Palendrome
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Hi to all, havent posted in a while, but i though I would share a good story from college.
Anywhosle, so it was my second semester of college, and I was fresh of a situation with a girl I knew from Highschool that left a taste in my mouth that sour dosent even begin to describe. Damaged, disillusioned, and romantically destitute, I had resolved that I was going to be alone for the remainder of my existence, growing old with a herd of cats. All this was to be true, until I met my Girlfriend, who Ill call Lexi. She was about 5'7, brunette, c cups, and feet that i found particularly gorgeous. They were wide at the ball, and her big toes sort of curved towards all her other toes (with respect to direction, left curved left, and right curved right), a fact that she abbhored, but i thought it gave them character.
Now just like im sure most of you did, I had identified my fetish early on and had taken small opportunities to poke and tickle girls feet when ever situations would allow (I really hope I was as slick as thought I was).
So Lexi and lived in the same housing complex, and got to know each other through some dumbass pancake social thing, but being the studly young alpha male that I was, I could tell that she was into me, so going forth with the relationship procedure, we made it "official", whatever that means to college kids. anyway, she started sleeping over at my room, and she began to wonder why I would always massage and tickle her feet (my first memory of her was seeing her on the pool deck at school laying on her stomach, soles up of course, which of course drove me crazy.) Very crypticlly I let on that I may or may not have interest in her lower extremeties, and then the most unexpected event probably of my entire life took place. While I was giving her wide, 8.5 feet a massage, and then a tickle, I was emboldened enough to just out of nowhere start to nibble her toes. I was sweating bullets, becauseI knew that this could potentially be a deal breaker if she freaked out. At first she jumped with surprise, but then she calmly allowed me to work her feet over with my tongue, and i mean work it. So work it i did, for the remainder of our relationship, she would let me do whatever I wanted to her feet, whenever I wanted, which i guess hapened because she was self conscious about them and it made her feel better.
But writing this story has lead me to an interesting question. Was it like for you guys when you laid your fetish on a significant other? was it hugely successful and embarassment free like mine, or was it a miser ridden carastrophe?
Anywhosle, so it was my second semester of college, and I was fresh of a situation with a girl I knew from Highschool that left a taste in my mouth that sour dosent even begin to describe. Damaged, disillusioned, and romantically destitute, I had resolved that I was going to be alone for the remainder of my existence, growing old with a herd of cats. All this was to be true, until I met my Girlfriend, who Ill call Lexi. She was about 5'7, brunette, c cups, and feet that i found particularly gorgeous. They were wide at the ball, and her big toes sort of curved towards all her other toes (with respect to direction, left curved left, and right curved right), a fact that she abbhored, but i thought it gave them character.
Now just like im sure most of you did, I had identified my fetish early on and had taken small opportunities to poke and tickle girls feet when ever situations would allow (I really hope I was as slick as thought I was).
So Lexi and lived in the same housing complex, and got to know each other through some dumbass pancake social thing, but being the studly young alpha male that I was, I could tell that she was into me, so going forth with the relationship procedure, we made it "official", whatever that means to college kids. anyway, she started sleeping over at my room, and she began to wonder why I would always massage and tickle her feet (my first memory of her was seeing her on the pool deck at school laying on her stomach, soles up of course, which of course drove me crazy.) Very crypticlly I let on that I may or may not have interest in her lower extremeties, and then the most unexpected event probably of my entire life took place. While I was giving her wide, 8.5 feet a massage, and then a tickle, I was emboldened enough to just out of nowhere start to nibble her toes. I was sweating bullets, becauseI knew that this could potentially be a deal breaker if she freaked out. At first she jumped with surprise, but then she calmly allowed me to work her feet over with my tongue, and i mean work it. So work it i did, for the remainder of our relationship, she would let me do whatever I wanted to her feet, whenever I wanted, which i guess hapened because she was self conscious about them and it made her feel better.
But writing this story has lead me to an interesting question. Was it like for you guys when you laid your fetish on a significant other? was it hugely successful and embarassment free like mine, or was it a miser ridden carastrophe?