Archive for 2009
Foot-fic
I literally just wrote this short erotic story. Might not be everyone’s cup o’ tea, but I had to share :)
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Wouldn’t it be absolutely delicious torture if you had a foot fetish and you were a nail tech… not only working around barefoot women all day, but having to intimately touch their feet? Would you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom to jerk off several times a day, do it on your lunch break, or would you wait until you got home to replay the day in your mind?
I get pedicures regularly, twice a month, at the same shop. The employees are nice, they do good work, the prices are competitive and it is a clean and soothing environment. I find my mind wandering a lot while I’m reclining in the vibrating chair being serviced. Sometimes I am comfortable enough that I get turned on and when that happens, I often fantasize about this scenario: I’m the last appointment of the day. The other techs have left, dimming the lights, turning the sign off, and locking the door. Mine promises to finish cleaning up and shutting down after he’s done with my pedicure. It’s quiet, save soft muzak, and I feel very relaxed. All of techs at this particular establishment are beautiful, Asian, with almost delicate features. I like to look at them, especially this one. I’m glancing through a magazine, occasionally peeking at him through my lashes. I can’t help but think there’s a sort of focus and tension about him and that has me curious. I’m not afraid to be alone with him at all, but I wonder why he’s a million miles away and what he is thinking about.
When he gets up to fetch the hot towels, I notice he has an erection. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if he’s seen up my dress from his low seat or something, but I remember I have on capri tights, so there’s really nothing to see there. I sigh blissfully when he wraps the steaming towels around my calves. As he returns to rubbing my soles, I feel how slow and deliberate his movements are; the pad of his thumb is actually more caressing than just massaging. That’s when it hits me. Maybe it is something in his eyes or the way the tip of his tongue slips out absently wetting his lips that gives it away, but I know, at that moment, that he is getting excited by my feet. I have to admit, the idea of that makes my clit twitch deeply and I can feel that my pussy is wet.
I ponder what to do next. I would love to play with him a little bit. Is there a subtle way to let him know that, to encourage him? He strikes me as the shy, sensitive type and I know I tend to be pretty blunt sometimes. I don’t want to embarrass him or scare him. I inquire, conversationally, “Doesn’t this drive you crazy?” He pauses massaging for a beat and looks up at me wide eyed and stutters, “d-doesn’t what?” Hmm. It’s going to be hard to skirt around it since I expected to put at ease enough that his answer to be a confessing whisper of yes. I have to gently let him know that I know his secret and that it’s okay. I casually continue, “working around pretty feet all day…” He still has a cautious expression and looks away quickly before hesitantly replying, “Yeah…” He trailed off like he wanted to say more. I watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed nervously. Now he’s clearly avoiding my gaze and deliberately trying not to look at my feet either. I can’t see his crotch from this angle, but I just know he’s rock hard right now. His left hands darts out to fiddle unnecessarily with the bottles of polish on his cart. He needs a little push, I decide.
I purred seductively, “Mmm, that feels so good” as I arch my back slightly and nudged my foot closer to him. “Now if you only offered a toe sucking service, I’d be in heaven,” I laughed playfully. The air has an electricity to it as I anticipate his response to THAT. “You… like to have your toes sucked…?” he murmurs uncertainly. “Oh, god, yes, licked, sucked, massaged, the whole bit.” As I catch the corners of his mouth starting to turn up, I add conspiratorially and almost apologetically, “Sorry, but it’s almost sexual to me.” His smile has turned into a grin. “Oh, yeah, for me too, for me too,” he nods enthusiastically. Finally! He is coming out of his shell! He looks visibly relieved.
Here goes nothing, I think and blurt out, “You can do that… If you want, I mean.” He bites his lip for a fraction of a second before clarifying, “suck them?” “You don’t _have_ to or anything…” I shrug. There’s no hesitation now. He’s probably so turned on he can’t help himself any longer and that turns me on. He places a palm under my heel and slides his index finger between my big toe and his thumb around the outside, capturing it with his fingers before capturing it with his lips. I marvel at how soft his lips are and how hot his tongue feels s he tantalizes the rest of my toes with his mouth. The surrounding cool air teases my moist foot and I feel that surge between my legs again. I cannot keep a small moan from escaping and I shift even nearer to him. That definitely excites him and any last shred of bashfulness disappears and he begins voraciously licking up and down my soles, occasionally suckling at my arches. I can feel his warm breath getting faster. My hands involuntarily drop from the arms of the chair, into my lap and I deftly stroke my pussy though my clothes. He sees this and begins to touch himself through his pants. “Take it out,” I whisper as he glances up at me, “take out your cock.”
And he does, immediately. I’m actually shocked at how erect he is. His cock is stiffly standing straight out. He circles his thumb and index finger around it as far as he can, just below the head, to masturbate himself while he feverishly stuffs every single one of my toes into his mouth. Watching him completely fill and stretch his thirsty mouth with nearly my entire foot is quite possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen and definitely the most erotic sensation I’ve ever felt. It puts me right on the edge, but I don’t want to cum yet. Not like this. And this is not how I want him to cum either, I realize. He’s probably pretty close too. I’m almost breathless when I tell him, “I want you to fuck my feet.” He responds with a sound that is pure animal lust and I very nearly orgasm right then from hearing it. I have to abruptly lift my finger from my clit to prevent that from happening. He quickly extracts my foot from his hungry mouth, lifts the other up next to it and pushes his cock through the space between my arches. He bucks his pelvis wildly, watching himself use my silky feet to pleasure his cock.
I am trying desperately to hold off, to time it just right so that we are cumming together. When he slips the head of his dick in the space between my big toe and rubs that oh so sensitive spot of his shaft all over the wrinkled ball of my foot, I know he is about to get off. “Yessss, cum on my pretty toes,” I groan. As his cock spurts hot, sticky streams of cum all over my tiny toes, I feel my tight pussy contract repeatedly. His grunts of satisfaction have my juices positively pumping out of my cunt from somewhere deep within, soaking my panties. I’m shaking. He’s shaking. He grins broadly and laughs breathlessly, plopping back down on his seat. I stretch luxuriously, chuckled and mused, I guess you’d better wash them again.” Still smiling, he agreed.
Trolling Internet Fetish Communities
I am, what you might call, “candid” about sex or “sexually liberated.” Based on the things I have tried and those I want to try, most people would probably consider me kinky. It comes as no surprise when they find out I’ve been doing internet porn for almost ten years now. And because of my “hobby,” very little shocks or offends me anymore. (Desensitized?) I cater to fetishes and have a lot of them myself… Actually, one of my fetishes is Fetishists, so that’s how and why I’m seeking out related forums/boards.
Lately, I am especially curious about Foot Fetish. Maybe my interest was piqued by Bachelorette contestant Tanner Pope? :D
I’m not completely new to it though. I’ve dabbled in foot photography and videography; I’ve given a footjob and had my toes sucked, but I still don’t feel I’ve explored enough to be truly sated. I suspect being intimate with someone who kisses my feet briefly only in the heat of the moment is very different than playing with someone who is genuinely into foot worship. I definitely want to experience the latter (and I think foot play with me is different that with a lot of other women… namely, because I don’t engage in it just to please my partner, but because it is erotic to me too).
Do *I* have a bonafide foot fetish? That’s a gray area, I think. I’m fascinated about every aspect of this particular fetish… certainly the psychology of it, the actual foot related sex acts themselves and even feet as art. I’m not quite turned on by looking at feet, per se, but I am excited by using my feet to tease and please men and women. The thought of a man getting an erection from eyeing my pretty, painted, pedicured toes exposed by summery sandals or from catching a glimpse of my soft soles and delicate arches as I absently (yet seductively, for him) dangle a high heeled pump… and the thought of me stuffing my pantyhose encased toes into a mans mouth while his cock pounds my pussy… or the idea of a woman rubbing her wet pussy all over my feet… well, these are fantasies that get me very hot.
While you can’t be certain of anything on the web, not everyone with an unusual fantasy is a stalker or a sociopathic or psychopathic killer. Typically, I don’t find most Fetishists creepy at all. I understand them, I guess. I can absolutely empathize with how uncomfortable it can be to explain or indulge what turns you on sexually when it comes to, let’s say, less than open-minded people. I like to draw out their confessions, to be honest. I hope unburdening feels good to them. For me, finding out what makes them tick is as erotic as actually participating in what they describe. Any questions I might ask are out of genuine intrigue, not in order to pass judgment on anyone or to make fun of them! Glory be to the medium that allows people to open up and share!
Still, I feel sort of skeevy joining forums. I’m looking for masturbation fodder like most of the members, but I also hope to connect with someone who “gets me” and can perhaps entice me into trying new things. If you can point me in the right direction to find some kind, friendly feet guys, please do.
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Work life and home life are crushing me right now. I felt like blogging to forget. Damned if I didn’t stare at the cursor for, well, quite a while. In the interest of frivolity, here’s the banter-y type shit I decided to go ahead with…
- I love tea, especially sun tea. I had a happy accident when I made some over the weekend. I wanted flavoured tea. I had some Peach bags, but only 3 and I usually use at least 6 for sun tea. I tossed in 3 Lipton Brisk bags. A few hours later, I was drinking a concoction better than restaurant quality. It didn’t even need sugar. Dare I try the same with Passion Fruit? Hmm.
- On the recommendation of Jay Holben, This Film Is Not Yet Rated is sitting on my coffeetable, awaiting my attention. I am certifiably addicted to news expose sorts of shows like Frontline, so I think this may be right up my alley. And Jay is film dude extraordinaire, so it’s a leap of faith for me. Don’t fail me now!
- Is Trent Reznor in the movie Underworld? Seriously…
- Also, Moonlight should still be on tv. It won a People’s Choice Award, so it was a no-brainer to keep. And after the success of Twilight… Gah, network execs make me want to spork out my eyeballs.
- I’m trying to read this book about a priest who was killed by cyanide in front of the congregation. It doesn’t require knowledge of the G word to ‘get it’, but I’m still not feelin’ it. I like the cop characters though; they are reoccurring from some of the author’s other books. I guess I was hoping for something a little more sadistic. Oh how that applies to other things at the moment, ha!
- My favourite Michael Jackson son is “Leave Me Alone;” now stop asking! :P
In The Headlines
After watching recent news reports, I’ve noticed that it seems many of us think our votes entitle us to an awful lot of access to politicians personal lives. (On a related note: Overall, the general sense of entitlement in society today is staggering. The behavior of so many people often has me asking the rhetorical question, “Who do you think you are?!”) It is understandable to want to vote for someone who shares your views and can relate to your agenda (yes, we all have one). To not want to cast vote for someone who does not is, actually, your RIGHT, but only the degree that you aren’t infringing on anyone else’s rights. However, if you are unsure of where a candidate stands, in that case, it might be in your best interest to simply abstain from voting for that office. Exercising that type of freedom- to choose or to choose not to make a choice, is part of what allows the system to work.
While it matters to me whether an illegal act has been committed, I don’t care who elected officials are fucking; I feel that’s a private matter. Sure, the ‘injured spouse’ could be considered a victim, but adultery isn’t a crime, per se. It’s certainly grounds for dissolution of a marriage, but it isn’t an offense punishable by law, though their spouse may find ways in which to punish them for it. ;)
The real injustice is that careers are forever jeopardized by private matters that don’t affect competence or ability to perform job duties. I’m baffled that sex between two consenting adults causes such a stir. Granted, when it is done on company time or financed with company funds, that’s another matter, but done ‘off duty’ and with their own earned monies shouldn’t be grounds for termination! Yes, a certain conduct is expected of them AT WORK – just like it is of you, but what one does in their freetime, provided it is legal, has so little bearing on other areas of their life or yours.
Some may argue that politicians should be held to a higher standard. I believe the time to let go of our ideals about what a politician is and should be is long passed. In this era, the best we can hope for is that they are not criminals. Certainly, this is unfortunate and sad fact, but a reality none the less and it is something to which we must adapt. Our adaptability is key to our success as a nation.
Others may argue that an affair is a reflection of character and, therefore, an indication that someone cannot be trusted with the job of running our country. Before you start spewing that logic, it might be a good idea to ask yourself: How above reproach are you? What things have you done that would be reason for you not to be trusted and have things taken away from you, have your life ruined? More importantly, who is qualified to make that judgment? The common man? Your next door neighbor? The guy in line at the supermarket? The woman waiting for the bus? I mean, they vote and pay taxes too, so… ???
Most of us, thankfully, are instilled with a basic sense of right and wrong; that isn’t exclusive to any certain religious sect. We can all probably agree to the general compromised summation of: those that kill or steal should be held responsible for their actions and receive some sort of punishment. (It is the specifics upon which we can’t agree.) I know I definitely can’t get past the fact that the world can’t be that envisioned “better place” with these thinly veiled attempts to enforce any particular set of morals on others. I feel like an old woman as I sit here shaking my head and muttering, “what a shame; we have so much potential.”
The New Girl
I took an Old 97’s tune called The New Kid (swapped the genders, changed kid to girl, tweaked a couple of other words) and parodied it into a song about the camgirl world, ha!
Verse 1:
The new girl, she’s got money
The money I deserve
She’s got the goods but she’s not good for her word
I should be rolling in it
I’ve been a working stiff
As for the justice no one knows where it went
Chorus:
I’m gonna cam away
Until my dyin’ day
I will be remembered for the hot things I did
Believe me every year
There is another one here
Don’t you see I used to be the new girl
I am sorry to say
You’ll get carried away
Oh
You will be replaced
You will be replaced
I tell you again
Don’t get too settled in
Oh
You will be replaced
You will be replaced
by the new girl
Verse 2:
The new girl, she’s got my fans
The fans I used to have
She’s got the looks you know, but not from her dad
They should be kissing my ass
They should be so in love
There is no justice
There’s just dark stars above
Favour For A Friend?
I am always wary of meeting interweb folk, but I knew right away that Sunny and Blake were my kind of people when I met them in Toronto while visiting Steph The Geek a few years ago. They are really special to me in that kindred spirit sort of way. It would mean a lot to me to be able to help them out. This where you come in!
Please register and vote for them to win an amazingly kickass vehicle by Nissan called the Cube. It only takes a minute and you won’t get any spam from it. I can’t begin to tell you how much of a positive life change this could mean for them individually, as a couple and for their kids.
The links are:
http://www.hypercube.ca/en/Canvas.aspx?id=9b9168c6-c8bb-46cf-bd27-d0fbf0a8d21d〈=en
and
http://www.hypercube.ca/en/Canvas.aspx?id=9b9168c6-c8bb-46cf-bd27-d0fbf0a8d21d〈=en
If you can remember, please try to vote daily. I’ll give you a friendly reminder occasionally! :) Thank you so much!
I’m Always A Work In Progress…
… and so is my site. I have a lot of spring cleaning to do. Well, I don’t *have* to, but I want to! In the next few days/weeks(?) I’ll revise my bio, update my links list and put up a brighter/happier layout. I’m also discussing the possibility of developing a members area to incorporate into a fellow camgirl’s network of sites. After a bad experience with BLW, I thought that was something I’d never do again, but I both trust and admire this lovely lady, so I’m optimistic about the endeavor. We shall see! More on that as it develops….
They Do Everything For Us
By Exene Cervenka
Because our skins aren’t thick enough, the walls are too thin , our muscles have not evolved , we are not strong enough to protect us from ourselves…
Look! Soft tan tissue – they are on the cover of the swimsuit issue. He wishes you were her. Because he is looking for something much much more sexier and voluptuous. So he takes out a personal ad that says: “Personality a PLUS …”
Those guys they do everything for us. Wedding rings, diamonds, we get to by stuff… STUFF… Lots and Lots of STUFF.
Shops, malls, homeshopping walls… is it enough stuff? Is it ’stuff’ enough?
We don’t know any better, I guess. And now home shopping replaces television trinity ministry in some homes, I guess. And now at least people are getting something for their money.
Taxes to taxes, dust to dust. They do everything for us.
A selection from “J Is For Jealousy”
Intoxication by Shanna Germain
*scroll down the entry just a bit for the story*
Dirty Thoughts
I’d like to start writing erotica again. We all have fantasies that we return to regularly. Many are things we’d never actually do, but often think about in the moment >;) Some of my favourites involve:
- acting as a Domme over men with a panty or foot fetish,
- being forced by my master to take black cocks bareback while he watches, instructs, films and masturbates,
- getting a public groping and fucking by 3 aggressive older brits in a pub (inspired by a triple penetration scene featuring Taylor Rain),
- Greg Dulli (…)
- Greg Graffin (…)
- Robert Pollard (…)
- being kidnapped and trained by my captor in a fashion similar to the Sleeping Beauty novels,
- dominating men via facesitting and pussy worship,
- feminization of crossdressers,
- receiving bukkake facials while being pleasured with a vibrator,
- servicing a group of dominant women in a setting like prison or a formal tea party
And that’s just the short list :) I hope to hammer out some in depth tales soon.