Yep. The title says it all. A guy begged me to stomp his ballsack. I’m sorry in advance to people who see this as a relatively normal sexual activity; by no means am I judging anyone’s sexual preferences (well, except the obviously wrong ones). But for the most part, people are in varying shades of vanilla and an experience like this is extremely out of the ordinary.
At this time of the night, the lab was almost always deserted. That made it feel a little creepy, Jane thought. Maybe it was silly for a grown woman to be nervous, but as a researcher of dead civilizations, Jane often thought she could feel the arrayed millions of ancient dead watching her resentfully. Why had she dug up their stuff? What was she doing with it? Obviously this was all nonsense, but there you go. You just had to look at the elaborate death rituals of civilizations long gone to know that humankind had always been bothered by darkness.
Today, we look at what it is about feet that turns people on, and what you can expect if you want to meet feet singles.
Sasha didn't like to let on her attractions. It was nobody's business that she was interested in Jean, and nobody's business that she wanted her body. It wasn't right. It wasn't proper. And Sasha was nothing if not right and proper. Didn't she wear the flattest bras she could find to disguise her awful, enormous, gravity-defying breasts? Didn't she wrap herself in the baggiest clothing to hide her stubbornly sensual curves? There was no way, Sasha thought, that she was going to be one of those girls. She wouldn't wear lipstick. She wouldn't tease. And she certainly wouldn't be a lesbian.
Please read part 1 or part 2 if you haven't done so already. There's so much to go over still, and I want to make sure I am clear on stuff.
Karen's eyes fluttered open. Morning light slanted through her bedroom window as a bird sang somewhere close by. She wondered why she was sitting. Had she fallen asleep this way last night? How weird.
Alright so before I get started on this, I need to clarify something. I don't have a foot fetish but I do notice them.
So sub and dom drop is a drop that occurs after an intense scene. Some people also experience a drop after intense sex. This happens because adrenaline and endorphins spike during play, a scene and sex. Bottoms or sub types experience the drop more often. Most doms have never experienced a drop. This is because they may not experience as intense of a high as a bottom type does during a scene. The low percentage of reports of dom drop could also be because they maybe less likely to talk about it especially if it will cause them to be vulnerable.
So this happened at least two years ago and I was so stupid for not ending things sooner. I was on a certain site (I don't think they want this kind of publicity) and I was posting ads looking for a dom. A few days later after posting my first ad, I got a message from an older guy telling me he was looking for a sub type for his sub. I was intrigued so I messaged him back. We all got on a private group chat on Kik to talk to each other. I don't remember how soon this came out but at some point I found out that the guy was married but had this sub on the side of his marriage. I should have left at that point because I reasoned it away by saying his wife knew so it was ok. So I went on like normal and agreed to meet them.
So some men like the idea of seeing the woman they are with lactate, and some men even like tasting it and drinking it. I once had a request from a man to force lactation so that I can breastfeed him. Yep, this is a real fetish and a real request; that's why I'm writing about it to tell you how to do it and what else you need to know.
A Master and Mistress are kinds of doms in the BDSM lifestyle. I may say Master more in this post, but I will mean Master or Mistress. Mistresses and Masters are the same thing, but a Master is the male term and Mistress is female. A lot of people do this lifestyle very differently, but I will tell you the basics and what the majority of the community can agree on. They usually are with a submissive who identifies as a slave. I wrote a whole story on here about slaves. Slaves are sometimes seen as objects and belongings. Most of the time they're seen as property to their Masters, wearing a collar. Masters sometimes even name their slaves.
My day had been long—too long. I'd spent 10 hours on my feet at the diner, then another three in Advanced Geometry 701. Who knew grad school would be so much work? After slogging home through the rain, I was just about ready to throw down my bag and collapse. I dropped my raincoat on a chair, flopped onto our overstuffed green couch, and unhooked my bra. A wiggle here, a shimmy there, and I was finally, gloriously free of its constraints. This was the best part of my day. I can't walk around without a bra because my boobs are just too big and my nipples stick out like lighthouses whenever the temperature drops a degree—or when a cute girl walks in. But being bra-less was the next best thing to walking around naked.