Assorted Crush Stories Part 2

assorted crush stories part2-last part Tuesday, 23-Dec-97 00:14:15

here are a few more stories I received:

Dear Gullivr

My family has a cottage with a next door neighbour my age. She was actually my girlfriend for a short period of time but things just didn't work. Anyways, she is just a bit taller than my 5'9 height, a great body and atheletic. Now every year (sometimes when we were growing up, we didn't see each other until spring time and then alot for the summer) she would always seem to have a different pair of sandals. I remember way back when she'd have these thongs, and then the next year have another set (maybe it was this girl who caused this fetish). As we grew up, it seemed as though she "matured with her sandals" as she started wearing these nice, flat leather strap sandals (okay, so I got h---- one day and tried them on ! Wow ! Have you ever done that or am I just weird ?) It was during this last summer when she had these pair of sandals, and I think it is not right to say she liked crushing things, but she always seemed to get into such situations (She rarely was aware of her feet it seems). There was a real bumper crop of everything (dandilions,catipillars,more), and when you have a beautiful girl with the looks and the shoes, things are bound to happen. I guess you could say this was kinda a dream for me at the time (and still is), for when it was happening, I was so involved I wrote a diary of it.

The first thing that was possibly the quickest but most remembered scene was as follows - We were walking toward the little town by our cottage, along the sidewalk with my ex-girlfriend to my right. I actually noticed her sandals even more that day scrapping along the cement for some reason. We were almost there when suddenly in the path of my feet, a bug darted out of the way. At first I thought it was a rock but it was a...I don't know what it was, but boy did it move fast..The bug, no more than maybe 20 inches from us, ran in front of my ex-girlfriend's stomping sandals and stopped for a minute(we were actually going out at the time). I'll never forget the feeling that she was the most powerful person alive. We continued walking without stopping at all. Her left sandal lifted and landed beside the bug, just and I mean just missing the mini creature. I guess this scared the bug and it took off. My ex simply continued walking. The bug took off and ran away from the foot. As the weight naturally shifted in stride with my walking partner, her right foot lifted and stepped forward right onto the running bug. I remember it so well! The bug was there, there was a shadow and C R A C K was all that was heard. It was pretty loud! I reacted after a couple of steps with a wow and "jeeze!". The girl simply turned to me and said "Huh?". She hadn't even noticed her tiny victim! I don't know how she could have missed the action. It was so gooey that there was a wet mark on the sidewalk where her right sandal landed next ! I don't think I even told her but simply continued walking. Just to add to the story, my ex-girlfriend stepped on the remains of the bug on the way back too !

Now I have sent this on a your behalf. I don't care if you want to post it on exclusively crushing or not, but please don't put it under my name. If you would like other stories, I have few, but I was wonder, since your name is out there, if you could send me any stories that you have recieved which you have felt to be good, I would love them! By the way that was a great story you posted on Exclusively Crushing. If this just can't be done, I fully understand. I don't know, maybe we could possibly start a trading system? ya never know. Please e-mail me a.s.a.p.

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ell, to tell you the truth, I'm a bit of a hypocrite. It's true that I feel guilty when I lead a conversation to something that stimulates me, but I have had a few experiences in my childhood days, and even now, that could condemn me on this. If I've told you these stories before, please forgive me.

My family and I used to take a trip to Disney World about once every two years (8 trips in all, I think). Well, one time, there was this beautiful young woman working a popcorn vending machine. She was wearing the Disney popcorn uniform, I guess, which consisted of a yellow dress, white apron, and black, lace up shoes with short heels. Sort of like pumps. I bought some popcorn from her and sat for about two hours watching her spill popcorn on the ground and tramp over it with her feet. I think I started giving her the creeps. But even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't. I was wearing those popular jams shorts (this was the 80s) and had a significant erection. I couldn't walk around like that. I stayed until a man came and relieved her from her post.

That same trip, we were staying in their Fort Wilderness campground, and I would stay out at night hanging around the building lights and stuff. This being Florida and during the summer, the bug population was great. I found a cicada, pulled one of its wings off, and set it on the walkway leading from the ferry pier. I was taking a chance that it would be a woman who stepped on it, and I got lucky. An attractive blond in her twenties and wearing leather sandals stepped on the upper half of its body, and didn't even notice. In fact, she looked over at me and smiled when she did it, oblivious of the life she just crushed out. The thing stuck to her shoe for a few steps.

Also that same trip, I buried myself in the sand on the beach lying down. I even dug a depression for my head so that it was below ground level. This was dangerous, but I really didn't mind if anyone stepped on me. I was young and naive, what can I say. Along came a sexy blond lifeguard in a red bathing suit, running because I guess she was late for her shift. And she was running directly at me! At the last minute, I got over excited and lifted my head up for a better view. She saw me, screamed, and jumped over me. Damn! But it probably would have hurt pretty bad since I wasn't buried too deep. When she came back by later, she looked down at me, and laughing, said "I should just step right on you!" I told her she should, but she didn't.

I just thought I'd write and relate a couple of small happenings at my work place. The toy store in which I work is overrun with black beetles of all sizes. A few weeks ago, when I arrived at work there was one that was half dead lying on the floor in front of my register. It was about an inch long and still moving. I watched that bug like a hawk. During the day, about 99% of our customers are female, I guess women resigned to being housewives and just trying to get the kids out of their hair for a while. As I watched the bug, a tall, slim brunette wearing leather sandals came through my line. never looking down to notice the poor creature on the floor beneath her, she stepped on the beetle and smashed it flat. It made a great crunching sound.

Later that day, there was a smaller beetle that crawled into the center of the walkway and just sat there. It was as if it wanted to be stepped on. I couldn't believe my luck (or his) when a cute blond girl, also wearing leather sandals, walked through and crushed it beneath her foot without realizing it. And when she stepped away, the beetle was gone! I guess it was stuck to the bottom of her shoe. What a day.

Since then, the problem has grown a lot worse. Not a problem to me. Most of our employees are female above the age of 20. One girl who works the service counter, while not too attractive but, hey, this is the guy that gets turned on watching King Kong movies, anyway, she makes it her mission to squash any insect she sees. She is not at all squeamish about it. She just walks right over to it and steps on it, not fast or slow, but sort of at a medium pace so that it crackles nicely. I always have to hide myself behind my register and I worry about the security cameras. Kind of embarrassing. She steps on two or three bugs a day.

There's another girl, Stacey who is about 5'4", curly brown hair, and pretty blue eyes. She's got a good body, but unfortunately is married or I'd ask her out for what I'm about to tell you. Apparently our pacifist, all life is sacred manager witnessed her stepping on a beetle because we were talking about how the managers don't communicate and all tell us different policies. She said "Tell me about it. I'm not allowed to squish bugs anymore! And I really like to. I hate those things!" Unfortunately the conversation ended there and she walked away. But yesterday, after we saw the other girl step on a beetle with no compunctions and a "screw the management" attitude, Stacey said to me "I miss squishing bugs. I really do. I love to hear their exoskeletons crackle." I think I'm in love!!! I wonder if she'd consider having an affair with me. Do I have a world to open her eyes to!! This was all entirely true.

I also wanted to tell you, if you didn't read my post on the message board, that we sell those plastic bugs that you fill with fake guts and blood called "Real Squishin' Bugs", and I've sold a lot. Not to boys, but almost entirely to girls. I hope this means there's a whole new generation of crush fetishists growing right here in Norman, OK. Now, if we can just get the creators to put the girls in the commercials stepping on the bugs. That's all for now. Maybe I'll be able to tell you about other crushings later this week. Feel free to spread this around. And if you have any tales to share yourself, send em over. If it's an attached file, though, send it to the below address because I can't get files on this server.

that was the end of one e-mail here was another

I would love to here your ant stories, but let me add to mine. Let me just say that I am in love with our new manager. Picture Jennifer Connely (I think that's her name: Labyrinth, the Rocketeer, Mulholland Falls, Inventing the Abotts, etc...) only thinner. She's very thin, but she wears it extremely well. She's just under 6 feet tall, Jet black, shoulder length hair, amber eyes, and an exquisite and delicate face. She's a graceful thin and quite lovely. Anyway, the first day I worked with her, she was leaning on the service counter and had her left foot poised on tiptoe, you know the position? I looked at her shoe sole (navy-colored dress flats, whatever they're called) and saw that it was extremely worn despite the impeccable condition the rest of the shoe was. I thought, "I wonder if she crushes a lot of things with those shoes?" Well, just yesterday, she was wearing red shoes of the same type, gray slacks and a blue blouse (looked better than it sounds, believe me) and she passed by a beetle that was crawling along the wall. the bug was about an inch long. She stopped, turned around, and tried to step on it. the thing was so close to the wall that it took her 3 tries before she finally crushed it under her shoe. I was amazed! Not only did she step on it, but when she first missed it, she didn't stop until it was squashed. That's dedication. I wonder about her. Unfortunately, she's married to a large burly man. Also unfortunately, the Orkin man came yesterday. While he's been there at least 3 times before and the bug problem returns 10 fold each time, it will still be a couple of weeks before they are back. I shall miss them.--Sean

P.S: Today she was wearing a white, short-sleeved blouse, a purple-floural skirt of that gauzy material all the women seem to like (and me too!) and purple flats like the shoes described above. I myself prefer this kind of shoe to heels. Sorry to the rest of you. No crushing today, though :( As always, feel free to share the wealth, Gullivr. 厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖厖

Gullivr, Here is just a quick story :

I work at a video store where we give out free popcorn. Of course the popcorn is everywhere and I have to clean it up. Now whether or not I wasn't doing my job, or...whatever, by the door, there was this pile of popcorn being swarmed by an army of small ants.. This is unfortunatley a usual situation at the store so I went to the back and got some killer. As I was walking back with the can and my broom, a guy and I guess his girlfriend , maybe around 25 years of age, 5'8, slim, spandex leggings, and these flat sandals (quite like the ones on Zippy's passion page) walks in front of me. Now of course I'm not going to push them out of the way so I follow her to the door way. It was funny when I noticed they decided to fill out a ballot for a prize, because the boyfriend completely missed this pack of ants, yet almost in slow motion the girl lifted her sandal and placed it right in the middle of the pack of ants. It didn't seem that she noticed and just started filling out numerous ballots (which was also bad to do). It was kinda shocking. There is a huge operation of ants struggling to survive when suddenly a girls foot comes down, crushing half of them, and she doesn't even realise it. So what do I do? I figure they won't be long so I stand aside and watch. Suddenly, the guy makes a crack about the ballot form and the girl makes a twitch towards him. Her sandal never really left the ground, but the toe part of the shoe dragged along the floor for ever so little and quickly came down. Popcorn pieces flew a couple of inches and the ants were slighty scatterd. Looking over her boyfriends arm, I saw the sole of her sandal. Now I didn't really see anything, but I can now imagine what those ants saw before the end. She looked at the guys ballot form, shifted her weight back to where she was first standing, finished the ballot, grabbed all of the ballots and reached for the box. As she reached for the box, she made a slight crossover with her feet and her sandal landed on a dense part of the ant pack. Here, she made a couple of odd weight changes and postures, when she finally put the ballots in the box. She then went onto her tippy toes, kissed her boyfriend and quickly exited the store. Now although this only took maybe a minute, like I said before, there was a whole ant pack on the floor, when suddenly it is all gone under an ignorant (beautiful) woman's foot. There wasn't very much need for the can, only a very few of the ants remained alive, but I put the Raid on, swept them and the crushed popcorn up and went back to work (distracted).

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To: gullivr

Subject: Contribution To Stories Page Date: Thu, 17 Apr 1997 12:35:10 -0400 From:

Organization: SoBar To: mach-1@geocities.com

Hi! my name is Haig and I have been visting your site now for several monthhs now and it is the absolute BEST! I especially enjoy the stories submitted and am compelled to share something I saw as a child that proablely was instrumental in developing my crush fetish. The stories shared by Rachel's husband inspired me to share this. This happened when I was 5 or 6 years old and even though I had a fasination with womens feet and high heel shoes, I didn't really know what it was or how strong it would get. I had seen my mother or grandmother step on bugs before but it really didn't register maybe because the were wearing tennis shoes or some other type on "sensible" shoe. I was at a baseball game with my dad and we had box seats that were quite a bit lower than the rows of seats behind us. At that age I really wasn't that interesed in baseball and as a typical 5 year old I did a lot of squirming and looking around. There was a couple sitting behind us that it worked out such that when you looked behind you were only several feet from their feet. At the level the were sitting unless the strained their necks down they really couldn't see the people sitting in front of them. Well any they were a realtivily young couple with a daughter a couple years older than me. They were really dressed up considering it was just a ball game. the man wore a suit and the lady wore a black and white poka dot sun dress and white high heels with open toes. The little girl also wore a dress and red flats with pointy toes(big girl style). I became instantly attracted to both of their legs,shoes,and feet. Being down lower I had a "bugs" eye view and at that age I really didn't think about being seen stairing at their feet. Anyway, I became obsessed with looking at their feet and legs. I noticed that the lady didn't have stockings on and I could see her red painted toe nails peeking out of the front of yhe shoe.I also could see where the bottoms of tips of her toes were soiled from her feet being moist from the hot day and the dust from the stadium floor getting in her shoes. I also could catch glimpses up her and her daughters dress's,showing peeks of white panties,which to a 5 year old is BIG STUFF. About a half hour after the arrived and I had taking in all this and having feelings I had never experienced before, but knowing I wanted more of something happened that I had never experenced before and proablely never will again. I noticed this huge bug crawling from behind them approaching their feet. I had never seen a bug this big(2-2.5"L),I found out later it was a palmatto roach and it was crawling very slowly(maybe insecticide had been sprayed at the park) and as came into the open area it was close to the ladies foot. Just at this moment the little girl droped her program and reached down to retrieve it and spotting the bug. She grabed and screamed to mother there was a bug on the floor. At that the lady cassually uncrossed her legs and brought her foot down within 8" oof the bug. She replied to her daughter not to worry she would take care of it but first she wanted her to note something. The mother told her little girl that the bug would not hurt them that it was haft dead anyway because it had been sprayed or someone had dumped Pepsi on it. She also said as she proded it with the toe of her shoe that this roach was pregrant and flipped it over with her spike heel so her daughter could see the egg sack. With that she gently pushed down on the egg sack with her heel,making the roach squirm with more energy than it had taked to walk to their feet.and replied with a real calm voice that in side the sack were thousands of baby roaches and she was going to show her what to do make sure that the fility little babies never grew up. All the while she was doing this she was resting her shoes on their heels and slowly moving her shoe sole over the bug. I sat there hypotized watching this, I could see her shoe sole and even to this day if I close my eyes I visualize what I saw. I could see how worn the leather was and it had a gray/white color to it in contrast to the black color in the instep,I saw a small well worn shiny metal heel tap at the toe worn jagged at the tip of her toe and I could some marks,grit,and small stains on her soles where she had walked into the stadium. Well after a few more moments of educating her daughter about how dirty and ugily this bug was she told her daughter to was this as she slowly brought her right shoe over the bug and started to slowly lower the sole still resting the heel on the floor. As she was doing this she told her daughter she was glad she had these shoes on instead of tennis shoes because the soles were harder and it would be less chance of some of the babies surviving and getting to be big. As her shoe slowly came down on the roach I could hear the shell cracking and got just a glimps of it ussing it's guts out as she applied preshor to it,I could also see her big toe and second toe flair out out as more weight was applied. Then she slowly pulled her foot back to smear it on the floor. After that she lifted her foot and I could see bug guts,shattered shell,and yellow egg sack stuck on the sole of her shoe,but there was even more on the cement. Like I said the bug was huge and it had pretty much covered her shoe sole. Next she told her daughter to note how even though it looked petty squashed that some of the egg sack was still intack and must be destroyed. As if this hadn't already been a treat, she told her little girl she wanted to see her step on the rest of the bug and twist it kill it the rest off the way(trust me the mom had done a pretty good job). So the little girl slowly lifted her left foot and began to slowly bring it down just as her mother had done. I noticed her soles were leather too with the same type of metal toe tap but her soles were not quite as worn as her mothers(still dirty and stained)and they didn't have any water stains. As I watched her shoe descend down on the roach I noticed that apparently her mothers brutal and cruel force of her rough sole hadn't squashed all of the egg sack and even though I thought the mothers shoe had ripped it apart,I noticed some tiny little(baby)roaches trying to crawl in the yellow muck of their mother's guts or broaken shell,they looked like tiny ants. Well any way the little girl didn't even know she was stepping on these but proably wouldn't of cared anyway. I watched as her shoe covered the mother roach and what was left of the babies, and heard a little more popping as she ground her shoe on the ground and when she lifted her shoe now her sole was wet and stained. She was getting ready to scrape the bug guts off her shoe when her mother stopped her. She told the little girl never clean her shoe especially if it was a pregrant bug like she had just killed because if any of the babies or eggs hadn't been squashed then they would so as she continued to walk,she even went as far as to tell her little girl that even some of the eggs/babies did survive her constantly walking on it that when it fell off her shoe that most likly it would get squashed by who ever was walking behind her. So they just sat there through the rest of the ball game and I continued to watch what they did and as they sat,shifted feet,jumpd up during th game,the roach's remains got more destroyed and I got quite a lot of opporitunities to see the bottoms of their shoes and they never did wipe the roach remains off. Needless to say that was the beginning of my crush fetish and I have seen lots of insects crushed by women in high heels,nothing has ever compared to the first time. Now maybe you understand why when I saw your story of Rachel I had to respond. I know from this experence I have always been attracted to well worn leather soled high heels with a strong scent of foot odor and you know I just can't find them. Please feel free to edit or shorten my stories and if you run across any one who has similar story/experence they can reach me by e-mail hgarabed@erols.com

Gullivr