I wrote this from her point of view......this is based on what she told me our foreplay was like for her........
I’ve come to his house after a ten hour shift waiting tables. I’m tired, and my feet are more than tired. I walk upstairs and lay face down on his bed, waiting.
I hear him come in the room. Neither of us says a word. He lifts my legs and sits at the end of the bed, putting my legs across his lap. He grasps my left ankle, unties my shoelaces, and slowly pulls of my sneaker. I’m sure my feet have just a little smell to them - it’s ok, though. He likes it that way.
His fingertips dance lightly over my socked foot. It tickles, but not enough to make my flinch. It actually feels very good on my tired foot.
His fingers find their way inside my sock and peel it off my foot. I’m not sure exactly what he’s going to do until I feel his lips kiss the heel of my foot.
Oh god…….the tongue.
He begins licking the sole of my foot very slowly, starting at the heel and working his way towards my toes. As he reaches the arch, he’s using just the tip of his tongue. It tickles……….it really tickles. I resist the urge to flinch or pull my foot away, but I’m biting the pillow and clenching my fists around it viciously. As he traces circles on the arch of my foot with his tongue, I find myself biting my lip, and getting awfully turned on.
His tongue moves next to the ball of my foot, and settles about a half inch from the base of my toes.
This part is torture.
The tip of his tongue races itself slowly from under my big toe, across the ball of my foot, down into the arch, across the arch, and back up to my toes. He stops and reverses direction occasionally, and once in awhile flicks his tongue quickly back and forth in one spot.
I am beginning to go mad. This tickles worse than anything else. I’m not laughing or giggling yet, but I’m twitching ever so slightly and sporadically - I know he notices, and when I flinch, he moves his tongue immediately to the sweet spot, just under the space between my big toe and the next one. The torture is making my hotter and hotter, and I know he’ll turn me over and take me soon.
Then, while still tickling my foot with his tongue, I feel him take my other shoe off.
No, please, I think…….but I don’t protest…..
He takes the sock off my other foot, and softly and deftly tickles it with the fingertips of his free hand as his tongue continues on the other foot. I can’t describe the mixture of pleasure and agony that’s coursing through my body now. I know I can’t lie still much longer, but I’m becoming so hot, to the point where prolonging the torture will make the next step that much more intense…..
……so I let him tickle………….
And then we would make love. She loved the torture, that one......
I’ve come to his house after a ten hour shift waiting tables. I’m tired, and my feet are more than tired. I walk upstairs and lay face down on his bed, waiting.
I hear him come in the room. Neither of us says a word. He lifts my legs and sits at the end of the bed, putting my legs across his lap. He grasps my left ankle, unties my shoelaces, and slowly pulls of my sneaker. I’m sure my feet have just a little smell to them - it’s ok, though. He likes it that way.
His fingertips dance lightly over my socked foot. It tickles, but not enough to make my flinch. It actually feels very good on my tired foot.
His fingers find their way inside my sock and peel it off my foot. I’m not sure exactly what he’s going to do until I feel his lips kiss the heel of my foot.
Oh god…….the tongue.
He begins licking the sole of my foot very slowly, starting at the heel and working his way towards my toes. As he reaches the arch, he’s using just the tip of his tongue. It tickles……….it really tickles. I resist the urge to flinch or pull my foot away, but I’m biting the pillow and clenching my fists around it viciously. As he traces circles on the arch of my foot with his tongue, I find myself biting my lip, and getting awfully turned on.
His tongue moves next to the ball of my foot, and settles about a half inch from the base of my toes.
This part is torture.
The tip of his tongue races itself slowly from under my big toe, across the ball of my foot, down into the arch, across the arch, and back up to my toes. He stops and reverses direction occasionally, and once in awhile flicks his tongue quickly back and forth in one spot.
I am beginning to go mad. This tickles worse than anything else. I’m not laughing or giggling yet, but I’m twitching ever so slightly and sporadically - I know he notices, and when I flinch, he moves his tongue immediately to the sweet spot, just under the space between my big toe and the next one. The torture is making my hotter and hotter, and I know he’ll turn me over and take me soon.
Then, while still tickling my foot with his tongue, I feel him take my other shoe off.
No, please, I think…….but I don’t protest…..
He takes the sock off my other foot, and softly and deftly tickles it with the fingertips of his free hand as his tongue continues on the other foot. I can’t describe the mixture of pleasure and agony that’s coursing through my body now. I know I can’t lie still much longer, but I’m becoming so hot, to the point where prolonging the torture will make the next step that much more intense…..
……so I let him tickle………….
And then we would make love. She loved the torture, that one......
