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Snake Skin Boots : Fetish story

I watched her move toward me in the bar. There were just a few people left as the night wore away. The bar was open until dawn, but most people were already gone just after midnight. It was a weekend, and this was a working town, so only a few stragglers like myself, and the lady now walking up to me remained. She looked almost vampiric in her attire and her appearance. She seemed both sexy and sinister, as she strode across the broken peanut shells and the occasional napkin to my seat, and stood there before me, regarding me in silence. I looked up at her, inspecting this lady who had just walked up to me so confidently. She was a little shorter than me, lean, but strong and healthy looking, full of life. She had a beautiful face, unmarred by makeup, except for perhaps powder. She was very pale, adding to that night-mistress look to her. She wore a black velvet vest over a black silk blouse. Her hips were embraced tightly with a leather miniskirt, jet black in color as well. She wore a slender silvery belt that hung loose against her hip, obviously more for show than for holding that skirt, which looked almost painted on, up to her body. It wasn’t going to just slide down, belt or not. She wore a black collar, made perhaps of velvet as well, over something more firm. Leather, or even metal, I could not tell. There was a d-ring on the collar. But, what got my attention the most was her boots. All my life, I have had a thing for those thigh high boots… and the ones she wore were of my favorite variety… lacing from the ankle all the way up the front. Not surprisingly, these were also black, and appeared to be snakeskin. The scales were very shiny, gleaming under the lights that splashed over my table. I looked down at her boots for a bit more, rather captivated by them, and she suddenly brought the chair across from mine out from the table, and put her foot up on the chair, raising the boot, for closer inspection.

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The Bermuda Triangle : BDSM story

Watching the semi push itself backwards into the loading dock, Nicole looked on as she stood with her weight resting upon one of her sexy legs. The 5’10” brunette gazed away as the vehicle finally hit the two yellow posts and consequently came to a halt. Wearing her blue jeans and a black T-shirt, the dark eyed feline walked over to the side of the driver’s cab and looked up. Returning the glance, the truckdriver said, “ Five scids for you.” Nicole only responded with a bored look as the man descended the vehicle and followed her into the receiving area.

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Crimson Kiss. : Erotic story

A small red headed woman stood in the back of the church and sent of book hymns flying towards the casket that lay covered with roses underneath the altar at the front of the church. The book hit the casket, hard, and bounced onto the floor, sliding to a stop at the feet of the man who was currently speaking. He knelt, a grin hidden beneath his veil of blonde hair, and picked the book up, cradling it to his chest. People stared in disbelief at the small woman and a few women cried with renewed tears but the woman paid them no mind, maintaining a cold glare at the blonde man, hands firmly on her hips and lips pursed. Even though she was incredibly red with anger she was still gorgeous…

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