Dallas was down on his luck. While all of his friends were out getting girls left and
right, he found himself remaining single nearly forever. Things just certainly couldn't
have gotten worse. Then one evening, while trying to go to sleep, Dallas had a kind of
religious experience.
Laying in his bed, he started talking up to the ceiling, hoping a Higher Power of any kind
was listening. He spent hours and hours having this one sided confessional, admitting his
wrongs and wanting to become a better person. Towards the end of it, Dallas made a wish.
He wished he could meet a girl who would have a lot in common with him, and would enjoy
spending as much time with him as possible.
That following Monday, Dallas went to the local mall. While inside, he caught a glimpse of
a girl who he thought he once knew. Finally, he walked over and introduced himself, asked
her a couple of questions and the two just clicked. The girls name was Cara and she seemed
to have similar interests as Dallas did. They acted like they knew each other for an
eternity, even though they only met twenty minutes ago.
Finally, Cara asked Dallas if he'd like to come over to her apartment and watch a movie
he'd never seen before. Naturally, yet nervously, Dallas accepted. The movie actually
became a bit of a decoy, a means of getting to know one another much better.
At the apartment, Cara took off her shoes, sat down on the bed and asked Dallas to sit
down next to her. While watching the movie, he noticed that Cara kept rubbing her foot.
Dallas gently asked her what was wrong. She told him she hurt her foot during Karate
practice. Without hesitation, Dallas picked her feet up and put them in his lap.
Dallas slowly started to rub in her socked feet. He could tell she was wearing a wrapping
under her sock in order to support her walking. He gently tugged at her socked toes,
giving him enough slack to remove the sock from her foot. He slowly yet gently did the
same to her hurt foot, and proceeded to do the best foot massage he could ever give.
He applied pressure at different times, and would then gently twist and rub her toes,
almost as if playing with them. From there he lightly scratched along her soles, causing
them to twitch. He asked if that tickled, Cara replied by saying it did yet it felt sooo
good. He continued to do so, but noticed that Cara was beginning to enjoy herself more
than she should have been.
It was like a clue for Dallas to go a step further. So he started to feel up her legs,
gently rubbing and stroking her calves and thighs. By now Cara was begging for bliss, but
couldn't achieve it with her clothes still on. She leaned forward and put her tongue in
his mouth. Cara could tell Dallas was a bit nervous because his mouth was ever so dry. Yet
she continued, easing his nerves by feeling all over his body.
It was obvious by now that neither one could control their urges. At least what they
wanted from each other. Dallas felt up her shirt and kissed all over her stomach.
Following that, he undid the button to her pants and gently unzipped her fly, causing
a light but pleasurable vibration at the center of her sex.
Dallas pulled her pants off, leaving her with her shirt and panties on. At his position,
the only place he could start was back at her feet. He knelt down, and started stroking
Cara's soles. Oh was she turned on. As if instinct took over, Dallas started kissing on
her toes. Then up her ankle, to her calf muscle, and finally to her inner thigh.
He noticed she had already untied the strings to her underwear, leaving it limp between
her legs, awaiting something to satisfy her momentary desire. She parted her legs,
exposing what made her a women. Dallas leaned forward and kissed the center of her
pleasure.
Cara felt down her body, and lightly scratched the back of his head while he filled her
with his tongue. Dallas had never practiced the art of Cunnilinguistics, yet he worked her
over like a perfectionist. At this moment, Dallas had nothing to lose, and everything to
gain.
Cara's hips bucked, and her body rocked back and forth. She felt herself building up an
orgasm of epic proportions. Finally, Dallas moved his tongue one last time causing her
pleasure at an extreme and intense level. Her back arched, her toes curled inward, and her
fists were clinched so tight her knuckles turned white. The shock wave sent her screaming,
as if she were in pain. All of the air in her lungs left her body. If she believed in a
Higher Power, she just felt it's truest form.
Cara's body crashed back onto the bed. Her eyes rolled over white and she laid there
unconscious. Dallas knew she was asleep, so he got up, laid down and cuddled next to her
in the bed.
The following morning, Cara woke up and felt a strong arm across her body. She turned her
head to see Dallas looking back into her eyes. No man she had ever been with stayed with
her the whole night. She felt comfort with Dallas like no other.
He moved his head forward and kissed her. He then smiled, as if he knew everything to come
in the future. She asked him, "Why are you smiling?"
He said "The night before I met you, I made a wish to find a girl that shared common
interests with me, and would like to spend as much time with me as she could. And now . .
. now I've found you."
She smiled back at him and said "That's funny, I made a wish last night too!"
"What was that", Dallas asked.
"During that unbelievable orgasm, I wished that you could make me cum like that
again, and again, and again."
Dallas smiled, got up and went to the end of the bed. He pulled up the covers to expose
Cara's beautiful bare feet. He took them into his hands and started giving her another
foot massage. Cara leaned forward and threw the covers over his head and her feet.
It was at that moment that both of their wishes came true.
THE END!!!
The Hiltons At My Place???
I say this topic is an Non-fiction simply because it's an actual experience last night.
Sadly it was only a dream but it was well worth having:
After waking up to a previous dream about me and a girl I'd like to go out with doing
something naughty, I fell asleep again to have one incredible, bizarre, and completely
enjoyable dream about me, the Hilton sisters, and their feet.
Now I don't know exactly what caused the Hilton sisters to show up at my door, but I do
remember the finer "feetures" of the dream I had. We go into my bedroom and
start watching TV. I remember it was the TV because I'd catch glimpses of their barefeet
whenever the TV would show something bright. At some point I found a way to sit beside
them while they're laying down watching TV (in "The Pose" which I might add).
Nikki was easier to work with. As she laid on her stomach, she lifted her legs up so that
her feet were pretty much in my face. With a little caugh and a wink in my direction, I
reached out and started giving Nikki Hilton a foot massage. Her toes constantly curled and
un-curled, she moaned a bit letting me know I was doing a good job. The light coming from
the TV gave off a great show of her feet while I rubbed them. It would go dark and
suddenly bright in flashes, pretty much teasing my eyes of the task I was committing
myself to.
Yet there was poor Paris without any attention. Actually, it seemed as if she didn't
really want any attention to her feet. I guess she felt shy toward having some guy at her
feet (literally). Well I'm not entirely sure how it happened but Paris submits to letting
me give her a foot massage. For fun we could say Nikki pinned Paris down and forced the
massage to take place.
So here we are, Paris pinned to the floor because "Nikki is holding her down",
and I'm rubbing Paris's feet. She continues to say she's not really enjoying it even
though I can see her with her eyes closed and licking her lips. Her denial is simply an
excuse for me to start doing better and better. If only things could get better . . .
Oh wait, what's this? I hear a sudden gasping for air. It's Paris. Her eyes are closed
TIGHT and her mouth is wide open yet she's not breathing. Her upper body is squirming a
bit. Is she in pain? I scan the rest of her body and notice something familiar to my
fantasys'.
Paris's thong underwear is moving up and down. The light from the TV goes out and comes
back on again. A hand is underneith Paris's thong. I follow the hand to the arm, up the
arm and to whom the arm belongs to. It's not Paris but Nikki Hilton. Nikki is giving her
sister Paris some extra pleasure (BOING!!!).
Something's missing. Nope I see it now. Paris's hand is now between Nikki's legs. The
richest and most beautiful sisters in the world are getting one another off. OH MY GOD,
where is the camera? I'm getting to see something that is five million times much better
than the "Paris Hilton Sex Tape" (btw, I've seen the video and it is Paris
Hilton).
I continue to massage Paris's feet but I can't help but keep looking back at the show
taking place. Nikki nibbles and bites her lip. Her hips are bucking back and forth while
she sits on her feet. Nikki's toes are spread wide, if only a tongue was there to keep
them warm. On the other hand Paris is practically screaming. Her upper body is vibrating
violently while the center of her pleasure is bouncing up and down to flow nsync with
Nikki's hand movements.
Finally words are spoken. The Hilton sisters both scream into the darkness "OH MY
GOD, I'M ABOUT TO CUM!!!" I look back to Paris's feet. Her toes are spread WIDE. With
that being my cue, I immediately take action by putting her two big toes into my mouth.
I could feel the flesh of her toes on my bottom lip and her nails on my upper teeth. Both
girls finally give off one last scream. Nikki crashes to the ground hard. Paris lifts her
body off the ground, grunts and falls back to the ground. As she crashes, female ejac
flies out between her legs glistening from the light off the TV and smacks me dead in the
face.
That's when I wake up. What a disappointment. It was only a dream, but it was the closest
thing possible for me or for anyone else I suppose. Still, I greatly desired to fall back
asleep to see what all could happen next. But it didn't happen. I got up, took a shower
and went to work.
So like I said, it was only a dream. I would say I'd give anything to make it actually
happen, but I doubt it ever would. So I refuse to keep wishing for a false reality.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed my experience. The moment I woke I up I thought "God,
I need to share this with everybody I know who has similar interests, or at least would
like to bone the Hilton Sisters." The Power Of A Foot Massage (N/F)
Okay, long story, so I'll quicken it up a bit:
A friend of mine was having a birthday party last night. Well, before I and my friend went
over, we picked up these two girls. Well, one of the girls got extremely drunk and we had
to rush her home because the party people were complaining. My friend made sure she was
well taken care of while I went back to the party to give all the complainers a piece of
my mind.
Anyway, the same friend and I went over to the girl's home today. She was doing just fine
and her friend (the other girl who was with us last night) was there as well, actually
because it was her house and the drunk girl was only there for the weekend. To tell
the difference between the two girls, lets just call them "The Punk" and
"The Drunk".
The four of us were all in The Punk's bedroom with the two girls lying in the bed, my
friend at the Drunk's side with me at the foot of the bed. It was odd how it
started, but at some point I started stroking The Drunks bare feet as a joke.
She was obviously ticklish and yet it just put her into the mood for
pleasure. My friend however had a little interest in her because he felt guilty for
her getting drunk last night, so I ended up doing the right thing . . . at the time.
I stopped messing with her feet and started goofing with The Punk's feet
under the bed blankets. She seemed to be enjoying herself so I convinced her to
take her socks off and let me rub her feet. For nearly half an hour I was
massaging her feet. She was moaning enough to make a blind man believe she was having an
orgasm. My friend starts doing the same to the other girl (the "drunk") and
before long, he and I were almost having a competition to see who could give a
better foot massage. It was pretty interesting.
Things didn't go too much further than that. My friend and I basically went from giving
foot massages to giving back massages. After that, the two girls decided to do a bit of
cuddling with us. One could say that these girls were very interested in hooking up with
us after that. Almost like twin brother's coming across a pair of twin sisters or
something along those lines.
Eventually my friend and I had to leave, but he and both were relieved that the
"drunk" girl was doing much better and what not. I believe I'd be jumping to
conclusions if I said the girl I was giving the foot massage to would like to be with me
in a relationship, but I can hope right? She sure as hell kept repeating herself how much
she loves to have her feet rubbed and I MUST have been doing something right, so I might
have a chance.
JUST GOES TO SHOW THE POWER OF A FOOT MASSAGE
Further Update: She and I never hooked up, in case anyone was wondering New Girl, New Game
Okay, I'm starting a whole new "New Game" topic. Seeing that I managed to get
a hold of a completely new girl, it's only right that I start a new subject. Regardless, I
hope ya'll enjoy my little encounter.
Get a load of this, I've recently started dating this girl who's from Germany (she moved
to the US when she was 12). Well, we've been doing alright except that b/c she's younger
than me, she doesn't have the kind of privileges I do. But we've been managing to get
around that.
Well, last night she and I got together and we drove around my home town for a good while.
We finally wound up at a parking lot where nobody else was around. We let the top down to
my car and enjoyed the night sky. I managed to convince her to sit in the back seat, and
prop her feet up on the console between the two front seats. I'm sure you guys know where
this is going.
With that, I slipped off her clogs and started to give her a foot massage. She really was
enjoying it. Now here's the kick. She told me several things about her ex-b/f throughout
the evening. But once I got her in the back seat and started rubbing her feet, she told me
something I couldn't believe.
Her ex had a foot fetish. All this guy would do is pretty much stay at her feet. What's
even better is that she openly admitted to having her toes sucked by this maniac. He'd
always tell her how cute her toes were, so that left me open to say that I "just had
to see them to believe it". From there she allowed me to take off her
socks so she could get the full pleasure of the foot massage. She did tell me
however that she didn't enjoy the toe sucking her ex did all that much so I was
a bit disappointed.
Regardless, she and I had a fun night last night. I even wrote her an email telling her
that I enjoyed the time we were together. At the end of the email, I mentioned that I also
thought her toes were cute and that she shouldn't wear socks the next time she and I got
around each other
Then there was this evening. We got together again and did our usual thing. Driving around
town, looking for some good places to hang out and what not 'til finally ending up in a
Super Wal-Mart parking lot. Again, she got in my back seat and put her feet up on the
console (I love that word "Con-Sole"). This time, she took her socks off.
We continued to talk about certain things, up until she mentioned how good the foot
massage was. Well, it was at this point I figured I owed her something. After all, she had
been telling me everything about herself the past couple of days and was being very open
about it. So I told her that I too, like her ex, have a foot fetish.
I explained to her that I'm not a "hardcore" fetish guy. Just the fact that for
some odd reason, I'm attracted to pretty feet. I don't suck toes or get foot-jobs or
anything like that. I just enjoy giving foot massages. She simply smiled and gripped my
hand with her toes, as if to say "Thank you for being honest, now shut up and get
back to rubbing."
We continued talking about that subject and various others. Like school, friends, sex,
orgasms, you name it and we probably tried to cover it. In the end though, I think this
was a good night.
I can tell that she and I might have problems should we start a relationship, like I said
her privileges are limited unlike mine. Still, I can also tell she enjoys my efforts to
please her. I also give her back massages and what not. But uh, yeah she's like the first
girl I've ever told about my . . . "light" fetish.
Well . . . she's been real honest with me. I suppose I can be the same to her.
Further Update: She and I are no longer together. Because of her
age and the fact that she lied to me about certain events from her past . . . well I just
felt it would have been better that we split up. She felt the same and it didn't
take her long to find another boyfriend.
