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I had a dream just last night about something similar to the "best dream I've ever had" thread by fightless me, and I figured "why not tell about some of my wonky-ass dreams?" It was inspired mostly by looking at some miscallaneous foot porn before i went to bed. Here it is;
Pt.1
The dream starts with me on a bus, reading a magazine. I am the only one on the bus, when it stops and a young woman gets on. This woman is no doubt a college student. She was wearing a black halter-top, a red plaid skirt that ended a few inches from her the longest point of her underwear, and a pair of black boots (I'm in to the rocker types; she also had a pair of spiked leather cuffs on each wrist and three piercings in one ear) Anyway, she sits next to me. I don't think I had a destination on the bus, but I'm on it and apparently she's going somewhere too.
Its summer, and all of a sudden, the bus' air conditioning kicks out. The us driver, who at this point of memory is a fat lump with a uniform, continues driving and says that he's sorry for the inconvenience. A few minute later (which in the dream was only a few seconds), the girl next to me starts to get really sweaty, her shirt clinging to her chest with the moisture oof it, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra (booya). She decides to take off her boots, and as she unlaces them, I watch with feined disinterest. I had been wondering since she got on the bus what her feet might've looked like, and since this is MY dream, of course the were gorgeous. THIS is wear stuff gets eerilly detailed, even I don't know how I remembered these details, but this is what her foot looked like: It came out of the boot filmed in sweat. She wasn't wearing socks. Her toes were painted a deep, silversih purple. Her fore toe was longer than her big toe, the middle toes a cm longer than that one, her pinky toe, being the shortest (duh) was about an inch long. Her toes were long, that was turn-on #1. She had high, soft arched, #2, and currently her feet rank of sweat and boot-leather, #3. I had an erection (in the dream and in reality, I had to roll onto my back to at this point) and she seemed to notice and smiled. She stretched her legs and spread her toes with a sigh of relief as the second boot came off. I sat my mag on my lap to keep from embarrassing myslef. She flexed her toes and arches tentively as I gazed in sexaul excitement, though I did so inconspicuously. She was a small distance away from me, but enough to have enough space for the full length of her body (she was about 5'6, I think). She strtched out on the buss seat, and her feet were practically on my lap! She nudged the magazine off my lap to make space for her beautiful size 9s. I would've objected but, pfft!, c'mon! I sat back and quietly gazed at them, feeling it unnecessary to hide my fetish any longer. My "granny-axe" stood proudly beneath hr soles, and to my surprise, she began to rub her soft, sole against it. I looked toward her, and her piercing blue eyes met mine. She smiled and continued to run it. She was a brunette, raven haired to be exact, with a short, boy-ish haircut with long baines in the front. Her baines were tipped purple. She looked at me, with a curiously lustful expression, smiling slightlyas she rubbed jr. 'It tickles..." she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes. Her voice was a velvet soundwave. My "pork-rocket" stood straighter at hearing that. She seemed to notice and giggled as it pushed its way between her big and fore toe. her eyes were wide open now, and she brought her other foot from my stomach to the lap and began to rub the head with it as she squeezed my shaft lightly eith her other foot. She sat propped up on her elbows, and the bus driver was an omnipotent blob with which I had no trouble with (if only, eh?). There's a wetness in my boxers now (because this also just happened in reality) and the front of my pants began to darken. "So, where are you going?" She askied brightly as she continued to massage my "quiver-boon". "Wherever you're going..." I sighed. "That's what I like to hear." she quipped as she pressd her toes into the base of my crotch. I gasp/moaned lightly as she did this, and she giggled again as she heard me. "I just love a good foot guy." She said smoothly as she carressed my head with her arch.
The bus stopped and the driver said some inaudible stop into the speaker, and she stood to leave, quickly sliding her boots back on without tying them. I deapired quietly as I saw her walk away, but she stopped after only 3 steps and turned back around. "I thought you said you were coming?" she said, pouting lightly as she did so. I stood up and followed her off the bus, and as I passed the driver, he winked and gave me a thumbs up.
We were in an apartment complex, but there was a dirt road and there didn't seem to be any surrounding buildings. She took me by the hand and led me to her apartment, which I noticed were streangely large, like condos, but how could she afford a condo? Anyway, we get to her apartment/ condo and her boots are off again. This room was a regular liveing room and i sat down on the couch. "What do you think you're doing?" She said in feined irritance. I stood again, looked at her bare feet, one of which was on its toes as she prepare to take a step, and "stood" in another area again. "My playroom's this way..." She said, pointing to me with an upturned palm and curling and ncurling her finger in the classic "come here" gesture. I humbly obeyed.
When we got to her so-called "playroom" I found it was like a page out of a bondage porn mag. My mouth was gaping at all the strange leather and metal things hanging on the walls when the took me by both wrist and turned me toward her. "I took something off for you; now its your turn..." she said sensually, tapping my belt buckle and nudgung my crotch with her knee. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants and then unzipped them, all in less than 10 sec and let them drop, my boxered erection pointing to my new friend like an arrow. She had slipped off her panties, dangling them by the leg space on her finger, though sh still had on her skirt. I approached her and she walked backward to a table in the room's center. On this table, there were four cuffs on each of its corners and a hole about at the mid way point. "Boxers off." she commanded. I liked the strictness in her tone sand obeyed. She pressed against me, firm breast in my chest, and began to go down on me. I lay on the table without knowing it and in the second I realized what was happening, I was already in the cuffs. She began to unbutton my shirt. "Umm...I may not have mentioned this before, but I don't like being tied down or-"
"Quiet." she retorted cooly as my chest lay bare beneath her.
I could feel her pussy on my erection and though she did not penetrate herself on it, it lay along her slit. She began to lightly scratching my armpits with her long, metallic-purple nails. I screeched and lurched upward and begged for her to stop but she wouldn't. "You know what it's like to have a fetish right?" She said gazing into my eyes as she spoke and tickled. "Well, this is mine. I love to see littl boys like you squirm, to amke you bego for mercy..." I could understand that aspect, being a 'ler myslef, but I HATED to be on the recieving end. She moved one hand down my side and fondled my rib cage while the other continued its ticklish clawing in the sensetive hollows of my pits.
Pt.1
The dream starts with me on a bus, reading a magazine. I am the only one on the bus, when it stops and a young woman gets on. This woman is no doubt a college student. She was wearing a black halter-top, a red plaid skirt that ended a few inches from her the longest point of her underwear, and a pair of black boots (I'm in to the rocker types; she also had a pair of spiked leather cuffs on each wrist and three piercings in one ear) Anyway, she sits next to me. I don't think I had a destination on the bus, but I'm on it and apparently she's going somewhere too.
Its summer, and all of a sudden, the bus' air conditioning kicks out. The us driver, who at this point of memory is a fat lump with a uniform, continues driving and says that he's sorry for the inconvenience. A few minute later (which in the dream was only a few seconds), the girl next to me starts to get really sweaty, her shirt clinging to her chest with the moisture oof it, revealing she wasn't wearing a bra (booya). She decides to take off her boots, and as she unlaces them, I watch with feined disinterest. I had been wondering since she got on the bus what her feet might've looked like, and since this is MY dream, of course the were gorgeous. THIS is wear stuff gets eerilly detailed, even I don't know how I remembered these details, but this is what her foot looked like: It came out of the boot filmed in sweat. She wasn't wearing socks. Her toes were painted a deep, silversih purple. Her fore toe was longer than her big toe, the middle toes a cm longer than that one, her pinky toe, being the shortest (duh) was about an inch long. Her toes were long, that was turn-on #1. She had high, soft arched, #2, and currently her feet rank of sweat and boot-leather, #3. I had an erection (in the dream and in reality, I had to roll onto my back to at this point) and she seemed to notice and smiled. She stretched her legs and spread her toes with a sigh of relief as the second boot came off. I sat my mag on my lap to keep from embarrassing myslef. She flexed her toes and arches tentively as I gazed in sexaul excitement, though I did so inconspicuously. She was a small distance away from me, but enough to have enough space for the full length of her body (she was about 5'6, I think). She strtched out on the buss seat, and her feet were practically on my lap! She nudged the magazine off my lap to make space for her beautiful size 9s. I would've objected but, pfft!, c'mon! I sat back and quietly gazed at them, feeling it unnecessary to hide my fetish any longer. My "granny-axe" stood proudly beneath hr soles, and to my surprise, she began to rub her soft, sole against it. I looked toward her, and her piercing blue eyes met mine. She smiled and continued to run it. She was a brunette, raven haired to be exact, with a short, boy-ish haircut with long baines in the front. Her baines were tipped purple. She looked at me, with a curiously lustful expression, smiling slightlyas she rubbed jr. 'It tickles..." she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes. Her voice was a velvet soundwave. My "pork-rocket" stood straighter at hearing that. She seemed to notice and giggled as it pushed its way between her big and fore toe. her eyes were wide open now, and she brought her other foot from my stomach to the lap and began to rub the head with it as she squeezed my shaft lightly eith her other foot. She sat propped up on her elbows, and the bus driver was an omnipotent blob with which I had no trouble with (if only, eh?). There's a wetness in my boxers now (because this also just happened in reality) and the front of my pants began to darken. "So, where are you going?" She askied brightly as she continued to massage my "quiver-boon". "Wherever you're going..." I sighed. "That's what I like to hear." she quipped as she pressd her toes into the base of my crotch. I gasp/moaned lightly as she did this, and she giggled again as she heard me. "I just love a good foot guy." She said smoothly as she carressed my head with her arch.
The bus stopped and the driver said some inaudible stop into the speaker, and she stood to leave, quickly sliding her boots back on without tying them. I deapired quietly as I saw her walk away, but she stopped after only 3 steps and turned back around. "I thought you said you were coming?" she said, pouting lightly as she did so. I stood up and followed her off the bus, and as I passed the driver, he winked and gave me a thumbs up.
We were in an apartment complex, but there was a dirt road and there didn't seem to be any surrounding buildings. She took me by the hand and led me to her apartment, which I noticed were streangely large, like condos, but how could she afford a condo? Anyway, we get to her apartment/ condo and her boots are off again. This room was a regular liveing room and i sat down on the couch. "What do you think you're doing?" She said in feined irritance. I stood again, looked at her bare feet, one of which was on its toes as she prepare to take a step, and "stood" in another area again. "My playroom's this way..." She said, pointing to me with an upturned palm and curling and ncurling her finger in the classic "come here" gesture. I humbly obeyed.
When we got to her so-called "playroom" I found it was like a page out of a bondage porn mag. My mouth was gaping at all the strange leather and metal things hanging on the walls when the took me by both wrist and turned me toward her. "I took something off for you; now its your turn..." she said sensually, tapping my belt buckle and nudgung my crotch with her knee. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants and then unzipped them, all in less than 10 sec and let them drop, my boxered erection pointing to my new friend like an arrow. She had slipped off her panties, dangling them by the leg space on her finger, though sh still had on her skirt. I approached her and she walked backward to a table in the room's center. On this table, there were four cuffs on each of its corners and a hole about at the mid way point. "Boxers off." she commanded. I liked the strictness in her tone sand obeyed. She pressed against me, firm breast in my chest, and began to go down on me. I lay on the table without knowing it and in the second I realized what was happening, I was already in the cuffs. She began to unbutton my shirt. "Umm...I may not have mentioned this before, but I don't like being tied down or-"
"Quiet." she retorted cooly as my chest lay bare beneath her.
I could feel her pussy on my erection and though she did not penetrate herself on it, it lay along her slit. She began to lightly scratching my armpits with her long, metallic-purple nails. I screeched and lurched upward and begged for her to stop but she wouldn't. "You know what it's like to have a fetish right?" She said gazing into my eyes as she spoke and tickled. "Well, this is mine. I love to see littl boys like you squirm, to amke you bego for mercy..." I could understand that aspect, being a 'ler myslef, but I HATED to be on the recieving end. She moved one hand down my side and fondled my rib cage while the other continued its ticklish clawing in the sensetive hollows of my pits.
