We wander into the sex shop in the gay part of town. It is a rather conventional shop, by most standards, but oh, they have shoes. Stripper shoes a mile high, with clear heels and diamantes, platforms in white, red and black, ribbons and shiny leather.

I search through sizes while he idly browses beside me. I point some out to him, “Look, look at these, these are fabulous!!” He smiles and nods approval, “Yes Ma’am”. I find a size 13 and beckon him over. It takes him a second to realise that they are for him.

“Try them on”, … Continue Reading

Flesh on flesh, I am shoving at him, keeping my body off his cock (my cock), no contact there, but otherwise I am all over him with limbs everywhere, skin slipping against him, my mouth open and demanding, feeding off him with the violence of need. He is splayed open on the bed and I am pushing and smashing against him, he is desperate to do what I want, aroused and hungry and confused.

I want his arse, my fingers, my knuckles pushing against the sensitive skin, thrusting against him, grabbing roughly at his balls, he tries to open himself … Continue Reading