I have never worn rubber boots in public. For someone who has authored a site like this one, it’s a pretty terrific thing to admit. Which means I’ve also never been on my own mudding adventure. At least half of my erotica content is dedicated to the WAM brand of the footwear fetish (possibly more–I’ve…

Elaine Arbogast placed a wedge of coffee cake in front of Brandon. He looked down at the crumbled topping, which had slid onto the bone china like an indelicate avalanche.  His father’s beloved Wedgewood—the ones with the gold band and the scalloped edge which used to be reserved for Sunday afternoon visits from his grandmother….