Thursday, February 22, 2007
Sex, Flip Flops, Flipolious Fun, More About Brian
Okay everybody, take a breath, and make yourself extra comfortable. Yes, it's true, Brian knew how to ring a young girl's bell. He knew how to touch the right spots. And, once the die was cast with that first encounter in the newspaper lab, the two of us couldn't keep our hands off each other. We must have tried every sexual position in every conceivable space by the time we had our fill. We became fast friends and fast lovers all at once and it was as good as it could get in high school. I don't think I ever wondered if that was as good as it was ever going to get or anything like that at the time. It was very zen being with Brian.
Oh Brian, it makes me shudder to think sometimes that so much came at me at once way back then. Ah, let me see, let me pick up where I left off. So, we had some quick fun that first time he invited me for an "interview." We went out that same night and it was awesome. We had seen each other and heard about each other enough where it was easy to slide into a very friendly situation. He was very funny and warm and took charge right away: had his arm around me and it wasn't one of those having to look into my eyes and wonder if I was "his girl." The body language, the heat, whatever it was, was on full tilt. Looking back on it, it was really remarkable considering this was still high school. I don't know if I ever really got to know him inside and out. It was more like we knew we were meant to pair up right then for however long we wanted to be together. And it looked like we had no inhibitions to shed. Once we found a cozy spot to park, he jokingly said he was ready to continue with "the interview." This became a running joke which, although not particularly funny, was okay by me.
I had been in flip flops, of course, so I just scooted over and raised my foot to his chest. We were still in his car and it was another impulsive moment. He cradled my foot in his big arms and my foot felt all warm and toasty. He ran his fingers in between the flip flop and my toes and down the sole. And finally slid my flip flop off my foot. I pressed my toes against his fingers and he squeezed. Then I lifted my foot up and he took it into his mouth.
"Brian, go ahead and unzip your fly"
He obeyed and out came such a beautiful dick in need of some air!
"Don't stop licking....and sucking..."
He didn't need me to tell him what to do but he liked it, I'm sure.
All of this was so surreal in a way: cutting to the chase as we did, finding a new route to ecstasy. I think we both felt like we'd discovered something new. Neither of us had done anything quite like this before, I'm sure of it, and that just added to the bond we were forming.
"Brian, let me try this..."
Without missing a beat, we got into comfortable enough positions where I had both feet on his dick. It was a little cramped, of course, but we were charged up enough where we didn't care. Again, just like the newspaper lab, I was turned on and anxious about getting caught one way or another. I remember stroking him faster in hopes he would go ahead and cum. But sometimes faster is not better. And just as I was letting up to ready myself for some slow and smooth moves, he came all over my feet. I remember being so turned on by that and wanting to take it further. I wasn't going to take off any of my clothes right then. And I quickly wondered what he'd do if I put a cum-streaked foot to his face.
Oh, I went ahead and did it--I really did it and didn't care what happened. I put my foot right up to his mouth, the cum still glistening. He moved ever closer and ran his tongue up a line of his freshly squeezed juice. It makes me quiver just to think about it. There was no need for any comments right after that. He liked it. I liked it. I moved my feet away and let out a deep sigh.
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Wow, I think that's the first time I've ever heard about a guy, first of all being willing to digest his own cum, and secondly seem to enjoy it: I'm innocent!
I don't know if I should admit to this, but hey, we're all friends here, right Rachel? I've tasted my own ejaculate (I know using the medical terms doesn't dehumanise it any, but I'm trying!) and it tastes fucking awful! Maybe it's just mine but I don't know how you females of the species manage to drink the stuff — I know you don't put in vodka or anything (at least I hope you don't!) but still...
I don't know if I should admit to this, but hey, we're all friends here, right Rachel? I've tasted my own ejaculate (I know using the medical terms doesn't dehumanise it any, but I'm trying!) and it tastes fucking awful! Maybe it's just mine but I don't know how you females of the species manage to drink the stuff — I know you don't put in vodka or anything (at least I hope you don't!) but still...
Hi Flip Flop Girl - I just found your blog and all I can say is WOW! We could be solemates! :-) Like you I have a thing for feet and flip flops. I can't wait to read more of your thoughts.
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: 8:03 PM
As for the taste of cum, hmmm, where to begin? It's like a lot of things in sex, I think, you get lost in the passion and, suddenly, your tongue is places it usually wouldn't be, you're tasting things you wouldn't usually taste, and you're swallowing things you wouldn't usually swallow...uh, well, as for me and bodily fluids, I stick with genital secretions.
A little cum tastes okay, depending on the guy, I suppose. It's when a guy thinks I'm totally into sucking down all his cum, that it gives me pause. I may or I may not. If I'm really into it, I might go for it and have a glass of water or wine handy. It's not something you can really plan for happening in advance.
And as for tasting your own cum, James: You're an enlightened young man.
A little cum tastes okay, depending on the guy, I suppose. It's when a guy thinks I'm totally into sucking down all his cum, that it gives me pause. I may or I may not. If I'm really into it, I might go for it and have a glass of water or wine handy. It's not something you can really plan for happening in advance.
And as for tasting your own cum, James: You're an enlightened young man.
Haha, thanks. I don't think I'll go to the mayors office to collect my award though! I like to think I'm pretty open-minded, but I just thought I'd experiment to see if it tasted heavenly — and if it did, God's got a lot of explaining to do!
I can see how you can get lost in the action and it all just becomes a much more sensual experience. But you've planted bad thoughts in my head now Rachel — my mother always takes a glass of water to bed with her!
I can see how you can get lost in the action and it all just becomes a much more sensual experience. But you've planted bad thoughts in my head now Rachel — my mother always takes a glass of water to bed with her!
Oh, gross! I didn't need that image in my head. Well, best to leave well enough alone. Your mother and her water are her own business.
Hmmm... Intriguing. (And not to mention, very hot!) Was the idea of jerking him off with your feet something that you had consciously prepared for, or previously fantasized about? Or was it something more instinctual and spur-of-the-moment?
Also, I'd like to know -- did you already have some exposure to foot fetish oriented porn and erotica, by that point (and therefore a kind of model to follow?) Or were you just sort of extrapolating from the more "vanilla" acts of foot-love (clothed footsie, etc.)?
Also, I'd like to know -- did you already have some exposure to foot fetish oriented porn and erotica, by that point (and therefore a kind of model to follow?) Or were you just sort of extrapolating from the more "vanilla" acts of foot-love (clothed footsie, etc.)?
Hi Paolo,
I like the way your mind works. Well, I think it's like when you're just on the verge of starting out sex: you're a "virgin" and you're worried if you'll know what to do and then your desire takes over and everything comes natural as it should. I think we both had an instinct interest in feet. The timing was perfect for us. Maybe "creative minds," which I think I have one, find creative ways of doing things, more intense and stimulating things. A little kink goes a long way for me. I've never been into rough sex, for instance, although I suppose that might fall into more "creative sex." Anyway, I digress. Since then, I've been exposed to quite bit and I can't say I'm always into it.
take care,
Rachel
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I like the way your mind works. Well, I think it's like when you're just on the verge of starting out sex: you're a "virgin" and you're worried if you'll know what to do and then your desire takes over and everything comes natural as it should. I think we both had an instinct interest in feet. The timing was perfect for us. Maybe "creative minds," which I think I have one, find creative ways of doing things, more intense and stimulating things. A little kink goes a long way for me. I've never been into rough sex, for instance, although I suppose that might fall into more "creative sex." Anyway, I digress. Since then, I've been exposed to quite bit and I can't say I'm always into it.
take care,
Rachel
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