i guess i've been feeling creative lately? here's a short bit of story. hopefully more will follow.
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with the party raging we have the corner of the room to ourselves. i move close, backing you against the wall, and then closer, close enough that no one glancing in our direction will notice my fingers slip beneath your top and my nails begin to graze against your soft belly.
i smile at you and a smile spreads across your own face, teeth clenched tight to keep from laughing out loud as my nails tease your skin, so softly, so lightly. your eyes shine with wet, silent begging but i continue, watching you squirm and wriggle and take sharp, quick breaths.
finally you can bear it no longer and neither can i and we make for the bathroom. as soon as the stall door is closed i push you down on the toilet and am on my knees unlacing your boots. you put your hands behind your back and watch your boots fall to the floor, toes bundled beneath the thick grey socks.
i pull the socks off to reveal your soft brown feet, irresistable as ever. your socks are quickly balled up and in your mouth and i wrap my hands around one delectable foot and raise it toward my lips.
you lean your head back, sliding down on the toilet seat. the socks muffle a moan as i wrap my lips around your smallest toe, sucking it hard and wet. my tongue riffles through your toes, and my teeth on your big toe bring forth the most marvelous squeal.
we hear the bathroom door open, and your eyes go wide. someone enters the stall beside ours, and this is when i let my nail trail across your sole. you bite down hard on the socks, hoping the gag will help you keep quiet.
your toe in my mouth keeps your foot still as my fingernail slowly grazes your sole. my eyes stay on you as you squirm on the toilet. your arm bumps the handle and there is a quick clang of metal. you freeze. then my nail sails down your sole again.
after a small forever our neighbor moves to the sink. while the water is running i scratch a bit harder and you let some quick sounds escape, hoping the faucet will mask them.
when the bathroom door finally swings closed you slump on the toilet with a sigh of relief. i pick the drenched socks from your mouth and pull them over your feet. i give you a look which you know means we’ll be cutting short our stay at the party.
within minutes we are walking out the door, your feet squelching in their boots as you think about what’s in store for you when we get home. as am i.
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with the party raging we have the corner of the room to ourselves. i move close, backing you against the wall, and then closer, close enough that no one glancing in our direction will notice my fingers slip beneath your top and my nails begin to graze against your soft belly.
i smile at you and a smile spreads across your own face, teeth clenched tight to keep from laughing out loud as my nails tease your skin, so softly, so lightly. your eyes shine with wet, silent begging but i continue, watching you squirm and wriggle and take sharp, quick breaths.
finally you can bear it no longer and neither can i and we make for the bathroom. as soon as the stall door is closed i push you down on the toilet and am on my knees unlacing your boots. you put your hands behind your back and watch your boots fall to the floor, toes bundled beneath the thick grey socks.
i pull the socks off to reveal your soft brown feet, irresistable as ever. your socks are quickly balled up and in your mouth and i wrap my hands around one delectable foot and raise it toward my lips.
you lean your head back, sliding down on the toilet seat. the socks muffle a moan as i wrap my lips around your smallest toe, sucking it hard and wet. my tongue riffles through your toes, and my teeth on your big toe bring forth the most marvelous squeal.
we hear the bathroom door open, and your eyes go wide. someone enters the stall beside ours, and this is when i let my nail trail across your sole. you bite down hard on the socks, hoping the gag will help you keep quiet.
your toe in my mouth keeps your foot still as my fingernail slowly grazes your sole. my eyes stay on you as you squirm on the toilet. your arm bumps the handle and there is a quick clang of metal. you freeze. then my nail sails down your sole again.
after a small forever our neighbor moves to the sink. while the water is running i scratch a bit harder and you let some quick sounds escape, hoping the faucet will mask them.
when the bathroom door finally swings closed you slump on the toilet with a sigh of relief. i pick the drenched socks from your mouth and pull them over your feet. i give you a look which you know means we’ll be cutting short our stay at the party.
within minutes we are walking out the door, your feet squelching in their boots as you think about what’s in store for you when we get home. as am i.
