The author wrote about his experiences with back-popping
A few years ago I was working for a small company that was really great. At some point, I had every female co-worker walk or step on me at one time or another. Our boss had his wife working in the accounting department. She was very attractive, a little short but very well built. She always dressed impeccably. I decided to see if I could get her to walk on me by using the back-popping trick. Continue reading “Boss’s wife at work 4.5 (13)“
The author wrote about an interesting experience from his collage days
This is a true story from about five years ago when I was in college in Boston. I’m not mentioning the college, and the girl’s name has been changed to Sara for the sake of this story.
The first three years of my college experience were spent in a coed dorm. In my Freshman year, my roommate became friendly with a Brazilian girl who lived two floors below us. My roommate and I hung out with the same people, and our click of friends would always go out together. This girl, Sara, was always around, and always with us. Sara was olive-skinned with shoulder-length black hair, with attractive hazel eyes. She stood about 5’9″, my height, and had a curvy athletic figure. She was definitely a sexy girl. Sara began making visits to our room around September, so it was still warm. She was always either barefoot or wearing sandals. Simply put, her feet were mouth-watering; tan, slender, high arcs, long toes….and best of all two silver toe rings on each foot. As much as I wanted her feet in my mouth and my tongue between her toes, I never paid too much attention to her until one Friday night at a party I saw her walking on some guy’s back. This obviously caught my attention. I watched this from about 15 ft away. When she was finished I told her “You need to do that to me sometime.” “Anytime, just stop by my room.”, she replied. Continue reading “Under Sara 4.7 (17)“
A fantasy fulfilled when Mandy helps to “pop” his back by walking on it
This story is the first of many trampling experiences I had with a girl named Mandy. She was 21 years old and a college student at the local university. Shoulder length black hair, weighed about 105 pounds (48 kg) and very attractive. Mandy also had fairly big boobs for as skinny as she was. My sister and her were close friends.
While driving home one evening I was actually fantasizing about how much I wanted Mandy to walk all over me. Well, I pulled into the driveway and, to my surprise, her car was sitting there. I thought it was a sign from the gods. My heart began to pound and I started thinking of any possible way to get her to step on me. I’m kind of shy about my fetish so my plan was to get her alone at some point and figure it out from there.
Continue reading “Mandy 4.8 (16)“
high school boy finds a friend who doesn’t mind stepping on him
It’s Thanksgiving weekend in Canada and things are kind of chaotic at my friend’s house. The more I heard of her family’s plans for the weekend, and the more she talked about relatives coming to her house, I was afraid she wouldn’t trample me again for a while.
But she agreed to slip away with me into her room, under the guise that we were having a private talk, and quietly put on her new stilettos.
Continue reading “Schoolgirl trample in high heels 4.4 (20)“
first trampling experiences, barefoot to begin with and then heels
This is a true story about my first trample experience
A couple years ago I finally got to be trampled. I had always wondered and dreamed of what it would be like to have a girl trample me and finally I got to find out. I was hanging around my house with one of the girls who lives in my neighborhood and mentioned that my back was killing me. She offered to massage it for me so I let her. While I was on my stomach she was pushing on my back trying to work out the kinks.
Finally she said she was getting tired and was going to try something different. As I lay there, I all of a sudden felt her step on my back and then she started walking around on my back. At first I was really surprised. I always dreamed of this but never expected someone to just do it without even asking her to.
Continue reading “My first trample experiences 4.4 (10)“
To repay a guy for great massages, a woman walks on his back. That happens even when she’s wearing heels !
My wife has a friend who walks on my back every time she visits and she is wearing heels every time.
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Rachel gets in great shape and the tables start to turn . . .
Well all those many months of exercise really seemed to give Rachel confidence that she never seemed to have before. I guess getting much more attractive during the key life-transition period of middle school will do that for a girl, especially after a long youth of being fairly chubby, unattractive and invisible. So she had a stronger personality now. She was a totally cute, ball of fire.
Continue reading “My dance partner Rachel (Part 2) 4.9 (8)“
A long read but hopefully an interesting one. This story is about normal adolescent changes as well as the awakening of a young man’s trample fetish.
1967 United States
My Dad left before I was in kindergarten so it was just Mom and me in the house while I was growing up.
To do something fun (& cheap) during my childhood, Mom would dance with me in our cavernous basement. She set up the stereo down there with her record collection. When she was young a thousand years ago everyone danced to big band jazz. And not only did Benny Goodman get his due, her high school also provided classes in ballroom dancing, which Mom took every year. So the end result was she knew the music and steps of most every major dance: the foxtrot, lindy hop, quick step, waltz, rumba, you name it.
As a little kid this was a fun activity and our basement sock hops went on for years at least a couple of times per week. With so much practice I ended up getting pretty good and could easily fling Mom around the dance floor with all the right moves.
By the time I turned 12, however, suddenly dancing with Mom had become kind of icky. I started declining her invitations to dance parties more and more often and she soon figured out what was up. So she said “maybe you’d like to dance with someone your own age ?” In my tween angst I wasn’t too excited about that idea either but Mom wanted me to have at least some social experience. So she arranged for a girl in the neighborhood to come over and I grudgingly agreed.
Continue reading “My dance partner Rachel (Part 1) 4.8 (6)“