whitesoxbuff
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The big day was finally here. It was they day I got to marry my best friend Emily. There is so much to love about her. Her eyes, her smile, her hair, but my favorite part were her long, slendered toes. Somedays it was the shape of them, somedays it was how they wiggled, somedays it was about the polish color, just sitting on the couch barefoot drove me nuts. Often when we were dating, she would frequently get tickled, mostly for playful reasons. Refusing to give up the remote, taking the last slice of pizza, sleeping in on a Saturday morning when she refuses to get up then make pancakes afterwards to say "sorry." But as we got engaged, it became more of a sexual thing. But the biggest day of our lives, nothing was going to prepare me for what was about to happen.
The setting is on a farm. I'm anxiously awaiting for Emily to walk down the aisle with her father. The music starts playing and chills are going down my spine. I see all of the bridesmaids in their pink dresses looking all glamorous, but then seeing Emily I lost it. As usual with many grooms, I try to hold back tears just looking at her in that gown, but secretly in my pants my dick is trying to hold back jizz. See my wife had brought an expensive $350 pair of Louboutin's for the big day, at the last minute, she chose to ditch them and go barefoot for the night. I was completely ready to tickle, worship and maybe bust my load all over those pale pick soles, and luscious ruby red toes. Yada Yada Yada, we exchange vows, say I do, kiss, WE ARE MARRIED.
Now for the real fun was about to begin in between the ceremony and reception, we take photos. Some we take as a group some we take as a couple. The photographer takes a closeup of our feet, then we sit on a park bench. I tell Emily she's got some dirt on her feet and I had to clean some of it off, there I slide my pointer finger down her left sole, she starts to squirm. "John, if you tickle my feet." "Relax babe, I'm just getting some dirt off of you", and start to playfully tickle her foot again, oh her giggles made me hard as a rock, it was heaven. Then I start to tug on her toes. "No, NOT MY TOES." The photographer is snapping and loving every single bit of it. Yada Yada Yada, The reception begins, we toast, we eat, we dance, we have a fun night.
We then retire to our room for the night. I massage her feet after a long day on them, it turns into a tickle torture session, we have sex, I explosively cum, we fall asleep, yada yada yada. The next morning, I wake up to her feet in front of my face, she's still asleep, I take a moment to accept reality, that all ten of these beautiful toes of hers are partially mine now. I was excited for all the sexual adventures I was going to have with these piggies. Then she wakes up and I play This Little Piggy on her toes, giggles and squirms galore. I "apologize" and agree to make her pancakes to "make up."
THE END.
The setting is on a farm. I'm anxiously awaiting for Emily to walk down the aisle with her father. The music starts playing and chills are going down my spine. I see all of the bridesmaids in their pink dresses looking all glamorous, but then seeing Emily I lost it. As usual with many grooms, I try to hold back tears just looking at her in that gown, but secretly in my pants my dick is trying to hold back jizz. See my wife had brought an expensive $350 pair of Louboutin's for the big day, at the last minute, she chose to ditch them and go barefoot for the night. I was completely ready to tickle, worship and maybe bust my load all over those pale pick soles, and luscious ruby red toes. Yada Yada Yada, we exchange vows, say I do, kiss, WE ARE MARRIED.
Now for the real fun was about to begin in between the ceremony and reception, we take photos. Some we take as a group some we take as a couple. The photographer takes a closeup of our feet, then we sit on a park bench. I tell Emily she's got some dirt on her feet and I had to clean some of it off, there I slide my pointer finger down her left sole, she starts to squirm. "John, if you tickle my feet." "Relax babe, I'm just getting some dirt off of you", and start to playfully tickle her foot again, oh her giggles made me hard as a rock, it was heaven. Then I start to tug on her toes. "No, NOT MY TOES." The photographer is snapping and loving every single bit of it. Yada Yada Yada, The reception begins, we toast, we eat, we dance, we have a fun night.
We then retire to our room for the night. I massage her feet after a long day on them, it turns into a tickle torture session, we have sex, I explosively cum, we fall asleep, yada yada yada. The next morning, I wake up to her feet in front of my face, she's still asleep, I take a moment to accept reality, that all ten of these beautiful toes of hers are partially mine now. I was excited for all the sexual adventures I was going to have with these piggies. Then she wakes up and I play This Little Piggy on her toes, giggles and squirms galore. I "apologize" and agree to make her pancakes to "make up."
THE END.
