I do love my feet held at a certain point when I "play".

I will actually ask for them to be held...should the need arise.

No shame in enjoying myself to the full.

And there I was, at his "mercy" (not really...but liked the idea of being so)...comfortable...him between my knees.

Some just have the touch, the linger, the pressure...that trail that makes one moan.

I told him I had hurt the arch of my left foot and to be careful in the foot play I saw was going to be my spoil.

Oh...my....


He kissed my legs . He whispered things most erotic...and when he got to my sore foot, he made "love" to it.

I moaned with absolute pleasure and wanted him to take more, have more....

Now...when touch knows to drive one into desires most lusty, neither planned nor expected.


Sighhh...my foot? It feels as if it might be healed.

Grin.

RB.