--- Peggy and I went for ice cream on a mid-morning "business" excursion,... No, seriously,... I had been surveying a property for her real estate agency. She got a cherry praline caramel concoction,... while I got vanilla. Okay,... French vanilla,... but she teased me about a lack of imagination in my ice cream selection. I teased back,.."Don't worry, little lady,... I may like vanilla ice cream,... but I'll never settle for vanilla sex." She grinned at me and we agreed to meet up after dinner.....
--- When I arrived at Peggy's house (Ed was so rich that he was ALWAYS out of town), she immediately wanted me to check out the new shoes she'd bought that day,...... "just for me." I looked down eagerly, but they seemed to be just ordinary black pumps,.... But I said, "Wow,...very nice." Actually, the pumps DID go great with her tight bluejeans,... although the remarkable thing was that she was wearing shoes at all. At home, Peggy was always barefoot. I sensed something was going on.
--- When we retired to the den with a bottle of wine, settled on the sofa,... Peggy threw her legs across my lap. "New shoes always take a few days to break in," she said,... "would you take them off for me?" Okay,.... now I KNEW something was up,... but the possibility remained that it was just a fast-paced prelude to the bedroom. I lifted one foot and gingerly removed her shoe,.... and the realization set in. I was overpowered with a familiar fragrance,... and Peggy was already sticking her hand in her mouth to keep from giggling.
--- "What the hell," I said, "...is that .... vanilla?" At that, she busted out laughing. She also kicked off her other shoe and shoved both bare soles against my face. I was in a total vanilla atmosphere,..... Peggy was laughing her ass off.
--- "Well, you said you would never settle for vanilla sex," she chimed. "Have you changed your mind?"
--- Turns out that Peggy had picked up the shoes,.... cheap knock-offs, really,... and poured a bottle of vanilla extract over her feet before slipping into the shoes,.... shortly before my arrival. Her feet were still gooey with the extract. She was laughing uncontrollably at my surprise,.... I said, "Oh, you're going to suffer for this." Nothing tickled Peggy's feet worse than a tongue between her toes. I plunged her foot into my mouth,... and she went bananas.
--- Peggy laughed agreeably, but kicked wildly,.... I was only able to hold her struggling ankles for half a minute until she kicked free,...... and then I just lunged over her,..... nibbling a helpless ear,... prying at her blouse,... the scent of vanilla was everywhere. Her shrieking laughter dissolved quickly into a soundtrack of passion,.... and the long legs I couldn't hold on to were suddenly wrapped around me. We never made it to the bedroom.
--- Vanilla sex ain't so bad.
--- When I arrived at Peggy's house (Ed was so rich that he was ALWAYS out of town), she immediately wanted me to check out the new shoes she'd bought that day,...... "just for me." I looked down eagerly, but they seemed to be just ordinary black pumps,.... But I said, "Wow,...very nice." Actually, the pumps DID go great with her tight bluejeans,... although the remarkable thing was that she was wearing shoes at all. At home, Peggy was always barefoot. I sensed something was going on.
--- When we retired to the den with a bottle of wine, settled on the sofa,... Peggy threw her legs across my lap. "New shoes always take a few days to break in," she said,... "would you take them off for me?" Okay,.... now I KNEW something was up,... but the possibility remained that it was just a fast-paced prelude to the bedroom. I lifted one foot and gingerly removed her shoe,.... and the realization set in. I was overpowered with a familiar fragrance,... and Peggy was already sticking her hand in her mouth to keep from giggling.
--- "What the hell," I said, "...is that .... vanilla?" At that, she busted out laughing. She also kicked off her other shoe and shoved both bare soles against my face. I was in a total vanilla atmosphere,..... Peggy was laughing her ass off.
--- "Well, you said you would never settle for vanilla sex," she chimed. "Have you changed your mind?"
--- Turns out that Peggy had picked up the shoes,.... cheap knock-offs, really,... and poured a bottle of vanilla extract over her feet before slipping into the shoes,.... shortly before my arrival. Her feet were still gooey with the extract. She was laughing uncontrollably at my surprise,.... I said, "Oh, you're going to suffer for this." Nothing tickled Peggy's feet worse than a tongue between her toes. I plunged her foot into my mouth,... and she went bananas.
--- Peggy laughed agreeably, but kicked wildly,.... I was only able to hold her struggling ankles for half a minute until she kicked free,...... and then I just lunged over her,..... nibbling a helpless ear,... prying at her blouse,... the scent of vanilla was everywhere. Her shrieking laughter dissolved quickly into a soundtrack of passion,.... and the long legs I couldn't hold on to were suddenly wrapped around me. We never made it to the bedroom.
--- Vanilla sex ain't so bad.
