SoleOfCrota
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- Jun 16, 2017
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Detroit. The motor city, home of the Lions, Pistons, Tigers, and ..... a shit ton of potholes. It’s early March so it’s still cold AF, and snowing. Anyway I was in town unfortunately for a funeral. It’s obviously a sad occasion but it helps when there is good family around. I was staying at the courtyard by Marriott. I don’t come here often, don’t really know my way so thank God for GPS. The day after the funeral I had plans to meet up with one of my favorites from Instagram. Her name was Ronda. She’s about 5’6, size 8 feet that are very pretty. She’s what we call in the foot world a “mature”. But as I would come to find out a very fun one.
We planned to meet at a bar and just get that face to face over with. Talk a bit and laugh. Which we did on a Saturday night, met at a little dive bar. Just talked and had a few drinks. She had wine, I had some cocktails off the menu. She was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, very real and good sense of humor. So we decided we’d head back to my room so she could take her boots off and have some fun. I was nervously excited. It was one of those things you build up in your head, and you hope it goes well and then it does. That moment is here and now.
She trails me back to the room. Now my family doesn’t know about my fetish lifestyle so had to sneak to my room making sure no one saw me. I just didn’t feel like answering a bunch of questions. Old people are nosey. So we get to the room, I shut the door and exhale. Thinking “we made it”. We sit on the bed and turn on the tv. It’s 11 at night now so not a whole lot on. Pirates of the Caribbean.... ehh ok. She laid down on the bed, on her back, kicked her legs up putting her booted feet in my face. As to say “ what are you waiting for”? I was nervous so sue me. “My Feet are too hot in these boots I’ve been in all day, I’m sure you wanna smell them.”. Without saying another word I unzipped both boots and had them off. She was wearing gray leggings and knee high socks. I could feel the sweat , and the warmth from her feet. Then I had an idea... I climbed on the bed and said I’ll get to your feet in a minute. But first .... and I got on top of her and pinned her arms up over her head. She was wearing t-shirt with shorter sleeves so her underarms were pretty exposed. “What are you doing?” She said giggling nervously. I cold tell she know what was coming and feared it. I took my fingertips and walked them slowly up her side. Like a spider counting her ribs. She started giggling and begging right away. “No haha no don’t, I’m so ticklish!” That being said I just dug into her sides, and let me tell you she is a squirmer. Had to use all my strength to keep both her arms up with one hand. And tickle with the other. Worked my way up to her under arms. She just went silent she was laughing so hard. I decided to give her a break. Let the air come back. “Please please pleas don’t , (cough) don’t tickle me I need a break. You said you would play with my feet, not tiiiiiii....ahahaahha wait”. Oh yeah I started again, tickling her underarms and switching to her sides. Her laugh was musical but I was ready to get down to those feet finally.
I got off her and she’s trying to catch her breath. “I’m so ticklish, you got me good you punk!” Now I have to pee. She goes into bathroom, and shuts the door. Which is perfect for me because I have more in store when she comes out.......
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We planned to meet at a bar and just get that face to face over with. Talk a bit and laugh. Which we did on a Saturday night, met at a little dive bar. Just talked and had a few drinks. She had wine, I had some cocktails off the menu. She was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, very real and good sense of humor. So we decided we’d head back to my room so she could take her boots off and have some fun. I was nervously excited. It was one of those things you build up in your head, and you hope it goes well and then it does. That moment is here and now.
She trails me back to the room. Now my family doesn’t know about my fetish lifestyle so had to sneak to my room making sure no one saw me. I just didn’t feel like answering a bunch of questions. Old people are nosey. So we get to the room, I shut the door and exhale. Thinking “we made it”. We sit on the bed and turn on the tv. It’s 11 at night now so not a whole lot on. Pirates of the Caribbean.... ehh ok. She laid down on the bed, on her back, kicked her legs up putting her booted feet in my face. As to say “ what are you waiting for”? I was nervous so sue me. “My Feet are too hot in these boots I’ve been in all day, I’m sure you wanna smell them.”. Without saying another word I unzipped both boots and had them off. She was wearing gray leggings and knee high socks. I could feel the sweat , and the warmth from her feet. Then I had an idea... I climbed on the bed and said I’ll get to your feet in a minute. But first .... and I got on top of her and pinned her arms up over her head. She was wearing t-shirt with shorter sleeves so her underarms were pretty exposed. “What are you doing?” She said giggling nervously. I cold tell she know what was coming and feared it. I took my fingertips and walked them slowly up her side. Like a spider counting her ribs. She started giggling and begging right away. “No haha no don’t, I’m so ticklish!” That being said I just dug into her sides, and let me tell you she is a squirmer. Had to use all my strength to keep both her arms up with one hand. And tickle with the other. Worked my way up to her under arms. She just went silent she was laughing so hard. I decided to give her a break. Let the air come back. “Please please pleas don’t , (cough) don’t tickle me I need a break. You said you would play with my feet, not tiiiiiii....ahahaahha wait”. Oh yeah I started again, tickling her underarms and switching to her sides. Her laugh was musical but I was ready to get down to those feet finally.
I got off her and she’s trying to catch her breath. “I’m so ticklish, you got me good you punk!” Now I have to pee. She goes into bathroom, and shuts the door. Which is perfect for me because I have more in store when she comes out.......
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