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I wake from slumber to the sound of running water from the shower, just like most days. I wake from the sound smiling, because of who is making it. Even after all this time, she puts a smile on my face, even at this hour of the morning.
She's an early riser. I am not.
Eventually, she'll exit the shower and I'll hear her smooth soles SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! on the hardwood, as they head this way.
She'll enter our bedroom and head to the closet. I'll feel my smile widen, albeit embedded into the down pillow that surrounds my face. Lying on my stomach under comfy sheets with absurd thread counts, I'll crack an eye to sneak a peek.
I always do.
I like to watch her dress, watch her get ready, watch her put on the clothes I love to take off.
I listen to her shower. I contemplate what she'll wear today. I imagine the pretty clothes she'll choose and slip on her tempting body, ponder what sexy shoes she'll select to cover her perfect feet.
As I do this, I also recall last night. As I do that, I fall back into a slumber and begin to dream.
I slither over the arm of the couch, crawl toward my baby.
"Got room for me?"
"Always," she says, scooting her body over as I fall into the comfy cushions and slide up next to her, against her soft and warm body.
"Mmm," she exhales.
"Hi," I whisper, kissing her cheek, licking her neck, nibbling on her ear.
"Hi," she coos.
We act like teenagers, making out on the couch as music softly emanates from the stereo. She was reading, but her book THUNKS! to the floor as she turns her body, presses it up against mine. Our legs entwine. Our feet tickle one another.
We kiss.
Foreplay, before dinner, sober, hot, heavy, undeniable.
"You make me crazy."
"You make me sane."
"Wet."
"Happy."
"Me too."
"F*ck me."
"I am."
We do. We abandon the couch and hasten to our bed. She pushes me down onto it and seductively slips off her clothes before she climbs on the bed and removes the few garments I wear. She never takes her eyes off mine as she makes me naked, makes me crazy sane, crazy wet, crazy happy. Then she f*cks me like crazy, until I shiver all over. Until I quake. She uses her hand and mouth and toes and nose. She's so good at all of this. We are so good at all of this. We fit, in bed and out. Fit so prefect.
I come. I have to close my eyes as I shudder uncontrollably and the last thing I see sends me over the edge. She's above me, using one hand on me adeptly. The other hand holds an ankle, brings my barenaked foot to her face so she can suckle my toes. It makes me come. Crazy come.
She knows this.
I love her for this.
Always.
My toes methodically get wet, wetter, wettest, as I shiver all over. My sole is painted a favorite color. My heel is sucked, my instep tickled, my toes again suckled, this time in random bunches. Eyes closed, I imagine my sexy digits slipping in and out of her mouth, my painted-pink nails appearing and disappearing, shimmering from the wet, gleaming from the love.
Dreaming, my toes are devoured by my lover. Dreaming, we switch places, suddenly, brilliantly, me at her feet, her toes in my mouth, her shivering, coming like gangbusters, crazylike, dreamlike. Dreaming, I taste her toes. Dreaming, my vision alters. I am lying on the bed again, trembling. Yet I am also still on my knees at the foot of the bed. I am two. I am sucking my very own toes, f*cking my very self. I taste my own fetish, crazylike, dreamlike. I like. I like. Dreaming, my lover returns. I hear her coming, soles SLAP! SLAP! SLAPING! across hardwood, heading this way. A shivering mess and sucking my own toes, I feel myself coming as she keeps heading this way. She'll see us. Join us. Two of me. Twenty toes. Crazy. I come.
Here she comes.
I wake from slumber to the sound of her smooth soles SLAP! SLAP! SLAPING! on the hardwood, as they head this way. I smile, even at this hour.
She heads to the closet. My smile widens. I crack an eye, sneak a peek.
"I see you. Get up."
"Mm-mm," I mumble, not yet ready for conversation. I shut my eye and just enjoy the sounds, imagine the pretty clothes slipping on her tempting body, ponder the sexy shoes covering her perfect feet.
Warm and wet on my forehead, she surprises me with a kiss.
I grin.
She laughs.
"Got room for me?"
"Always," I murmur, scooting my body over as she falls into the comfy mattress and slides up next to me, against my soft and warm body. I turn to accommodate her, onto my side, onto my back. The morning bright makes me squint.
She laughs again, kisses me again.
I take her kiss, taste minty-fresh lips.
"Last night," she whispers, "was crazy fun."
I stretch, eyes closed. I pucker, beseech another kiss.
She obliges. More minty-fresh.
I crack an eyelid, see her smiling, lying on her stomach on top of the sheets, wet hair, still naked, so lovely. I reach over, find her ass, give it a squeeze.
"Mmm," she responds. "Careful. Still stings."
I give her ass another squeeze. She bites her lower lip, stares at mine, kicks her feet up toward her butt so I can enjoy a sunup view of her dawning soles.
I grin. I speak. "What would your students think if they saw you last night, across my knee?"
She ponders. "Sure some would never be the same."
"Probably right."
We laugh, kiss, foreplay, before breakfast, rousing, warm, wet, tempting.
She leans in, denying my view of her sunny soles, presses her lips against mine again.
"Baby."
"Baby."
"Need another spanking?"
"Maybe. Mmm. Maybe."
"Maybe."
Last night, in my afterglow, I take her, control her, command her, blindfold her, make her suck my toes with her hands behind her back. I manipulate the action, pushing one foot's toes between her wanting mouth, letting her suck toe for a moment, before I pull them away and replace them with the toes on my other foot. Hands free, her mouth searches like crazy for the sexy, tasty, tempting flesh I feed her, over and over and over. My toes come from all directions, and her lovely eagerness is mesmerizing.
Wet and wanting, I take her across my waist. She kisses the mattress, still blindfolded, still crazy dizzy from the foot love. Truth be told, we're both woozy, but it's her turn, so I focus on her, her needs, her wants, her splendid ass just waiting to be punished lasciviously.
I spank it, spank her into submission, until her sighs turn to moans, her blushing cheeks are rosy-red and her slippery lips are sopping wet. I spank my baby, make her crazy, fill her insides with fingers, turn my attention from her ass to her feet. As I slide and glide in and out of her, manipulating her, watching her sink her teeth into the mattress, coming closer to busting, I corral her feet, kiss her sexy soles and lick the underside of her toes. It tickles. I know it does. I know her. Ass burning, feet ticking, sex churning, she trembles and begs for more-more-more, pleads for more spank, more suck, more f*ck.
I give it to her. All of it. Crazy give it to her. Until she can't take it any longer. Then I give her further.
Always.
Morning, still kissing, I'm waking and warming by the second.
"Want to play tonight?"
"Can you?"
She nods. "I'll be done at 3. Could meet by 5:30."
"That enough time?"
She nods again.
"Enough for the whole shebang?"
She sits up, smiles. "Day's not too busy. And there's a spanking new spa that's close by that I can take a chance on."
"Spanking."
"Though you'd like that," she beams, sitting there naked, her skin shining in the morning light. "It'll work. I can get a head start on the shopping via my cell. I know what I want. Know what will drive you crazy."
"Bad girl." I smile. "All right. I'll be waiting. Don't be late."
"Lover," she sighs. "You know I'm always right on time."
She goes back to getting ready. I roll over, sink into the bedding again. She dresses, head to toe. I listen and imagine and ponder.
Eventually, she CLICKS! CLICKS! CLICKS! out of the room, but not before visiting me once more before see goes.
"See you tonight."
I raise my head enough to accept a kiss on the lips, never opening my eyes. I feel sun on my face, her now dry hair falling upon my cheeks and neck, her soft lips pressing against my own. She smells of tuberose and jasmine. Carolina Herrera. Love that scent.
"Love you," she whispers.
"Mmm."
She goes. I hear her collect things in the living room. I feel my smile drain from my face as I listen. As I do, I fall back into a slumber, eventually dreaming about all of this wonderful craziness.
-------------------- V/R, FM9 aka Mr. Footbooty "She had real pretty feet. I was always a sucker for pretty little feet... Outside of her being pretty and hip, with a good body, her feet is what attracted me." - p. 39 of "Miles" (Davis) The Autobiography Posts: 8821 | Registered: Sep 2003
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