The Flip Flop Girl

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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Flip Flop Girl's Fate

Hey everyone,

Yeah, I'm still around. I was so taken with how well my last post came out and how fitting it is for Valentine's Day that I wasn't going to post anything for awhile. Just take a break and gather my thoughts for the next round of posts. I wanted to pause just a bit because I want to cover some ground that is going to say a lot more about me, sort of define me even further to all of you.

I want to dig deeper and lay out more about me and how I've gotten to where I am today. Pretty much lay out my fate to you. I think fate is made up of all the choices we make in life. Choices. Recently, I made the choice to move to Seattle. That's a huge factor in what happens next in my life. More recently, I decided to become involved with the man I'm currently dating. And then there's all the other choices I've already made and have decided to stick with, like my career. Break down all those choices and you could call it my fate. A fate created by my choices.

Do you believe fate is more than the sum of your choices?

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Flip Flop Girl: Who Am I, Where Did I Come From, Where Am I Going?

With apologies to Guaguin, these are questions I ask of myself: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? And I keep asking them and sometimes I get different answers but a pattern emerges and I take notice and I want to write about it and share it with someone.

If you do something long enough, maybe you do start to become the thing you do. If there's any skill that is acquired, that's a bonus. But, you would hope, that your preoccupation is healthy and good for you. I do have a thing for feet. I admit it. But I always want to group it among a whole array of libidinal delights and, just as important, sources of enlightenment. I get high from thinking that the whole world is just under my feet.

I know I clued into this at an early age. I asked my mom and she confirmed that I was an avid toe sucker. That doesn't prove anything, of course. But I just wondered if I did. Some babies might not. Is that possible? Maybe all babies do. I'd have to look into that one. What are my earliest memories? The California sun and the beach. It was inevitable. I made a bond very early: toes in the sand as far back as I can recall. Was it just sensuous or was it sexual too? Well, what do you expect when there are thousands of nerve endings on our feet that are connected to every nerve ending in our bodies? I think if you're a sensual person, like me, you can't ignore this.

Should I fastforward to puberty? I'm thinking what else to say at this stage. I guess I'll be coming back as I make more connections. I can't say that I was over-sexed at an early age. I was more just in touch with the world and myself. I wasn't molested by anyone. I think what I'm saying is actually pretty common. Maybe I'll be the one to get in trouble for being so vocal about it, which really shouldn't be the case. Oh, there's also the fact that I blossomed early, that made it easier for me in some respects to tune in to my sexuality. I was never the wall flower type. So, I had boyfriends early in life, I'd say by the time I was fourteen or fifteen. I consider that early but I suppose it's not. And nothing against being shy. We all learn in our own ways, don't we?

Since I'm The Flip Flop Girl, I should tell you that I have worn flip flops for as long as I can remember! But my mom, the saint that she is, made me always remember to mix up my foot wear with other types of shoes to avoid becoming flat footed! I think she was right. I know she was. Girls make the mistake of living solely in flip flops and lose a lot of arch support. Flat feet are cute but you want to be good to yourself.

I also remember insisting to go barefoot as much as possible. This lasted for a short while, right up to when I nearly cut my foot on some glass. Ouch! And the sidewalk would just get way too hot to pad about in barefeet. I'd still do it sometimes just for the fun of it. I haven't really bothered to do it since childhood. One thing is that we don't have as many nice smooth sidewalks as we used to! At least not in my neighborhood. You'd have to go to a ritzy suburb, like where my parents live, to find a classic sidewalk surface. And, when I visit, I have padded about a little on the sidewalk to get the mail or pace about just a little.

Labels: autobiography, blogs, dating, foot fetish, journal, memoir, toe sucking, Writing

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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The Flip Flop Girl's Story 4
I Do Miss Simon

Aside from all the foot fetish themes, which is definitely a huge part of this blog, Simon and I did have a very full and satisfying relationship. I am the sort of person who just likes to go with the flow. And I'm not the sort of girl who believes you have to make plans way ahead of time and include a husband, a white picket fence, a dog, and a couple of kids. Things happen and sometimes things don't happen. I do believe you need to be in tune with yourself which has helped me with my career choices and, as regards this blog, has helped me find my groove. I embrace experiences. I don't dismiss too much. I try to find the good in what's offered to me. And so I come back to Simon, who did prove to bring a lot of good into my life.

A typical day for us would include time to just ramble on about our lives with each other. We loved coffee shops and just simple chats, not necessarily in-depth conversations although we did have plenty of those. Just sitting together with our java and hanging out or reading together was totally fun. I think I've always had a book or two I've been reading, sometimes off and on, and sometimes at a more dedicated pace. So, it was very nice to hang out with a fellow bookworm. Usually, I tended more towards good fiction, like Jonathan Safran Foer, and he seemed to have a morbid fascination with trends and liked books like, The Tipping Point. He said he always "got a kick in the pants" as to how the marketers, pundits, the whole media, kept us on our toes wanting to buy this or that unnecessary thing. And he always wanted to hear my thoughts on a good read and we actually ended up sharing books quite a lot. It was nice how we were able to share such a solitary activity as reading. That's probably why we made such good running partners too.

I'm not putting Simon up on a pedestal. He had his faults and there are good reasons we are not together anymore. I don't know that I'd want to get back together but, I suppose, that option is out there, at least for awhile. I was the one, afterall, who decided to break up. That, of course, doesn't mean I am control of anything. He could be out right now with somebody new, although I doubt he'd do that simply because he's so methodical and, well, sentimental. I'm not taking advantage of him either. I'd have to go into more detail as to what led to our break up. At the moment, I just want to think about the good things about him. He was thoughtful and he liked to share his life and his interests with me. That was a lot right there. He never put me down, like some guys I can mention. He never was into controlling other people. And he was probably, next to my father, the man with the least ego I have ever known. In a lot of ways, a great guy. In a lot of ways, the right guy or, at least, the sort of guy I should go for. I go for a lot of different guys. I don't know if that's right or wrong for me. It seems to work, for now. In a lot of ways, I can't complain. But I do miss Simon.

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The Flip Flop Girl's Story
How I Met Simon

I've been thinking about sharing more with all of you. As I say, I am grateful for all the responses I've gotten regarding flip flops and having a foot fetish and being willing to explore what it all means. What I want to do next is share with you a story about another guy in my life, maybe the one that got away. I'm still processing what happened between us. This was a couple of years ago. He was my boyfriend and I learned a lot from him. I'd even say he helped me reach a deeper level in my appreciation of myself and my body and sexuality, not just feet but definitely feet were important. I like to think of it as a deeper understanding of sensuality. I suppose I shed more of my inhibitions with him. I learned to love my whole body and to understand how my feet can be a portal to pleasure. I'd say there is still more I could learn and my experience with him taught me to reserve judgmnet and to follow my intuition. One area I am still curious about is how something so intimate has made its way into the mainstream as regular readers are well aware. And, as for loving feet, that too is still up for discussion but I already have the experience with it as well as an appreciation for its charms.

I was just thinking about Simon this morning. I went to one of my favorite haunts for a meal and some coffee. I brought the New York Times with me to keep me company. The weather was cooperative for sandals so I picked out the most upbeat flip flops I could find within my vast stash, a pair of funky Havaianas with green thongs and orange footbed. I suppose they kept me company too. As much as I was engrossed in reading, I was just as preoccupied in slipping my soles back and forth in my flips and pressing my toes into the buttery soft surface. Before I met Simon, I was already very much into flip flops. I remember when I used to work at a law firm I was the flip flop queen. Everyone would comment on my feet byway of my flip flops. Every girl wore flip flops but I guess I stood out because I seemed to always be sporting a different pair and my feet were always immaculate. You could eat off the soles of my feet and I know there were quite a few attorneys who would have been more than willing to do that. There was one I briefly dated that pretty much did just that one feverish night. Anyway, I had become a flip flop expert and so when I met Simon, it was a match between a flip flop queen and a very seasoned foot fetish king. I remember one of our first meetings, perhaps it was the first: we were at a diner, no it was more of a tavern. And he was so cute commenting on how the tavern wasn't really authentic but a replica of the real thing. We were actually on our first date. We'd met through an online dating thing and he must have taken special notice of my intense interest in flip flops. At the time, I'd come to feel very confident about it. He was a little shy to bring it up all at once. I could sense he was into feet. Maybe I felt him looking over at them. Or maybe he did say something. "That's very cool you're so into flip flops." Yeah, I think Simon did say that in passing. And I remember pretty much saying something similar to what was already in my personals ad:"I do love my flip flops. I've grown to love everything about them. I even love the very word, 'flip flop' and all its uses, even how it's used to show how politicians go back and forth in trying to bend the truth."

Those comments of mine really helped get the conversation going and helped Simon find his feet, sort of speak (ha, ha!), because he chose to express his interest in politics for awhile. He thought the whole system was suspect and that the media was more in love with following "flip flops" than the real issues. I couldn't agree more and I instantly became attracted to him. I had a feeling there was more to him and I wanted to give him a chance. He thought we were all floating along a very fluffy cloud most of the time unaware of what was really going on in the world, more inclined to navel gaze than anything else. Simon thought we just followed one celebrity mishap after another, one buzz word after another, one sound bite after another, and in the end, we were left jacked up with too much eye candy, over-stimulated, over-saturated, and over-sexed. It was funny how he put it: "I'm still trying to get a handle of this whole Generation X thing, just a fluffy label. And now we have Generation Y, and, God help us, we will damn well have Generation Z."

Oh,yeah, he was a member of Generation X, I was a member of Generation Y, and he feared his ten-year-old daughter would be a member of Generation Z.

In one fell swoop, I was seeing three individuals neatly separated into generational compartments. It was actually a pretty cool way for him to clue me into his having a kid and to give me a little nudge that he was older than me. He looked so young and sexy, still does. So, that wasn't an issue for me. It was a bit of an issue for him as I would learn.

He wondered often if he was too old for me. In hindsight, I wish I would have told him more firmly to shut the fuck up about that. If I didn't like him in any particular way, I sure as hell would have told him! I did grow to love that man. I think I could see something between us from that very first date. He is a handsome man and he has an elegant yet firm way about him. A charmer without pretending to be, you know. The real deal. And he knew a lot about a lot of things. And he was always pointing out things to me that helped me see the world a little differently or in a more interesting or critical way. Not negative, usually very supportive and positive insights. He did have his rants but I enjoyed them.

The whole thing about the tavern being fake really gets me to this day. And he was so fucking right. The tavern was in our artsy part of town, Capitol Hill, it's called Linda's Tavern. And it is an old structure with some street cred, at least enough for me. But Simon pointed out how the mounted deer head and the old posters, down to the distressed look to the bar and the booths were all just part of a packaged "look." It wasn't a real working class dive. People who frequented this bar would often be more of the middle class type than working class. And, definitely no truly sketchy characters. Not that anyone welcomes sketchy characters as a rule, right? But, well, it all depends. A bar like the Twilight, Simon pointed out, was authentic because it just was what it was, not pretty, but not trying to be ugly either. And it had a rougher crowd mixing with a more underground hipster crowd. It just felt more real because it was more real! And I guess that is what I learning to miss about Simon: he was far more real than a lot of what I'm seeing lately.

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