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New Slippers

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2025 by Mat Twassel

Fiction Sex Story: Jamie gets Drew a pair of new slippers, and together they test them thoroughly. Illustrated.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fiction   Illustrated   .

Jamie bought Drew new bedroom slippers. “What do you think?” she asked him after he’d tried them on.

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“They’re nice,” Drew said. “But what was wrong with my old slippers?”

“Oh Drew!” Jamie exclaimed. “They were so ratty. They had holes in the bottom.”

“The better for my toes to breathe,” Drew said. “And as for holes in the bottom...”

“Oh Drew!”

“These are comfy,” Drew admitted. “And I like the color. And I can slip right into them. No worries about wrecking the backend. What about you? Don’t you want new slippers?”

Jamie frowned. “I thought you liked my bare feet.”

“I love your bare feet,” Drew insisted.

“I was thinking about slippers with a backend, as you call it,” Jamie said. “That way you wouldn’t slip out of them by accident.”

“True,” Drew said. “But I have a tendency to crush them.”

“True,” Jamie said.

Drew said, “So you’re sure you don’t want new slippers of your own? I mean, you’re welcome to borrow mine, but you could probably fit half a dozen of your feet in just one of them. You’d have to hop about.”

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Jamie laughed.

“When’s the last time you had new slippers anyway?” Drew asked.

“I remember this one pair I had. I was in high school. End of junior year. My boyfriend was two years older, so he was a freshman at college. He didn’t have a phone so we’d write real letters to each other. Then I hadn’t heard from him for almost a week. One Saturday morning I was lazing about when I saw the mail truck stop at our mailbox out on the road. It had rained the night before and our dirt and gravel driveway was full of puddles, but I didn’t give that a thought. I was wearing a skimpy nightgown, and shoved my feet into some slippers and raced out to the mailbox. I was so sure there would be a letter from Brad. Just as I got to the mailbox I slipped. I fell right on my ass. I was so embarrassed. And my nightgown and slippers were covered with mud. Ruined.”

 
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