The Flip Flop Girl

And it was written on the sweet soles of the Buddha's sacred feet...

Much like Buddha, I seek enlightenment. I continue to explore my fascination, our fascination, with feet and its extremes from the sacred to the profane. I really like the profane but I also easily gravitate to the sacred. As I continue to say, there is something utterly explosive going on as we casually lounge around in our flip flops. I've been told by a number of my older friends that they agree, that the sexual tension in the air is far more palpable than when they were young. From my vantage point, it truly is part of a mating dance that I am more than willing to be a part of. In my neighborhood, each day, more and more people are returning to their trusty flip flops. Anyway, don't mind me, I'm just writing for the sake of writing at the moment, testing out the waters, seeing if anyone is paying attention, if people are ready for more of me. As Spring takes hold in moody Seattle, my libido is kicking into high gear. I find myself pacing around in my flip flops, trying to still tune in to the sensory pleasure after having enjoyed it for so long. I fear becoming jaded perhaps more than hopelessly addicted. During the day, I kick them off and find myself rubbing my feet together furisously and then having to take it further and apply a hand directly to a foot for an added high. As I keep saying, I know I'm not alone and, thankfully, you out there, do respond from time to time, even a fellow female with tentatively acknowledge all that I'm saying. Anyhow, I recently saw an incredibly inspiring movie, had nothing to do with sex or feet or flip flops, and now I'm reading the novel. I want to post about that sometime soon. There's quite a lot of things I want to do. I want to save the world. I want to save myself! And, as long as I'm at least amused by all this, I think we're doing alright.

Labels: blogs, buzz, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, just checking in, pop culture, profane, sacred, sex, trends, Writing

Once the flip flops go on your feet, there's no turning back

Is is Spring yet? Close enough.

Flip Flop Girl has officially declared the start of Flip Flop Season and I recommend you take very good care of your feet and give them a nice treat the next chance you get.

I am taking a little vacation with Thad. We'll be off to Cali for a bit and see how it goes. I venture quite tentatively to going back to any discussion of my flip flop sex life. I don't know. I want to but I want to explore other terrrain as well, which is basically what I'm doing and will continue to do. I want to complete my little life history, as I see fit to describe it. So, maybe a few more stories about Brian lay in store for us--or not. And then there's the whole college phase. Some more about that very odd time at the law firm. And then that brings us back to Simon which I know bothered a few of you for some reason, while it didn't bother others and some folks seemed to like him just fine. I do read all my feedback carefully. I have also considered writing straight-out fantasy fiction from time to time. Given the nature of blogs, I want to feel I am free to experiment. And, as I improve, I want to pursue my more serious study of pop culture. Hang in there and keep sending all your feedback. I want to start linking to folks too. I only have a limited time to play with my blog so I do my best when I feel inclined.

Anyways, I strongly suggest a nice sugar scrub...that will honestly cure a lot of stress and make you feel oh so good.

Labels: blogs, buzz, California, erotica, feet, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, pop culture, sex, vacation, Writing

Flip Flop Girl Recommends Getting Boinked

Hey everybody, I hope you're all having a fun and sexy day. I feel so good from my head to my toes! Yes, I'm feeling like I'm ready to tackle anything. Spring is around the corner and I'm wearing flip flops more and more. Still a little cold but we're almost there. I have a lot to say. As I said in my last post, I'm going to say it any way I feel like saying it! I do hold back sometimes. Trust me, I do even if it sounds kinda wild. I am a very exuberant person: very loving, very generous, very much alive. And so I try my best to animate my stories with an extra sexy charge at times. Other times, it's coming to you pretty much straight as it happened with some modifications. And, as I said, I do this to protect people and as a firm believer in artistic license. All in all, I just ask that you have a little faith and enjoy yourself and take from it what you will.

One reason I feel so good is my discovery of such a beautiful sex-positive magazine, Boink coming to you from Boston University and made up of real college students letting it all hang out in a very sensual and honest way. So, yeah, if you're in the area, buy a copy there, or just purchase it from their site.

Another reason that I'm feeling good is that I'm still with my boyfriend and we've made plans to go to LA for awhile. It will be nice to get away from the intensely grey skies of Seattle. Anyone from Seattle? You know what I mean. The grey skies have been attributed to the high suicide rate in this region. At least above average. One of the main venues for suicides is the Aurora Bridge overlooking the canal. That is actually right where my old boyfriend works, in that corporate complex nearby. Anyway, there is a lot about Seattle that I identify with Simon and I still think he and I will need to talk sometime in the future for better closure or whatever might happen. I want to give Thad more of a chance since he's really come through for me and I think a different locale for us to hang out and relax will be good for us.

Do you want to hear a quick and dirty foot fetish story? Okay, this is as true to the event as I can get. This happened the other day between Thad and me. He doesn't know about my blog so that helps me just blurt this out. It's not that bad anyway. We were together in bed just playing. I asked asked him if he was into food sex. He shrugged and then looked curious. I had just stocked up on groceries and had much of what I needed lined up for the week: all my juices, water, milk, yogurt....hmmm, yogurt. So, I ask him, "How about if you bring me a yogurt from the fridge?"

"Strawberry or vanilla?" is what I hear from a distance.

"Vanilla!"

Okay, you get the picture. We dipped a little hear and a little there, drizzled a little everywhere. His cock is very cute with a dollop of vanilla custard. And, of course, my toes are extra nutritous and delicious with some cream on top!

So, I recommend a copy of Boink and some yogurt and your lover of choice.

That's all for now. I have a busy day ahead. Anyway, I'm back and better than ever!

Labels: Boink, Boston University, coeds, college, cream, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, magazine, pop culture, publishing, sex, spring, toes, Writing, yogurt

Flip Flop Girl Gets Her Freak On

For us foot lovers, and for anyone who loves sex, this photo of Madonna is simply amazing!!!

If that photo were turned into a statue, I would pray at its altar. I would be kneeling down and the soles of my feet would be fully exposed. And I'd have my boyfriend lick them.

All this reminds me of where I left off with my story....

So, I'm not nearly ready to stop posting about my hot lover, Brian. I'd say we knew we had found something really good between us and we were going to hold onto it and enjoy it. I can't say I fell into deep love with him but we sure had the deep lust down. Hey, it was high school....

I remember so clearly that morning the two of us finally going at it in the newspaper lab.

"Hmmm, Brian, so that's how you interview all your subjects?"

"This is going to be an on-going interview. I see a book in your future."

Funny that he said he saw a book in my future. This was definitely a whole new chapter for me as I gave into my desires with a partner on the same page.

"Eat my pussy."

He gently lapped away.

"Hold my feet."

He rubbed the soles and kept kissing and sucking.

"Suck my toes."

He obeyed.

We could sense some movement outside and looked at each other. He gave me a long kiss on the mouth.

We were still naked and all over each other.

"Sit down on the floor."

There he sat. His gorgeous cock still so hard. The condom full of his cum lying right next to him.

"Lift up your foot, babe."

I started lapping away at his foot. And sucking on his big toe. We were about to start in on a whole new love-making session when we could clearly hear people outside.

"Sweetie, we better get dressed..."

He reached over and kissed me again. I remember it seeming to last oh so long but it was likely no more than a few seconds. I remember him helping me up. That was a very nice touch. I remember us helping each other find our clothes and my starting to feel like we had entered into something. I did like him. He was there for me as I discovered so much more about myself.

Labels: blogs, erotica, first love, foot fetish, high school, lust, Madonna, sex, Writing

Flip Flop Girl's Life: Back to Brian, More of our Sexcapades

Okay, in the big picture, this wasn't that long ago but it wasn't yesterday either. I was seventeen. It was my senior year. It was back in 1998. I remember being into Busta Rhymes. I remember my favorite movie was The Dreamlife of Angels. That and Rushmore. And I remember feeling pretty content and maybe a little full of myself. I had matched myself up with this boy who was really hot and who satisfied all my growing sexual needs. Looking back, he didn't have the dark and brooding, and frankly more interesting, qualities of David. But I had told myself that I wasn't going to look back. David was long gone from my life. I didn't want to open any wounds and we kept away from each other so well that it should have scared me a little. Now, with Brian, he was someone so full of confidence. Full of a great deal of confidence, maybe more so than promise but these were details I was willing to overlook. That first "interview" had cut deep inside me and I'd become addicted to the thrill. I was a very good student but, beyond school, all I could think of was more ways of getting it on with him.

I must tell you that to have your special kink suddenly indulged by a sweet stranger does things to you that you can't expect or know how to fully process until much time has passed. Right then, with Brian, all I wanted was more of the same. I wanted my naked feet dangling from my desk at school and he strategically running his hand by them during class. And, more than anything, I wanted to go back to that "interview." Yes, the "interview," as he called it, became a big thing for me right away and I know he got lost in it too. It wasn't but a few days later that we found each other back where we started. He called me the night before and said rather sheepishly that he had a few more questions for me for his article and wanted to know if I would be interested in stopping by the lab the next morning.

"Do you want to suck my toes?" I aksed, all sultry and insolent.

"That could be a big part of the interview. We'll have to see."

"Do you like the way my feet look? The toes so long and elegant, all so perfectly formed, all crowned with such beautiful nails. The skin so creamy. Every inch of skin a pure delight."

"Rachel, are we having phone sex?"

"Yeah."

"I want to feel your soles against my face..."

"Are you jerking off already?"

"It didn't take much to get me going."

"Maybe you should save it for tomorrow."

"What did you have in mind?"

"It depends on how things go."

"How is that?"

"As long as we don't get caught."

"Are you going to hold back like last time if you get scared?"

"No. I mean, if we get caught, we get caught. We'd be forced to stop."

"Oh, Rachel, I'd keep fucking no matter what. There could be the principal right behind me trying to pull me off you and I'd just keep going until I spurt."

"You better bring a condom."

"God, it's so ready to cum right now."

"Go ahead, I don't want you to be too overworked."

"Pretend you have both of my feet right up against your face. You can smell them all you like. How do they smell?"

"They're sweaty and I love it!"

"How do they taste?"

"Like pure honey!"

"Like what?"

"Honey!"

"Keep sucking that honey, honey."

"Oh, Rachel, I think I'm going to..."

"See ya tomorrow."

We got off to as early a start as possible. Brian had a key to the lab and so we were able to get a head start on everyone. We knew we didn't have much time and we knew what we wanted. It was such an awesome thrill. We hadn't seen each other totally naked yet so we got high off that as we stripped off the moment we got inside that classroom. He started sucking on my tits and I grabbed for his cock. It was even bigger than I thought it was. I couldn't wait to suck on it. I knelt down and took it into my mouth. He groaned and even gasped a little. I remember squeezing his ass while I sucked. Then I layed down on the floor and raised both of my feet up in the air. He knelt down and started lapping away at the soles as he jerked off. Aw, it was like an out-of-body experience. It was so intense and we started to lose track of time. I didn't like what I was doing in the sense of it being so reckless but that also made it so much sweeter for me. When I finally saw him wrap his dick in a condom, I felt such a relief to know we weren't completely insane! He pounded away with just the right pressure and managed to keep going long enough for me to cum once, twice, maybe more. It was needed. I felt release...so much so that I felt I'd gotten it out of my system. It was the best morning in school I'd ever had!

Labels: blogs, erotica, feet, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, high school, journals, kinky, pop culture, sex, toes, Writing, young, youth

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.

Labels: diary, erotica, feet, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, journal, kinky, romance, sex, Writing, young, youth

Flip Flop Girl Finds Flip Flop Boy

It was in my senior year that I really came around to becoming the flip flop girl I am today. I think my chickens came home to roost, as they say. All the things that were burning inside me, all my desires, all my fantasies, had to be met head on. There was no turning back. I was a glorious young woman in full bloom and in full command of whatever her heart desired. Nothing really left to stop me. I had gotten to taste two extremes in boy action: one wild but stupid and the other mild, maybe distant, leaving me wanting more. That fall, I set aside my Doc Martens, and started out the year in some hellishly red flip flops with hot red nail polish to match. I was on fire and I wanted people to know it. I was smart, as smart as a teenager could be I thought, but I also wanted to shake things up and do it on my terms.


Having said that, I do regret that I didn't make things work with David. At the time, I put a lot of it off on him. I was going with my feelings and my feelings were very strong. In the end, if you can't trust your gut, what do you have, right? Well, I certainly wasn't being logical and even-tempered about it. I was working from some deep-seated passions that weren't being met. That's how I felt at the time. And when you're a teen in heat, you sometimes can't think straight. All of this fire within me led me to Brian, a guy who was cool without trying. He was handsome, athletic, and a quick wit. He also seemed to know what he was doing. There was no awkwardness with him. I remember thinking about him while I was still with David. I remember contemplating somehow getting to know him. And then, on that first day of class, he walked up to me. He said he was continuing on as part of the staff for our school paper and he wanted to do a profile on me. It was perfect. He said he liked my illustrations from last year's yearbook and even wondered if I might want to join the newspaper staff. Well, whatever he asked, I was going to say yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then he put the icing on the cake. He looked down at my feet and smiled. "You have very pretty feet." Oh, my god. Guys had said that but not the right guy and Brian was looking very much like the right guy! And things only got better. They got better really fast.

Brian asked if I'd like to meet him in our newspaper lab for the interview the next day before classes started. Of course I would! I didn't see him again until that next morning. It was so exciting to finally start in on something with him. I knew it was suppose to just be an interview but I also knew that most of these high school features were just fun fluff: a chance to flirt, gossip, or whatever. I had applied a new coat of candy apple red to my toes and offset it with hot pink flip flops. I distinctly remember he couldn't get his eyes off my feet the moment I walked in the door. The feeling was so intense it gives me goose bumps even today, considering what happened next.

We made ourselves comfortable at a long table with chairs facing each other. I had a feeling I could do just about anything and Brian didn't let me down. Without thinking, I pushed my feet up and plopped them down on his lap. "Brian, before we do anything, I really could use a foot massage." He kept looking at my feet. I wiggled my toes, the flip flops starting to come loose. He took hold of both my feet.

"Rachel, you do have such pretty feet. How did you know I would appreciate them?"

"You told me yourself yesterday!"

"I did start to say that. But I didn't say how much."

"Show me."

This is what did it for me.

He slid off one flip flop and raised my foot to his face.

"They smell like roses."

I giggled. I wasn't sure what would happen next. I was coming close to being on the edge of my seat.

He still had the flip flop in his hand. I think he was rubbing it between his fingers.

"Rachel, I'm really turned on."

I felt like I was at the height of sophistication. I felt invincable. It was like the two of us were having a good laugh on everyone else. We knew something no one else did. We were hot. We were horny. And we were smart as hell.

He pressed my foot to his mouth and started lapping away like a dog. I scrunched up my toes and he licked all the little crevices. I spread my toes and he licked everywhere in between. I was shaking. I was wet. I couldn't believe how lucky I could be. I needed this so bad. Brian. Yes. He had unlocked a door that was going to stay open from now on.

This was only the start. I knew it was only going to get better but not necessarily right then. I pulled my foot away.

"Oh, Brian, you don't know how much I needed that. But I want to hold back, ease back."

"You're right, Rachel. This is new for me too. I mean, like this, just out of the blue."

"I just don't want us to get caught being stupid about things."

"I know."

And I'm glad I put the brakes on it when I did just to let him know I wasn't some out-of-control nympho. I wasn't really into living out some porn fantasy once I came to my senses. I'd like to think Brian would have stopped too at some point. But then, just as soon as we had calmed down, I know I started thinking about how hot that was. It left me wanting more and I instinctively felt it left him wanting more too--but in a good way. I know that was my logic. And it worked. It worked very well and led to fullfilling everything I could have wanted back then as we embarked on our new shared path.

Labels: autobiography, blogs, boyfriends, dating, erotica, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, high school, love, sex, toe sucking, toes

Flip Flop Girl: On Being a Girl

I never lose sight of the fact that being in tune with the ground, with your feet, encompasses many things. I think my earliest memories of flip flops are sweet and bring back to me a pure and innocent sensuality that is powerful in its own right. It reminds me of Woodsworth's search for a greater innocence, one tempered by experience.

A little girl in flip flops is tapping into feeling good on a profound level and she already knows it. What she doesn't know, all that sex stuff, she doesn't have to know. It gets in the way. Sometimes, it gets in my way. Sometimes I envy people not aware of what a foot fetish is. I can't believe the other day when I was over at a friend's and she had on the TV. And it was Oprah. The topic of foot fetishes came up and Oprah said she'd never heard of such a thing. But then I think that I am better off knowing as much as I want and putting it to good use.

As a child, playing on the beach, I remember the sensation of being one with my body and with nature. A Garden of Eden feeling! Placing my feet in the sand, working them deep down inside, padding about leaving footprints, and then having the ocean wash each and every little grain of sand away, all these sensations were having their way with me.

If I found myself starting high school with making plans for having sex on the beach, I could say that the beach had already seduced me. As soon as I was old enough, I know I played with myself while pressing my feet into the sand. It wasn't anything explicit. I was about thirteen and I do remember discreetly rubbing myself while at the beach. It was a start and I was confident even back then that much lay ahead.

I suppose my experience with Tim was a bit of a false start. I was never really in harm's way. As I say, it's not for everyone. I wouldn't want my child, if I ever do have a child, to do the same. It was just one of those things that worked itself out for my particular needs. It provided me with a little of everything: information, confidence, and some attention. I was lucky to make use of it all as best I could. That experience did not, however, provide me with much love so I can't call it my first love. That came a little later.

Labels: beach, erotica, flip flops, foot fetish, girl, sand, sex, story, toes, Writing

Flip Flop Girl: For the Very First Time

I'll go ahead and jump into my first sexual experience because I've been thinking about it since last night. I sort of look at it as dumb luck that it turned out the way it did. Sex is messy. And this was sort of messy while also being less messy than I could have ever expected.

It was the summer before high school. I'd gotten interested in this long haired skinny boy my age. He and I would see each other riding bikes. He smiled at me. I'd smile at him. Then we finally started talking. Tim was very laid back. He told me he liked to smoke pot. He also talked about Hemingway. He was a gentle, sort of spacy, intriguing boy. As for the pot, he never pressured me into smoking with him. And I never showed any interest. Maybe that's why I rarely saw him smoke.

We didn't really go out for very long. It was a mismatch from the start but he shared my love for books so he had me hooked for awhile. He led the way to my introduction to sex. It was odd but I wouldn't change a thing.

We had been going out for a couple of weeks. We kissed. We held hands. Our first movie together was a tape of Eraserhead and that really set the tone for that summer.

We were alone at his home. The parents were away. I don't think his parents realized we were alone but I'd come to learn that they were a very easygoing lot, perhaps too easygoing. They let Tim do as he pleased. He told me that it was his folks who turned him onto weed. I shrugged. We walked out into the backyard. There was a swimming pool and lawn chairs. It was very hot. We were in shorts, tees, and flip flops. As soon as we stepped out onto the deck, he kicked off his flip flops, he threw off his shirt, and pulled off his shorts. He plopped down on a chair with a thud. "What the hell?" I thought as my heart started to race.

"It's okay, Rachel. Feel free to strip off too. Why be a hypocrite? It's hot. It feels better this way, that's all," said Tim so confidently, so matter-of-factly, and so persuasively. I couldn't resist. He had me out of my clothes lounging in the next chair within seconds. "Yeah, oh, I know what you mean," I said, not feeling like I was trying to play it cool but just going with the flow.

What he did next was utterly inspired although it is definitely not for everyone. He casually took hold of his dick and started to stroke away. He even let out a little sigh. "What the fuck?" I asked myself, although less scared than I'd been at first. "Having fun?" I remember asking him.

"Rachel, just do whatever makes you feel good. That's how I live my life."

"Oh, sure, I'm just not used to being so...liberal."

His parents were neo-hippies, totally vegan, save-the-planet, everything hemp.

"My folks are nudists. I've always felt better out of clothes."

"Cool."

I couldn't bring myself to touch myself. I did, however, want to watch him. His dick was pointing straight up. It was massive, a missle gleaming in the hot sun. If he bent down, I swear, I'm pretty sure he could have kissed it! He'd stroke it lightly, pet it, slide his fingers up and down it. Then he started to stroke it faster and squeeze on his balls. He kept this up until finally his rocket took flight and exploded hot cum. I was mesmerized!

He had huge feet too. Big meaty feet with pads as big as a bear's and thick long toes, like claws. I remember being fascinated by them as I was with his whole long bronzed body and especially his free-wheeling big dick, like a geyser, like a fire hose. That boy was hung like a horse! And all I wanted to do was just look at it. He understood. He was probably still a little stoned and only had enough energy to focus on keeping that skycraper of his erect.

After an experience like that, you might expect a girl to make a hell bent descent into utter debauchery but I've always had a good head on my shoulders. If I remember right, he dozed off after the fireworks. Even if he'd been awake, he was so lethargic that he never posed a threat. I'd come to trust him. He was there for me as a friend. I think that summer we repeated this encounter a number of times and it was always about the same. I'd gotten comfortable enough where I'd play with myself too. It felt really good in the hot sun, the two of us there together getting off separately.

I didn't really feel like playing with his dick. I'd touch it and I'd let him touch me but that was about it. And I was hardly going to put that thing inside me. I was already contemplating future boyfriends, my own health and safety, my entire future! No, we just did our own thing and then swam around the pool. What worked best for me was simply watching him go at it. I learned so much from watching him wank off. I learned when to stop and then start up again; when to ease in and when to ease off; when to glide your fingers along with the honey drippings! It was much better than porn would ever have been. Although, with his schlong, it did have a surreal porno quality. I still had such a ways to go with foot love or anything back then; at that time, it was all about learning as much as I could and that alone could turn me on. I sometimes wonder if Tim ever progressed beyond what he was doing with me. He was smart. But, when I think about it, he looked and acted like such an oaf. He wouldn't have known the first thing to do with my pretty feet while I already had some ideas of my own.

What's really funny is that towards the end we got sloppy about tracking the whereabouts of Tim's parents. One sweet summer day, we were out in the backyard having our usual fun when both parents showed up out of nowhere! Tim became a legend to me that day. He kept up a nice stroke on his engorged member and half-heartedly said hello. The two of them stared at us for a moment but quickly dropped their gaze and made an incredible effort to appear unphased by what was before them. The father made some pathetically passive remarks, something like, "Well, you guys take it easy."

They did everything but flash us a fucking peace sign! Surprizingly, the longer this played out, the more comfortable I became to where I wasn't embarrassed at all, actually a little irritated, but not embarrassed. I was totally happy to just lay there, my tits for all to see, the nipples sticking straight out! Were they giving off good healthy nudist vibes? I don't know. I thought they should have just told us to put our clothes on but they didn't and went back inside. I know I went back to fingering myself and went on to have the best orgasm I'd known up til then. After that, it was time for a well deserved dip in the pool.

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Flip Flop Girl's Notes: Seeing the Light After Being in the Dark for Much Longer Than I Had Expected!
Hi, world. Life is good, is it not? I'm feeling pretty good. My boyfriend is treating me right. I'm feeling pretty grounded, my feet firmly on the ground. I love my feet, my whole body, mind, and soul. I don't know what the future holds. If this were a love story, this might be a good place to stop. But things have a way of unraveling or developing in unexpected ways. I could say that I've currently found a good place in my life. A good footing from where to continue to confidently look forward and also have the luxury of looking back. I'm thinking of doing a lot of looking back, going as far back as I can. I'll also mix things up with fun lists and who knows what will get into my mind to do. But expect more stories. There will be more meditations on sex because sex is very important to me, as it should be for all us humans. I suppose some of us tap into sex more than others, have more opportunities, and like to question things more. I'm just that sort of person!




I want to treat you to as much as I have to offer.





I want you to sit back and enjoy my conversation as if it's just the two of us having coffee together.



It's all over way too soon. We need to enjoy the moment while we can.

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A Few Notes on a Wonderful Day

Hello, everyone. I'm over at Thad's right now. I'm upstairs in his little attic/study area. I just wanted to make a few notes regarding a very pleasant day I spent with him. He was very sweet and we seem to be floating along on a cloud at the moment. It was such a sunny day today. A slight nip in the air but not too bad at all. So nice that I opted for flip flops. This time I went with a chunky pair of Tevas, very spongy but firm too. We are such foot freaks that we find it exceptionally stimulating to do something so potentially mundane as to go to a nail salon together. For me, I find any type of pampering fascinating. Perhaps you agree.

I don't always go to the same place: it can vary from a high end spa to a little hole in the wall, just as long as it's tidy and has class. We were hanging out in Wallingford so I decided to pay a visit to a little shop I hadn't been to in awhile run by a sweet Korean family. I got waited on by Mary, a very sweet girl. She said she missed me. She remembered my feet. She said they are long and elegant. Who am I to pass up a compliment. As my feet soaked, I asked her how my feet were really any different from anyone else. Maybe I was fishing for another compliment. "Rachel, everyone has feet that are unique. All feet have their own personality," she said. "Yes, I would definitely agree," I replied. "I look at the face, the hands, and the feet when I meet someone. You radiate beauty and goodwill from all three places," she answered. I really wasn't expecting that but I was so happy to hear it. "Thank you, Mary, that is really nice to know," I said. For the rest of the day, I knew I would feel no pain. When it came to decide on the color for my polish, I wanted something transcendent but couldn't decide. "I say go deep with a Royal Blue," said Mary. And so I did.

I couldn't believe how beautiful the polish looked. And how energized I was. Thad took one look and was beside himself. "Rachel, this is a beautiful sight to behold. Your toes look incredibly perfect right now. The polish is exquisite, the perfect color in so many ways, this time of year, the mood, this moment. It does more than just turn me on, I think. It's like I just want to gaze in awe." Wow. Talk about transcendent! Everything felt so right at that very moment. Perfect. And it only got better.

We decided to take a stroll around Green Lake. It's usually a bit on the crowded side since it seems everyone feels like taking a little stroll around Green Lake but it wasn't too bad. I was striding around in my comfy flip flops showing off my perfect pedicure with my hot boyfriend by my side. What could be better? Well, it got better as we decided to take a rest at a park bench. We nuzzled close together and stared at each other until we laughed and got in close to kiss each other and then admire each other and then kiss again. "Rub my feet gently, would you honey?" "Bring them over," he said. I moved back a bit and plopped my feet on his lap, my flip flops flying in the air. He gently rubbed the soles. I looked at his hands gently kneading my skin. I didn't have to say anything else. He didn't stick my feet in his mouth or do anything nasty. I wouldn't have minded but it was nice that we could just chill. It was really nice! Transcendent!

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On the Way Back to His Place, We Could Have Crashed the Car with How We Behaved

Thad owns a little Beemer that he restored himself. He's so good with his hands. It's truly a vintage treat. A little smaller than I would have liked but, as they say, size doesn't matter. Or do they say, "Size matters"? Well, I'm just talking about his car and the only problem I was having was wanting a little more leg room. I have long legs! He also has this even older Saab that looks like a rocket! Are you familiar with that type? I don't really know cars but I'm learning. Anyway, I mention all this about the inside of the car because we did it in his car right after our little escapade in the shoe department at Nordy's! I wasn't going to get into this but it's been a slow week ever since.

As I wonder if I'm getting too excessive and becoming a sex addict, I plunge into yet another sex story for you. It has to be kept in context. I'm not doing this all the time, 24/7. Not that I wouldn't mind it but I like to think I have a well balanced life too! This was unusually good so here goes: We decide I should wear my new wedgies out the store. Having had Thad freshly kiss each of my toes and us getting so worked up, I couldn't help myself! Thad whispered to me that he was ready to burst! I sometimes just have to give in to my needs and I did say I wanted an erotic adventure so I wanted to be good to my word. I took hold of his arm as we walked out the door into the freezing weather. "Oh, my toes! Thad it's so cold, you're going to have to suck my toes and get them all warm!" was what I blurted out for all to hear. I was making out with him as we waited to cross the street and thinking about how we hadn't christened the Beemer yet. "Let's do it in the car." I whispered in his ear.

We had parked the car in an indoor lot, crammed inside like sardines. There was no way of knowing when someone would approach us or not so we were really taking things to a much higher and riskier level. In fact, we had entered into a moment of sheer chaos. We had pumped ourselves up and now we had pushed ourselves into this dangerous situation. People were coming and going and it could backfire on us big time. "We'd be more comfortable in the back but then we'd be pretty obvious, don't you think?" I said. "Let's get in the front," was all he said.

"Try crossing your legs," he directed. "Can you reach my toes?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Suck them! They're so cold!" I blurted out. He slid off my shoe and it was a smooth dive for his mouth to take in my freezing cold foot. He was hungry and just kept sucking away at each toe until they were nice and toasty. "Ah, you do it so good." I said.

I'm not a contortionist so it wasn't exactly easy for us to do much else but we were both quite pleased. I did, however, want to be a really bad girl and needed to get hold of his cock. I was too charged up and just needed his dick. That's all there was to it! I am a lady but if you push my buttons enough, I become an animal in heat. "Give me back my foot, sweetheart. I want your cock," was what I said. He immediately unzipped and pulled it out, all strong and firm. I put my hand to it and started jerking him off. I looked around, bent down, and made my way over. He let out a little grunt. I took hold of his cock in my mouth and was high. "It's OK, keep going, keep going," he said the whole time as I sucked away. I was in a trance. "Keep going...it's OK." I sucked harder, jerked him off, sucked his balls..until I could feel it cumming and then I firmly placed my mouth over his sweet cock and drank his juice.

"Sit back, honey," he started to say. I pulled down my panties and let him finger me. I was so wet and spaced out. I let him rub me. "Go gently, Thad," I kept saying.

I really didn't mean to write this but it was pretty powerful stuff we shared. Except for some major details I won't go into now, it pretty much knocked Simon out of my mind. Well, at that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything else, of course! I guess I'm saying that it was something special that I shared with Thad. It was sex but there was more to it too. At least that's what I think right now. I think it was two people that really felt comfortable being crazy together, totally crazy and intimate. I still think a lot of what Thad and I share is just sex but I'm hoping there's more to it, if just because it would be nice to have that right now in my life.

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The Imelda Marcos of Flip Flops

I have not talked too much about my current boyfriend. I've only said a few things about Thad such as he can be really arrogant; he's really horny; he's very hot; and I often wonder if we're on the same page. But he showed some spirit over the weekend and I've decided to share it with you.

As a joke, mind you, I had brought up the Jimmy Choo flip flops that I did not get for Christmas. I gave Thad the most pitiful little pout and almost had the poor lad in tears...laughing at my sorry state. He said that I already owned way too many flip flops and, with mock dismay, that it scared him. "That isn't the point!" I said, "A girl is entitled to own as many flip flops as she wants!" "You're the Imelda Marcos of flip flops!" he said. "Great pop culture reference!" was all I could say. He was starting to show a sense of humor. I equate "humor" with "human." So, I was happy.

I kept up with the flip flop demand until he relented and agreed to go shopping with me. I suppose it helped that I kept sticking my feet in his face and saying morbidly sweet things like, "Doesn't daddy want the best for his little girl's tootsies?" in the most cartoony baby voice. Or maybe he took pity on me. Or maybe it was the fact that I suggested we go out shopping and see if we might turn it into some sort of erotic adventure. Yeah, I think that's what did it. In moments, we were off to Nordy's. This initial playful demand had turned into a quest and taken on a life of its own.

It didn't seem to matter that is was the dead of winter. I swear, girls squeeze in as many chances to flaunt their feet as they can. And, even though sandals are hardly a featured item this time of year, Nordy's always has a few out on display. Fashion knows no bounds. What's a few snow flakes on your open-toe pumps, right? Yeah, the customer is always right. And we were embracing the moment. We were the customers and we were going to take control of the situation. We asked to try on just about every sandal they had available. If a woman carries herself well, she can walk right in and try on any shoe barefoot and avoid wearing those "footie" nylon socks. I was wearing nice pumps and my feet were beyond reproach. It just adds to the experience when you can press your soles down into all these shoes that you know you're not going to buy.

Ultimately, I didn't even buy any flip flops. They didn't carry Jimmy Choo's flip flops or any Jimmy Choo. But, just for fun, I ended up finding a pair of wedgies I liked. And, just at the right moment, I slid my new Fuck Me shoes on Thad's lap and asked him if he'd check to see if he liked them. As quickly as he processed that sensation, I asked him if he'd help me slip out of them. Thad was giggling a little but he went along. I was really laying on the seductress role pretty thick. Then I said, "Kiss my toes, sweetheart." And, in that very moment, we were both locked into something. We were totally zoned in. And, I guess we didn't care if someone saw us or not. Or maybe we did. It couldn't have lasted more than mere seconds but Thad dutifully kissed each toe and then looked at me with a wide grin. And, too our delicious surprise, we had been spotted. "Oh, that's cute," said our salesgirl. It was a refreshing response! She had a nose ring and was sporting flip flops herself so I guess we lucked out. But I couldn't leave well enough alone.

"My boyfriend has a foot fetish," I said, just to see what would happen. Maybe it was unfair of me but I caught myself and went for broke: "I have a thing for feet too." Was I being confrontational? Oh, I wasn't even thinking that. But our salesgirl did not miss a beat. "I think that's cool. I love feet too!" "I guess you would," I said, "being that you work in the Shoe Department." "Yeah, I guess so!" was her last response to all this. In another moment, things sort of returned back to usual. We made our purchase and were quite satisfied with our little outing which I guess it was: an outing! I "outed" both of us as being into feet and there was a pleasant result in the end! We discussed this in the car going home. Thad was so cool about it all. He didn't say anything about feeling awkward. He just rolled with it. I have to give him a lot of credit for that!

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The Flip Flop Girl's Story 3
Simon's First Confession

Simon was my boyfriend for about two years. We only recently broke up. I still have feelings for him which I guess might be obvious. Ha. Ha. He was not always easy to get along with although he was, by his very nature, a very casual dude. Casual but not a slacker. He was a tech guy for a big software company. He said he knew so much code that he sometimes felt like a machine. I guess math and technical stuff came easy to him. He had a knack for it, very left brain-oriented. But, as I said, there was a lot to him that was anti-high tech. He seemed to rebel against the very creature he helped develop. Well, he is only a foot soldier in the great Information Age, as he puts it. He says he's just doing a job that he sort of fell into and that luckily turns out to pay well. He's lived all his life in the same area: except for going away for college, he's managed to stay in his home town through some lucky breaks in finding work. Maybe having enjoyed so much stability has led him to long for more simpler times. He's not alone. In his office, he's got this collection of action figures and retro toys but so do a lot of his colleagues! I think so many of these software engineers envy the "creative" types. Some might exhibit toys for show but I'm guessing that maybe they all long for something more. So, I guess my right-brain strengths must have been quite appealing to Simon.

He always told me that, as regards foot love, he didn't want that to get in the way of anything. He never wanted to have us deteriorate into mere foot fucks. He didn't want that to be the only way he or I got turned on either! "Always keep it as part of your bag of tricks," he would said. I was and still am curious about foot fetishes despite all the foot sex. I asked him once what he thought was the cause of his foot fetish, if that was possible to pin down. He thought that was an excellent question and he didn't think any of his lovers had ever bothered to ask him. He said that there were probably a number of triggers but that he'd first tell me of what he guessed might have been the very first. He said he must have been around four when he was dropped off with a neighbor for awhile who had a daughter about the same age or maybe a little older. It is a fuzzy memory but he recalls that he and the girl were in her room watching cartoons on TV when she did the most unusual thing. She took her foot and sucked on her toes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and he distinctly remembered being aroused. It was definitely something a little kid would have trouble processing. He said he recalled it as an isolated incident, and perhaps even back then he could sense it as a window to things to come. Then he decided to add some more to his story. He said that when he hit puberty, he did remember re-enacting that scene but this time it was him sucking his own toes. He looked a me wondering what I'd say and I just gave him a kiss.

Obviously, this was a breakthrough for him to confide in me. But I also find other things significant and inter-related about sucking one's own toes and foot fetishes in general and wearing flip flops beyond the practical beach and gym purpose. I think this is all a form of comfort. As babies, we were completely tuned in to the sensual. If we wanted to suck our toes, hell yeah, we'd just do it and adults around us would applaud or coo at us. With a world so hyped up on caffeine and hyper this and cyber that, is it any wonder we want to tap into the sensual as much as humanly possible. In the future, I hope everyone is wearing flip flops just for the sake for their sanity. If we think the world is moving too fast now, what the hell is it going to be like in the future? I seek balance. What I'm interested in is how an interest in feet is evolving. Will it become, or has it already become, just another shallow high-octane high-adrenaline fueled sex act being abused in every fraternity and penthouse? I'm not saying I want to keep this at a spiritual level and there's really no way to control something like this aside from better understanding. I know I'm sort of rambling now. I think we all need to be aware of how powerful a love of feet can be--yeah, I think that's the answer. It can provide solace from a crazy world and it's always going to have an edge to it to help you get off. It's a natural medicine.

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The Flip Flop Girl's Story 2
The First Time I Took Simon To Bed

I feel pretty loosened up right now. I went to my gym early this morning and took a swim. Wanted to do some thinking. Now, I'm out of a warm bath. Feels pretty good for body and soul. I miss the massages I would get from Simon. He turned me on to Neutrogena body oil. It is the smoothest and silkiest oil around. I highly recommend it. I just eased it onto my body right now. He was such a dear. The first time we made love, he said he had a little surprise. He started spouting off how great this oil was. I joked and asked him if he had stock in it. He just said, "Okay, wait and see." That first night, he did my back and really worked my shoulders for which I was forever grateful. He had me purring. He rubbed my ass, worked his way down my long legs and then began the most amazing foot massage. I couldn't believe it. He rubbed the soles so well: gently gliding his fingers across them, firmly pressing down. I was in heaven. Simon was covering a lot of little pressure points like Shiatsu, running his fingers down to each toe and letting go after a firm press. It was really beautiful and just blew my mind thinking this guy could be my boyfriend!

"I'm going to try a special technique I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy," he said. "Go for it, big boy," I remember saying. He pressed the soles of my feet to his face. I felt a rush of excitement. Gently, and then firmly, he started doing with his tongue the same thing he had so masterfully done with his fingers. I let out a little gasp and I was getting wet. Oh, Simon. He returned to massaging with his fingers. "You can kiss them," I said. He started to kiss each toe. "You can suck on them too," I said boldly. "You're one step ahead of me," he said. He started sucking on my big toe. It was delicious. It was like he was sucking on a dick. Then he sucked each and every toe and all the little spots in between. I did ask him right then, and probably a few times after for fun during our time together, if he ever thought of a dick when he sucked my toes or was it always me on his mind. He said when he was involved with my feet that he was high and just in the moment. I smiled and said it didn't matter to me one way or another. He liked being coy but he said his being mysterious sometimes cost him when a girl started thinking he was bisexual so he said, for the record, he was definitely straight and he loved, completely loved my toes. I said I really believed him, not that he had to make an official statement. Basically, he was a beautiful man and opened me up. He was very free, no need to pin him down on his sexuality. Actions were speaking louder than any words and I was completely satisfied! I loved what he did with my feet so much that I eagerly wanted to return the favor, not something I usually did. Lucky for me, he had beautiful feet. That same night, I started in on his big toe and made it clear I was loving it like it was his cock. "So, now who's sucking cock?" he said. I looked right at him, his toes still on my face, "Who wants to know?"

I had him completely under my spell. I could feel his whole body quiver. He was like in a trance. I had him by the balls, so to speak, and we both loved it. I took a look at his cock and it was so hard and twitching like a volcano about to erupt with trickles of lava just beginning to roll down. This was paradise for both of us but I knew what would make it even better and would make that volcano erupt at any moment. He was about to reach for his cock when his wildest dreams must have been answered. We were both completely in the moment. I reached over and started to stroke his beautiful firm cock, totally enjoying the natural lubrication and all the time his foot in my mouth. I manipulated each toe with my tongue, ran my tongue all over his sole but didn't stray to far from the big toe, sucking and stroking until he was totally on the edge, beyond the edge, and let out an incredible spurt that flew out of his cock. He said he'd never had it so good! It was a revelation, a whole new way of looking at things! And it was also an incredibly amazing bonding experience. Something extraordinary had happened between us. He came but so had I. I had never thought I'd get so into feet before. I think of it as, overall, amazing sex, but feet were an important part, far more than I had known before.

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