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New Years Eve. A worship experience.
A true story. This piece is very much a WIP and will be edited a ton. It started off as just a tweet thread and is not really formatted for medium yet, right now each paragraph was a tweet
It was new years eve and the drink of choice was Four Loko, the original kind.
I let my foot fetish slip during a game of Never Have I Ever. Her eyes met mine. Her turn came. She said “Never have I ever had my toes sucked.” I could have sworn she winked at me.
She was sitting crisscross, her french tipped toes wiggling in her lap. She smiled, I grinned. The next hour was tantalizing torture. She kept teasing while I came undone. It took a monumental effort to hide my bulge. The way she looked at me indicated that I had failed.
I was only 20 at the time and never met someone who seemed so receptive of my foot fetish. To say I was eager was an understatement. Everyone went to their respective rooms while her and I stayed on the two couches. “You know I lied when I said I haven’t had my toes sucked”.
Oh?” I feign surprise.
“I have, and it makes incredibly wet.” Her words cause a palpable shift in the room, our bodies are tingling now.
“Noted.”
Her breathing is getting heavy. My heart is actively audible. I inch a little…
