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”
The author wrote about the time he spent worshipping a waitresses feet
I recently started a new job and I have to take some training classes. The classes are two days long, held two weeks apart and in a different midwestern city each time. This past week we were in Chicago and I had an incredible experience.
I arrived on Sunday afternoon and checked in to the hotel. There were over 20 restaurants in the area, but being tired from traveling, I decided to walk across the parking lot and eat a light meal at a Denny’s.
There was almost no one in the Denny’s – just me and an elderly couple, and there were at least 6 waitresses. My waitress took my order and I flirted a little with her. Much to my surprise, she flirted back. As I finished my meal, I took a chance and decided to ask her a question.
“So why is Denny’s waitress wearing high heeled shoes?” I asked.
“Oh, these?” She looked embarrassed. “I had to go to a birthday party for my grandmother today and I forgot to bring my tennis shoes to change into, so I am stuck working my shift in these things.” She picked up her left foot and rolled it at the ankle several times. She had great feet – maybe size 6. I could tell they had recently been pedicured, and her toenail polish was light pink. I felt a stir in my pants. Continue reading “Chicago Training”
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 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”
The author asked a few girls on a festival to step on him for the camera
Every year at this time the inland Australian city of Tamworth hosts the annual Country music festival. I had a job that took me there for the weekend so thinking there would be lots of women around being trampled may be a possibility. I took my video camera to catch any action.
I arrived in the late afternoon. The weather was warm but nice and sunny. I was not required until midday on Sunday so that gave me all of late Saturday afternoon and night to look around. I’m into barefoot trampling so women wearing sandals, thongs, etc caught my eye. Most of the main streets were closed to cars so everybody could move around freely. There were buskers everywhere: singing, playing guitars… Continue reading “Country Music 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”
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”
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”