Grogsycast Morning Special m/f feet

Grogsycast Morning Special m/f feet

Rubbing at his temples, he felt his eyelids sag while he pushed the band of his headphones back slightly. As he leaned into the mic, he hammered out his steely voice, his words reverberating in the dark studio like the undercurrents of the ocean. "Morning out there, folks, and welcome to Grogsycast morning radio, bringing you the best of the worst." Sitting back into his chair, he crossed his arms and glanced at the small ticker that blazed a bright, red 10 before raising his chin towards the maize haired woman across from him.

With a wide smile, she dropped her elbows to the table and leaned into the pop filter of her microphone. At once her voice spilled around him, drowning him in its high pitched, nasally tones. The pain in his head rippled with her words as she spoke out, "I hope you're all doing great on this fine morning!"

Blowing air through his lips, he leaned in then heaved out a low tide of tones, "In the rain." The ticker dropped to a 9. Rolling his eyes, he scoffed lightly.

Flapping her eyes briefly, she tilted her head, her sand colored hair rolling over her shoulder as she smiled broadly as she called out in bubbly tones, "Oh, rain is wonderful!"

With a feh he sat back in his chair and stroked the short hair of his goatee while leather creaked behind him. Smirking, she lifted a manila cup of coffee to her lips. Steam drifted around her round face like a lover's white gloved hand, shirking up her sharp chin and around her bulbous, rosy cheeks. Setting the cup down with an audible click, she ran her fingers through her long, golden hair. As she bent over and craned her neck towards the mic, the heels of her pumps clonked against the ground beneath her, "Well, since my compatriot isn't getting the show started, I will."

Pressing his face near his pop filter, he let out a loud, breathy sigh as he let the foamy word “compatriot," slither from his throat. She chuckled. Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he looked up at her, "And how long have we been compatriots?"

Tapping her index finger against the dimple that formed in her cheek, she cooed out, "Ohhh, how long has it been? Since first grade, I think?"

His eyelids moved slightly, and he felt his eyebrows wiggle. Blustering a spurt of air through his nostrils, he nodded, "something like 25 years, yeah?"

With a glance towards the wall, her eyelids drooped down ever so slightly. The edges of her sapphire eyes lilted downward took on a glassy look as she stared into some field far beyond her imagination. Through her flat lips she let out a whimsically distant "Yeaah," that drifted through the stale room unabated. Sniffing suddenly, she shook her head and tilted her face downward, glancing down her nose at him. The heels of her shoes clicked against the ground again. Raising her hand to the mic, she gently snapped her fingers and then called out, "Let's open with a bang. Here's that new chart buster 'For A Single Word.' "

Spiraling her gaze towards the glowing console, she deftly hid her eyes behind her eyelids as she clicked at a few buttons. The lights on the switchboard flickered, some going red and some changing to green. The glowing emerald light on both of their mics simultaneously shifted to ruby and music began to pour from the headset. Ahead of him, the ticker slowly drolled up, freezing at a fiery fifteen.

A slow blink overtook his eyes, and he let out a growling groan of a sigh before setting his head back on the top of his chair, snatching the headset off in a strict, feverish motion. Pressing the bottoms of his palms into his bony eye sockets, he breathed slowly as the lines of pain that ran through his forehead fell away. A slow clomping echoed through the chamber as though a horse galloped around him. Allowing his hands to drift downward, he peeked between his fingers, watching as she sauntered across the room. As she approached the little table in the corner, she snapped up a glossy, obsidian mug before lifting a clear pot and pouring a sooty fluid into the cup.

Spinning on her atrociously pink pumps, she maneuvered back towards the long, oval table that held their mics. Carefully setting one half bared foot in front of the other, she swayed forward, her hips swinging as she clonked across the room. Her tight blue jeans and sleeveless shirt barely moved, clinging tightly to her as she simmered forward. Reaching across the equipment, she set the mug down in front of him, its earthy aroma's seeping through him, filling him with a calm warmth.

The bright lights that dangled above him cast a hazy aura around his peripheral vision as he glanced up. "You're an ass when you're tired," she said loudly, her voice carrying a weight that drubbed against his skull, knocking his head down. Grumbling, he hunched over his mug and ran a thumb around the rim, his vision narrowing, obscured by the pulsing pain that surrounded him. She shuffled into her chair and set her hands against the electronics. With a few clicks the lights shimmered into a ghastly orange, then an oaken jade. Their mics flared up just as a loud clack came from beneath the table.

"Great song!" she chimed out, prickling his head with needles. For a quick moment she shifted in place, then slouched down within her chair a bit as her bare soles suddenly slithered up the table. The haze of the fluorescent lights poured over them like an angel's choir, her very wrinkled foot bottoms sparkling in the light. They were short and wide, rounded at the sides with only a neat, well cut arch that quickly arced across her soles. As she shifted one ankle over the other, she flexed her plump toes, flicking the middle one against her big toe while a wrinkle arced across the flat ball of her foot. Around the reddened edges of her feet ran deep indents.

For a while he stared at them, his lips growing further and further apart as he gazed upon those blessed mounds of flesh before rolling his eyes and muttering "come on," as silently as snow wafting through the air.

Dropping her elbows onto the glossy black table, she leaned onto it, propping her hands up and resting her chin upon them. A devious smile decorated her lips and her summer-sky colored eyes glittered like a mischievous cat’s as she purred out an, "Ohhhh." She chuckled sharply, a quick tehehe, before mewling out, "You don't like that song?"

Scoffing, he stretched his head to the left, rubbing his ear against his shoulder as he filtered his words apart with his tongue, slowly casting out a heavy, heated, "You know what I'm talking about."

With a deep breath she flashed a wicked smile, clenching the toes of her feet together. Thick, powdery wrinkles surged down her soles as his eyesight fell into them, mesmerizing him like the ocean at dawn. Drawing in a heavy groan of a breath, he watched as she extended her toes, her feet growing devilishly smooth while his fingers ached and twitched. Her smile widened as chilled words dripped like water from a melting icicle, "Ah. I forgot you like feet."

Turning, his lips parted into a long gap as he stared at her. "Really?" he called out, his voice shaking within his throat, "While we're on the air?"

Twisting in her chair slightly, she drew one foot back over top of the other and clamped her toes down over it, her painfully pink nail polish glittering with a neon green garnish with each subtle movement. "Oh, it's not a big deal” she said, raising her chin and turning her cheek towards him without moving her eyes, “a ton of guys are into feet." Setting her soles against the table, she shimmied up, slyly wilting out, "It's super nice to date a guy into them.” A wiry, wicked smile traced across her face, cutting into her cheeks as she continued to speak, “Getting pampered all the time." Tilting her head at an angle, she brushed her cheek against her shoulder as her teeth nipped into her lower lip, "And having your toes kissed is so wonderful.” Tapping a finger against her upper lip, she rolled her shoulders and edged back into the seat “Well, I'm a bit too ticklish for it, but it was really nice all the same."

Sighing, he plastered a hand across his nose and drug his nails across his eyelids while he sifted his words like mulled wine. After a rough bout of silence, he called out, "Yo, I don't care what people think about me and all, but my business is my business, not anyone else's." Flicking his hand out, he chopped through the air, his fingers spread apart. She snickered and lifted her soles, placing them side by side while wiggling her toes. Clicking his tongue, he looked at them, his eyelids narrowing as his eyes shot back at her, "Best watch it," he said.

"Oh?" she called out. At once he leapt forward, swiping a finger at her, nipping at the flesh beneath and between her big and middle toes before dashing down the ball of her foot and hastily scaling down the center of her sole. With an "Eeehp!" of a gasp, she pulled her leg back, kicking it into the air as she squealed loudly into the mic and brought her hands to either side of her lips, her nails curved into her palms and her knuckles pushing her cheeks upward. "No fair!" she cried out, mirth splintering a crooked smile onto her face. With a sniff and a gasp, she threw her wrist out and stared at the watch grasping at the underside of it.

Tucking her legs back under the table, she pawed at a small clipboard and propped it up. With a quick thrust forward, she rolled ahead, then back, her wheels squeaking beneath her as she leaned into the mic and called out, "Right. Five after, time for some news stuff." A glacier of whiskey colored anger surfed through his abdomen, rising and falling as it banged about his insides. With a rapping of his fingers, he glanced towards the ticker, watching it climb up to 16, then 17. Quickly licking his lips, he smirked and rolled his chair back, sliding under the table as she focused on reading off the tight list before her.

Memories sifted through his mind like gravelly sand as he coiled around the linoleum floor towards the bare feet that sat perched upon their toe tops. He recalled the buzzing of a dying lightbulb above his couch the day after an ex outed his preferences to some friends. She came in the quiet of a winter night, her little sneakers crunching the thin layer of snow on his walkway. Edging an elbow over top of one of table’s knees, he pulled himself forward just as she began to wiggle her big toe, her nail polish glittering in the shadows. That night hadn't been the first time he tickled her, but it was the first that had been more than a poke or a scratch. She was curious, and she brought some heavily used bondage, full of frays and tears. He made sure that she left with as many frays and tears herself, a giddy, disheveled mess of blistering joy and blissful agony.

They were good enough friends that it hadn't meant anything, but his stomach boiled at the fun they had shared that solemn night. Sighing silently, he pushed himself up, craning his head beneath the table as he slipped his legs beneath him. A melting hailstone of guilt sunned itself beneath the heat of his desire as he thought on her sweet words then, about how his interests aren't a bad or a good thing, they're just interests. Closing his eyes, he blew a thin thread of air through a tiny hole between his teeth. Sure, she hadn't meant anything by what she said over the air, and if anything meant it as playful and encouraging of his endeavors. His lips coiled as the word revenge teetered around his eyes. Still.

Her prickly pitch prattled on like the clinking keys of a piano stripped of its cords, a swift song of words caressing the microphone. "The annual Riditz Village Firehouse Potluck...," her voice trailed off as he brushed the back of his right hand across his left cheek while focusing entirely on his brittle patience. As if summoned by him, she uncrossed her legs and pressed her heels into the ground, kicking her toes up then bending them inward, furling her soles before him. Absolutely majestic wrinkles furrowed overtop one another, blessing her fragile flesh with a throaty nocturne of provocation. The shadows creasing across her buttery soles leapt and played as she slowly tightened her toes together, her wrinkles crashing against one another and joining into one like ripples in a puddle. The pinky toe of her left foot quivered back and forth, the muscle in the center of her foot quaking at its calling.

"The bridge over i287 will be opened tomorrow," she spoke out. Smirking and exhaling, he leaned forward, slowly circling his left arm around her ankles, tugging them together with a comforting grasp. "-While the construction of aiie-" she ended with a sharp sniff of a gasp. Pursing her lips together, she rolled backward in her chair and peered under the table, her eyes narrowed into slits. He smiled innocently. The ends of her lips went stiff and straight as she shook her head, placing her face before the microphone again, speaking in a low, stately voice, “while the construction of i287 will continue overnight this should not impact traffic in the area.” Shifting her hips, she edged her feet together, drawing the ball of her left foot adjacent to the arch of her right before wiggling and spreading her toes in defiant challenge.

Scoffing lightly, he winced a smile, his fingers enticed by the contest. Raising his chin, he looked down his sharp nose at his gently squirming prey, their wrinkles wavering like a field of grain harassed by the gusting herald of the approaching storm. His smile vanished in an instant as he drew in a deep breath, looking upon her feet as an artisan would a block of marble. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he watched as her big toe trembled ever so quietly, sending a shadow down the middle of her arch. He exhaled, envisioning the pathways his fingers would take, mentally chiseling that unrefined flesh into tantalized, ticklish agony.

Gently rubbing the side of his middle finger along the outer edge of her pinky toe, he watched with stilled breath as her big toe pushed behind her second one, propping it forward while unruly curves claimed the center of her foot. At the desk, she brought her arms before her, balling her hands into quivering fists, letting the clipboard clatter against the table as she bit her lower lip and tightly shut her eyes. Her arms quaked briefly before she quickly snapped up the clipboard before her, hastily calling out the words written upon it with great gusto.

Her voice fell quickly, like over-eager spring rain. "shhhheh-ould you take thaaat—route!” As though running his thumb over water without touching it, he ever so gently brushed his thumb up the middle of her foot. Moving his fingers like cruel blades of grass harassing a negligently clad foot, he grazed four long, quick streaks down her the center of her sole, making sure that his index and pinky fingers pawed around the outer edges of her foot. She bit her lower lip and curved her upper over top of it, drawing in and exhaling several extremely quick, silent pants as she brought her hands in front of her face, her fingers wiggling and pointing in disarray.

Slowing for a second, he listened carefully for the thin and tiny exhale that she sent through a thin hole in the middle of her lips. "be mi—mindful!-- that the-- shoulders!". Just as she began to speak again, he reignited his siege, circling the very edge of her heel with the tip of his middle finger. Leaning into the mic, she shot out, "areclosedandpleaseabidebythelowerspeedlimit!" Advancing back up the unguarded realm, he wafted his finger from side to side, slowly cresting up her arch. Almost immediately she cowed her toes backward, extending the ball of her foot, her flesh smoothing into a pristine stretch of cream as her heel began to prattle against the ground. The toes of her other foot railed and waggled at a maddened pace, flickering like the choppy waters of a sea under siege by a midsummer’s storm. As he let his finger dig into her skin with slightly more pressure her toes rallied together with her foot, slapping at his hand while she shook her head, silently mouthing "nonono."

Her eyes sprang open and darted to the soundboard, hastily scrawling backward across the plateaus of the amplitude feed that suddenly petered off into a long vacant field of short spikes. Light sparkled within those blue crystals as his finger goaded her to shirk and smirk, her torso swaying in place while she scanned the sound board in a crazed pace. Just as she raised an eyebrow at the unusually high number, she felt him burrow into the outer edge of her foot, forcing her to skip within the chair and thrust her head into her shoulder.

Rattling her fingers against the table, she thrust her hand toward the console, at which point he burrowed his nails into her heel. Immediately drawing her fists to her chest, she spun to her side and chittered lightly while her eyes continued to trek across the board in search of the buttons she reflexively toggled every day. Silent, ragged pants plagued her as she pursed her lips shut, feeling herself brimming over with righteous, golden laughter. Sucking in a great amount of air, she felt cracks forming within her ribs as she overflowed with a tidal wave of electric emotion that prepared to burst through her. Streaks of color faded from her as he brought his fingertips into the center of her heel before twisting them back and forth as though jarring at a locked door handle. The ends of her lips curved out and down into a thin, upside down D and she rocked back and forth, letting out a withering “nee~eeh~” before slapping her hand flatly against the array of switches. Leaning forward, she gripped into the edge of the table, squinting her eyes shut as she quickly poured out a bundle of words in a single breath, "Andnowforawordfromoursponsors!"

Taking in rapid, shaky breaths, she peeked through her eyelashes, as her fingers clawed for the board, masking the slowly increasing number 133. Stunned for a moment, she glanced back at the number, her lower eyelids curving up her eyes as her brows leapt upward. Beneath the table, he smirked before curving his fingertips in and hunching over, quickly scraping his hand up and down her foot. Sucking in a spurt of air between her teeth, she extended her arms straight and slapped limply at the plastic, her thumbs pressing into two glowing green buttons, snapping them with a click. As the buttons clicked, he wafted his fingers up the center of her sole, flicking them up her toes before letting his fingertips waft back down again. Silently thrashing back and forth in her chair, she set her elbows on the table, her hands shaking while her lower eyelids gobbled up those blue gemstones that desperately drilled into the keyboard while an orange glow hummed from the microphone on the other side of the table

Leaning forward, he allowed his fingers to take on the shape of sickles and rake up their tips up and down her soles in a frenzy, harvesting them for their precious laughter. At once she brought her hands to the top of her head, her nails pinching at her scalp as she swiftly rubbed wild circles into her hair. The neon emerald light from her own microphone reflected across her face as her mouth spun into a great smile, relinquishing a gallant "Yeeee~" before descending into a series of high pitched, rhythmic giggles that enticed his fingers to hasten their pace. Cowering over the table, she rattled her fingers in her hair and blew a sharp, desperate "hehe-heee!" into the mic. The amplitude feed kicked up a storm as she dropped her right hand, slapping at the lacquered wood. Gripping her thumb under the side, she grasped at it so tightly color drained from her while she curved her shoulder forward. A light thump bounced around the room as she began patting the table with her fist while rocking back and forth, banging the pop filter with her forehead while her torso crumpled into a delirious mess of wonderful and terrible emotions that bubbled and swelled within her.

Slamming her back into her chair, she alternated strikes against it with either shoulder blade as she shook back and forth, her seat clicking and squeaking beneath her. In a swift motion she bashed the top of her head into the headrest, throwing her face at the ceiling as she screeched out, "My feet are so ticklish!" before cackling with maddened glee. Tugging with her ankles, she felt his steel-like muscles pincer them tightly, barring their movement. A chuckle of a snort rolled down either side of his lips and he leaned forward, huffing triumphantly as he brought his fingers to her toes, lacerating rapidly across them. With a sharp gasp she hopped in place, gripping the rests of her armchair as she shifted far to her right, then back and to her left while squealing out a shrill "Eeeeeehehehe!" Chattering with her teeth, she puffed out several quick breaths before pinching her lips together and panting out a quick, "Ok stopstopstop!"

He chuckled, readying the flag that he intended to plant firmly within her sacred soil. Sniffing loudly, he whisked out, "Ah, giving up already?" while applying his nails to the underside of the ball of her foot.

"Yes!" she cried as she bounced within her chair, "Yesyesyehehes!" He poised the banner over his shoulder as his eyes ran up and down her sole. His fingers blurring across her flesh, listening to her hyena-like guffaws. Thrashing forward, she slapped the palms of her hands into the table and drummed her nails against it while throwing her head back and whimpering out a stabbing "Please!"

Thumbing the cold steel of the flag pole, he whimsically called out "Only if you say you love it," while rubbing at his ear with his shoulder.

Inhaling hotly, she laughed once, sharply and pointedly, before returning to her high pitched, girlish giggles. Pushing her lower lip forward, she blew air up at her nose, the fragments of her disparaged hair fluttering over top of her eyes as she sniffed out, "You know I do."

"Say it," he said sternly as he reached around with his spare hand, sprinkling his fingers over top of the ball of her hitherto un-harassed foot. With an immediate “eehp!” she shot up within her chair, her arms piercing into the armrests as she doubled over herself.

Bucking back and forth, she edged her hands into the ends of the arm rests and stretched her head to the ceiling, hotly hissing out, "I love it!" before clicking her teeth together and giggling.

With a smirk, he tightened his grip around her, flaying the fingers of the arm that bound her into her heels while wildly scratching at both of her arches. "Love what?" he said, as her feet twisted back and forth within his grasp, her blue jeans biting into the back edges of those flat mounds.

Bellowing out a sobby "Come on!" she reeled forward, pressing her left forearm into the table. Opening her mouth, she inhaled deeply as though and barking out, "fine, fine!" With a “schhheheh”, she leaned forward, shaking her head as her hair dangled over her face. Shifting her hips, she laughed anew before mewling out, "I love having my feet tickled."

A chuckle smoked across his lips, wafting in front of his eyes. Tightening the muscles in his forearm, he formed a fist and brought his hand close to his chin as he leaned forward, a wicked grin curling into his lips as he drew her feet upward. “That was hardly convincing,” he said simply.

Hopping backward in her chair, she drew in a breath just as he allowed his hand to rampage down both of her arches. A shriek of an “eeeyah!” ripped through her teeth and she began bouncing in her throne, thrusting her head forward, then slamming it into the leather. “I love having my feet tickled!” she frantically cried out while shimmying back and forth on her seat, “I love it! I love it!” Goaded to further action, he draped his fingers, scratching a pathway each down both arches while his index and pinky clawed down the outer edges of her feet. Huffing, she let out a whinnying “yee” while sending vibrations through her legs. With a thrash of her head, she recalled her safe word from all those nights ago, leaning forward and desperately crying out “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

With those words he watched as she readily bore his colors as her own. Relinquishing his grip, he gazed upon her toes as they continued to flutter their smoke signals of admirable suffering. Gulping in a quick breath, she sat back in her chair, sliding downwards and leaning on her neck as he crawled towards his side of the table. As she melted downward, she closed her eyes and smiled warmly as though she sat before a fireplace that roared at her, threatening to consume her. Her feet tingled with the siren song of forbidden ghosts while her body ached with a throbbing pearl light. Blowing out a long, thin breath, she edged backwards in her seat and rolled her neck along the back of it as she smoked out, "Yeah, I really needed that."

He chuckled as he climbed back within his chair, the thing creaking as his weight came to rest back within that leather-clad throne. Pushing his right arm onto the arm rest, he laid his chin into his palm, his face smoldering with success. With a content inhale, he let his lips wrap upward while her eyelids fluttered, and her gaze rolled from the ticker emblazoned with a firm 234, then back towards the keyboard. With a quick sniff, her eyes shot open momentarily and she reached forward, clicking several keys while that impossible number beat about within her skull. The light next to her mic went red. Pressing her lips together, she sucked them in as her comrade stared off into the wall. Licking her lips, she smacked them together then bit into her upper lip, engulfing it within her mouth. Exhaling, she clicked the keys again, the green light burnishing anew on both microphones. Craning her neck forward, she smiled meekly as she proudly spoke out, "Welcome back to the show."