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I would love to hear about your friend and her hatred of ants. Doesn't matter to me what kind or how small the bug, just as long as its a woman squashing him.
Sorry dude I made a similar request to this a while back but some Darth-Vader asshole on here said we can't do crush fetish. But I do I wish were we can find some websites that indulge in crush fetish stories since freefootstories.com is no longer available if any of you do know or find a website email me at random_9@live.com .
There ARE other avenues a crush fetish can take, you know. For example, I love to see women crush things under their feet, but NEVER live things of any kind. I think a woman stepping on toys or model cars/buildings is quite a turn-on. And I'm sure if you look around, you can find stories like that.
Ok seriously pal who are you to judge other people look i'm on the same page with you on the little animals (anything that pretty much screams) even though I believe in a little some thing called "live and let live" but a cockroach???? come the fuck on!!!! I mean they sell meat in the supermarkets.....what I suppose your a vegetarian? if not then there are other people that consider you to be a sick person. "Yeah eating meat is just sick"......yeah how does it feel? There are other people that talk about the shit im saying but hey as soon as I call someone an asshole OOOHHH NOOOO HE CROSSED THE LINE!!!!!!!! don't just focus on me pal there are a lot of other people on the same page as me. Look I followed your rules after you talked to me and hell I even went to warn some one about your rules and the main reason why I called you an asshole is because I personally think the some guy morphing into darth vador is gay ass thing (don't take it too hardly that's how I talk) but hey that doesn't mean your a bad person. Look dude I would love to see crush fetish on this site but I respect you enough not to violate your rules (I wouldn't want someone to come into my house and piss on my couch) that is why I look for other sites to go on. But hey I also enjoy other stories on here too and I think I may have even contributed to one....... I can't really remember. Hey maybe your right I could probably start my own website but hey I still hope to stay and maybe you can pay my website a visit too one day "come on.....join the dark side Zman......" But in all seriousness i'm still cool with you.
"People don't become better when they're dead; you just talk about them as if they are. But it's not true! People are still assholes, they're just dead assholes!" {Ian Fraser}
Ok fine you shot me I won't call anyone an asshole or any other names anymore and fine other people think your avatar is cool, hey I don't even have a freaking avatar and I won't even pick on anyone's avatar. I understand that this isn't your website and you don't make the rules but enforce them regardless of whether you like them or not and that's fair enough you gotta do what you gotta do. I only hope we can make peace and put this all behind us and grow and learn from this experience.
Ok please refer back to this post:
"I mean they sell meat in the supermarkets.....what I suppose your a
vegetarian? if not then there are other people that consider you to be a
sick person. "Yeah eating meat is just sick"......yeah how does it
feel?"
Ok fine fuck you Darth vador asshole and firejizz. Im gone cya.!!!!
Wow, you edit your post to remove the disrespect shown towards Fireblizz, who is also a moderator here. Too late. Everyone can see what you called him by looking at my comment addressing it that had your quote. Not a smart thing to do to disrespect not one, but two moderators...



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How do you tell someone you like them? Do you wait for the natural conversation to occur so you can confirm the feeling is mutual, or do you dive right in with a not-so-subtle hint? These AskReddit users share the weirdest crushes scenarios they have ever been a part of.
My cousin once had a crush on me.. She was 2 years younger and when I was 20, she saw something on a movie where the girl waits on a bed naked and waits for the guy to come in.. So when I was coming home (I live with my grandmother) she came to my grandma and she waited on the bed in only underwear, nothing on the top.. However, my grandmother failed to mention that I was bringing my college girlfriend for the weekend.. As I was unloading my grandmother offered to show the room that my girlfriend was going to sleep in. However, they opened the door to my cousin who screamed profusely.. Awkward..
When I was around 14, a girl with a pretty severe physical deformity that resulted in bulging eyes and arms that didn’t really extend, started very obviously hitting on me, in front of all of my friends. I didn’t know what to do; she was a really nice girl but I was just not attracted to her at all. I quickly asked some other girl to be my girlfriend, and let her find out about that. She was upset.
I felt really bad, because due to her deformity I had seen her as a child, and I realized for the first time that she was my age and had the same teenage desires, and how I was just the first of a long line of guys who would reject her because of the way she was, and how it was just so unfair.
I don’t like thinking about this.
Friend’s mom used to get drunk when we were hanging out there and try and sleep with me.
I was in high school, sitting in art class when this guy walks over. I didn’t particularly like him or not like him. I didn’t know him that well. He stops at my table and casually asks for my phone number. I say “Sure!” and he pulls out a piece of notebook paper filled with phone numbers…all suspiciously the numbers of nearly every girl in our grade. It was too late to say no and I got a phone call from him at least a dozen times a week for a month. The fact that no one ever picked up (save for the first time….boy was that an awkward phone conversation) never stopped him. I just pictured him calling down that list every day.
My best friend came out as gay and then proceeded to tell me how much he liked me. He knew I was straight, but decided it would be appropriate to straddle me whenever I sat down around him. Still waiting for it to stop.
In eighth grade I was stalked for several months by a girl one year younger than me.
At first it was rather benign, we ate lunch together in our group of friends and hung out a few times after school. She seemed rather interesting if a little odd.
Then it started getting more creepy. She decided to read me some of her short stories which involved me tearing off her dress and raping her. I was called into the principal’s office because she decided to share one of them with her English class.
After that I decided I wanted nothing more to do with her but it just got worse. She started calling my home at all hours of the night and even stood in my front lawn from around midnight until 3 a few times. She just stared at my house. I can’t exaggerate how creepy it was.
She started writing hate mail to all my female friends saying they were c**ts etc and we got seriously worried she would do something to one girl in particular(this girl wasn’t actually one of my friends, she was just dating a boy with the same first name as me).
It all ended once I went to high school but she did the same thing to several other people before she was expelled. I don’t know what has happened to her since.
I had a stalker. Not even kidding, or well… as much as you can call someone a stalker in High School. I always treated my “stalker” with respect (Even though it was weird), she would follow me around school, give me these love letters, draw pictures of us together, make me these home made bracelets and necklaces, call me up at the most random times she even had my private email address. I tried to let her down easily multiple times but she didn’t give up. One time she appeared at my house crying, I had to take her in and stop her from crying. She would occasionally call up crying and I’d have to talk for hours on end to try and calm her down. One day I just had enough, so I told her as directly as possible (while still trying to be nice), “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested okay…?” She disappeared about a month later, moved country, school etc. Two years later she came back, I added her on Facebook and she told me she was sorry, talked to her a while and she seemed to have lost her craziness, she now has a boyfriend.
This girl had a crush on me once, I told her I wasn’t a lesbian and she didn’t think that was a good enough reason.
Lunatic customer started stalking me. Really. I had a helluva time keeping her away since I had to deal with her professionally. Years later, someone lent me some books on astrology, and for a laugh, I made my chart.
Turns out, according to astrology, I’m a sexual T-Rex. God’s Gift To Women: ME! I don’t mean some measly top 2% Mensa shit, I’m talking one in hundreds-of-thousands. And that’s when I realized that the point in time when that crazy bitch started stalking me, that was just after she’d asked me when and where I was born — I particularly found it odd that she asked what exact hour and minute (I ended up calling my mother to find out).
Astrology. People are fucking insane.
(And oh yeah, I am NOT a sexual T-Rex. I’m sort of a walking, talking, living bit of evidence that astrology is hokum. Although I do admit, while I don’t believe in astrology, I believe in chicks who believe in astrology.)
I was getting over a stint in the hospital and dropped a lot of weight and muscle mass during the stay. I needed to monitor my health and diet carefully so I was signed up for a program for personal fitness training and meal planning. It helped immensely and I ended up feeling better than ever down the road. However, my PT halfway through became a bit too observant with my progress.
He’d make breathless observations about my legs and hips, then stomach. I thought it might have been crossing a line of some sort when he starting becoming more “detail oriented” in measurements. He told me the truth one day that he felt like I was his project and that he became seriously fond of where I was going physically. I really could have ended his job right then and there and save myself some dignity, but like the raunchy fool I am it just turned me on. I didn’t indulge in it however, but backed out of the program quietly before I got myself into a mess.
This one girl in high school faked a seizure because i told her I already had a girlfriend. The gym teacher called 911 and when the paramedics got there she just got up and ran off… I guess she got in some pretty big trouble for doing that.
I was 17 and working at a summer camp with the “seniors” age group (between 10-14). At that age the girls have a crush on you no matter what you look like, just because you are their counselor. Anyways this one was more.. assertive about it than the others. She asked for my phone number many times and tried to add me on facebook many times as well. On the last day of the summer her mom comes up to me and tells me that she had a crush on me. I said I know and she said you don’t understand.. I caught her masturbating to a picture of you two she took last week.
Couldn’t look at her that day, luckily it was the last day.
My cousin. “So, how are we related?” is never a good pickup line.
So, just to start this off, I was 17 at the time. My dad’s friend’s daughter, who was 10, adds me on Facebook. I’m like ‘ok, she’s nice enough.’ She then proceeds to Facebook Chat me to tell me that i’m handsome. I’m thinking ‘Ok, this is a little weird, but maybe she’s just being nice, so i’ll give her the benefit of the doubt.’ A few days later, she Facebook Chats me again and asks what time I went to bed; when I replied, she simply said ‘Same time as me ;)’
I was all like NOPE NOPE NOPE and tried to let her down gently, knowing that if i did anything to upset her she could tell her mum who could tell my dad, or she could tell my dad directly – let me tell you, the level of awkward would be UNBEARABLE. So I dropped hints every time she tried to chat on Facebook Chat (every single time I was online) and she got the message eventually, but my god is it awkward now…
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remember a great story that happened when I was a kid.

It was my cousins wedding. She was 18 years older than me (I was eight at the time). I knew I had a fascination with women’s high heels, but I wasn’t sure then of the extent of my interest, or why. Regardless, I continually tried to put myself in a position to be near them. Well, it was a wedding night and everyone was dressed to perfection. I even had a little suit on. This was the perfect opportunity for me do what I loved best to do. After dinner people started wandering, visiting, doing the wedding thing. I started wandering the hall looking for potential foot action. I found a table with three ladies, their husbands or dates were elsewhere. I didn’t recognize them, so I got down on all fours and began to play with a small matchbox car I brought with me. I was near their table and eventually they ignored my presence. Casually I made my move, driving my car under their table. The tablecloth covering it went almost to the floor, so I knew I had solid cover. It was a gold mine, I was so excited. The tables sat 10, so there was plenty of room for me to maneuver. The ladies essentially sat so they took up half of the table, a half moon if you will. I examined each of the ladies shoes. Lady one wore standard black pumps. The heel was probably 3 inches in length and came to a small point. I leaned closer, she had her legs crossed and her right foot was in the air. I slowly stuck out my tongue just brushing the tip very lightly, I could taste the leather I was in heaven. Just as I was developing a relationship with her shoe I felt a painful jab on my right hand. Lady two had stretched out her legs and had crossed them with the one heel on the floor, or more appropriately on my hand. The pain was intense, but I was more afraid of being caught. I glared at her shoes in fear and admiration. She wore open-toe black pumps. She had a similar heel to Lady one, but her heel was buried into the top of my right hand. As I tried to figure a way out of my predicament, Lady one began to gently swing her still elevated right foot. The gentle swinging grew larger in motion, I tried to back up, but with my hand pinned by lady two and the main table leg at my back I knew I was in trouble. Lady one struck me. The toe of her pump hit then slid the length of my forehead. I was expecting her to pull away and look under the table to find me, but she didn’t. I guess my forehead felt like the table leg to her, because her foot struck me three more times. Finally it came to a rest with the toe planted firmly on the bridge of my nose. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of leather and sweat. Her toe cleavage was right before my eyes. One of the ladies told a joke or something because next thing I know lady two is laughing and sliding her feet back in towards her. The heel that was resting on my hand slid and tore across it. Finally her heel was off of my hand, and lady one switc
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