for a bit of a hike and at the end of it we all sat or lay down to rest. There were four boys lying flat on their backs right in the trail back down the way we had come. They were talking to each other and basically just relaxing. I was chatting to two of my friends as I watched them, I knew all of the boys as they were in the same years as me at school. I whispered to my friends to follow me, and getting up I walked down the track.

Quickly placing one foot on the stomach of the first boy I stepped up and walked over to the second boy, and from him onto the third, and then finally onto the fourth. There was no real protests, just a few comments like “hey” and “what the …” I looked back to see one of my girlfriends had followed me step for step, but when she got to the third boy he grabbed her foot causing her to fall on top of them. They started to wrestle with her and trying to hold her down, so I dashed back and actually managed to stand on one boy’s shoulder and another’s leg as I helped her get up. We scuffled around for a while, with me treading on every body part I could find, finally someone’s head presented itself, so I stepped full on his face, squashing his nose flat, as I climbed up over the heap of people. There were four of them so it was no contest really, but it was a great trample opp.

Continue reading “Three Tramples 4.4 (25)“