for/from “Bohemian Rockstar”
I never understood the appeal, point of foot fetishism until the moment that his right foot pressed against my left cheek, and oh-god, I wanted to stay in that position forever… and after he lifted it, I crawled after his departing foot, feet, as if they were my god.
“I like finding triggers,” he said, sitting down on the bed. “No, stay there. Let’s explore this further.”
I stopped, on my hands and knees. Three feet away from the bed, his legs, knees, feet.
Oh-god. How did that happen? Where did that come from? How did I not know before—and was it just that foot, that moment… was it him specifically?
“Let’s find out,” he said as if he had spoken out loud. “No—don’t move yet. Stay there.”
He got up, and my eyes followed his legs—feet—as he moved around the room. I raised them to his cock, hips, ass, back—all lovely, and yet…
But it was not that his feet were spectacular, beautiful. They were just… feet.
And I wanted them—that one, that right foot in particular—back on my face.
He circled the room until he was behind me. A foot stroking my calves, thighs, ass back.
Oh. This was good too.
For itself, or for what I hoped it would bring?
A leg, a hard, bony shin between my legs. pushing against my ass crack. Then my slit, mound, grazing the clit, pondering entry, then pulling back.
Fuck. Yes. This, too.
“Walk,” he said. “No—I mean, crawl. On hands and knees.”
I started moving.
His leg did not follow, and I almost wept. Turned around, in time to see his leg raising, and then the foot coming down.
He pressed his foot against my cheek, crushing my face into the hardwood floor—hard but not… well, hard, it was hard, it hurt, there was force, but… just the right amount of force, how do you explain, teach that to someone, and oh-god, why did that feel so good?
“I can explain that in detail,” he said, again, as if I had spoken out loud. “But don’t you think that will spoil things?”
He released the pressure. Applied the gentlest caress, the touch of his toes like flower petals on my skin. Pushed down hard again.
“Fucking seriously?” he said. I nodded—or tried to, under the weight of that arch.
“We are going to have so much fun with this,” he said, coming down to the floor with me. “Oh, lover, we are going to have so much fun with this.”
So, this happened:
So, thank you, kittens.
Consequences is coming out May 2, 2017! Which means I need to start preparing for the launch. Which means–cue panic. And, teasers.
CUNT versus PUSSY is now available in paperback via Chapters and places like that. I’ve also, at the request of librarians and a writing teacher, prepared a conventionally titled version of it called Rough Draft Confessions. I feel like a sell-out. Still. I suppose it makes sense. It’ll be releasing quietly and stealthily in April.
Stay tuned for exciting news about book three. 🙂
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