Bared Soles 1207 - Editorial - Shy Leg Guy
Bared Soles 1207 - Editorial - Shy Leg Guy
I can’t tell you my name because I promised not to, but I can say that I’m a 20-year-old, single, and currently unemployed. I live in a small town where everybody knows everybody else. If anyone found out about the fact that I love legs as much as I do, well, it would be all over this tiny town in a heartbeat. I don’t want to be considered the town freak. People don’t have leg fetishes here. At least not like I do. I know that I am pretty much the odd man out.
But enough about this stinking town. Let’s talk about the best thing ever. To me, the sexiest part of a woman’s body are her legs and her tight, round ass. Whenever I see a lady with long, thick, toned legs, my penis gets stiff instantly and starts throbbing and then I have to masturbate as soon as I can.
Fiction - Lesson Day
She was tying her toe shoes, just like she did before every practice, wrapping the long, silky ribbons around her delicate ankles and winding them, carefully, delicately, up each shapely, nylon-lacquered calf with deftness. It was almost like a ceremony that seemed plucked from some ancient culture–it seemed that ritualistic.
And watching her perform this routine had become my ritual and practically an obsession.
Tessa’s feet were something of the divine and those shiny, pale pink toe shoes were like two lovely vaults that encased them perfectly and kept them safe. Those two enchanted slippers that turned them from mere biological perfection–heels to arches, ankles to each creamy, perfect toe–into something elfin and magical that allowed her to leap and flit and be graceful and slowly erotic. She became a beautiful hummingbird. She became a delicate nymph from a fairy tale, carried by an unseen-yet-thoroughly-mastered force across the floor by the jewels at the ends of her long, slender legs. I flt as if I could watch her forever, even if it was just this lacing of her shoes. It was enough for me to witness just that small, intimate moment of her alone with her laces.
Bared Soles 1007 - Editorial - Foot Worship
Bared Soles 1007 - Editorial - Foot Worship
I have had a relationship with a man called Fred for almost four years now. I have a wonderful, rich life, but no one I’ve dated gives me what Fred does. I can’t explain it, but it feels so good.
The day we met I was looking for shoes. I have very small feet, which I know that so many men like, but the truth of that is that very often I can’t find shoes that fit! When I want something nice to wear out, like heels or that sort of thing, finding tiny shoes is difficult, so I look for specialty shops that sell pretty things (usually pretty expensive things!) for ladies with big or small feet. And that is how I met Fred.
Bared Soles 1207 - Editorial - Foot Worship
Bared Soles 1207 - Editorial - Foot Worship
I have had a relationship with a man called Fred for almost four years now. I have a wonderful, rich life, but no one I’ve dated gives me what Fred does. I can’t explain it, but it feels so good.
The day we met I was looking for shoes. I have very small feet, which I know that so many men like, but the truth of that is that very often I can’t find shoes that fit! When I want something nice to wear out, like heels or that sort of thing, finding tiny shoes is difficult, so I look for specialty shops that sell pretty things (usually pretty expensive things!) for ladies with big or small feet. And that is how I met Fred.
Fiction and Articles - Plimption Hoisery Evaluation
Fiction and Articles - Plimption Hoisery Evaluation
Reginald Plimpton was a very nervous man, especially of late. Sitting at his newly acquired desk, he stared blankly at the green walls and swallowed hard and as he did his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down noticeably.
Despite his fine-tailored suit he never looked quite right, somehow always appearing as though he had purchased his apparel off the second– hand rack. He was perpetually concerned that his employees would think him an incompetent drone without any real vision. He thought they saw him as fortunate due both to an accident of birth and the recent passing of his elderly father–Reginald Plimpton Senior–to suddenly find himself at the helm of Boston’s largest hosiery design corporation.
Bared Soles 1007 - Editorial - Lingerie Department
Bared Soles 1007 - Editorial - Lingerie Department
I work in a major department store in the hardware department, selling workbenches, tools, that sort of thing. I’m management-level, though, and so when people don’t show up for work, sometimes they will shuffle us around. Last week, I could not believe my luck when fate sent me to the lingerie department for an entire week!
Bared Soles 1007 - Editorial - Perverse Pedicure
Bared Soles 1007 - Editorial - Perverse Pedicure
I will swear, up and down about a hundred times that I have never written a letter like this. For real, no joke. It’s just that very recently my eyes were opened to the joys of foot worship–the receiving end, actually–and I had to tell someone! I am a professional woman, divorced and in my early thirties. (Is that shocking? I have often wondered if girls ever write in to your magazine.)
I like to take care of myself and so for years, probably since I was just out of college, I have been getting regular manicures and pedicures, mostly by the same women at the same nail salon, week-in and week-out.
You make Speak…Bared Soles - Webmistress Angelina - Editorial
You make Speak…Bared Soles - Webmistress Angelina - Editorial
John was starting his first day at his new job. He was bored with his previous occupation as an accountant since he spent most of his time daydreaming that one day he might fulfill his fantasy to be a door-to-door ladies’ slipper salesman! He had managed to amass some money from his clients, packed his dull job in and spent the money buying his stock-ladies slippers, in all sizes, colors, and styles.
His plan was to visit houses in the morning, hopping that the ladies who answered were single, or that their husbands had gone to work. He hoped that they would be lonely and bored housewives who would let them touch their feet. He would take a selection of slippers in a bag and try and talk the ladies into buying a pair. Hopefully they would let him remove their old slippers from their feet and place the new ones on. He didn’t really care if they actually bought them. Just carrying out the act would be enough satisfaction for him!
Caroline Pierce Interview
It’s a total disgrace! The exquisite Caroline Pierce does not have a website, nor a fan club, something this elegant and sensual stunner
attributes to her “laziness.” But how could you call lazy a woman
who models, acts and has a flourishing career as a “professional naked person?” Once you’ve seen her photos and gotten to know her via this intimate interview, you’ll be on the bandwagon banging the drum for more of this witty, wanton woman. And if you help her get a website, we’ll all be thankful!
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You May Speak! - Bared Soles
My dear fellow Leg Sexers:
I don’t consider myself very kinky at all. I mean, I love your magazine and I like ladies’ legs and feet a lot, but it seems very normal to me. Even my most favorite thing in the world, which some ladies think is different, seems normal to me. And that is, I love to have a lovely lady sit on my face. My most favorite is when a lady has been wearing pantyhose and panties for all day, like from the time she got up in the morning, took a shower, got dressed, went to work and then came home after working all day.
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