The Flip Flop Girl

As my online friend just said, why would a guy want to start talking when he had my beautiful toes in his hot mouth? Thad has always been good in bed. He certainly has the body and the confidence and the sense of humor. When he first brought up wanting to do a video like that, I shook my head. "No fucking way," was what I said next when he just stared at me. "But it's no big deal," he said. "Well, if it's no big deal, then we don't need to do it." He held firmly to both my feet and kept his eyes on my toes. He was at the foot of the bed on his knees and my feet were directly in front of him. At any moment, he could just sink his mouth down onto my toes. He could be lapping away at my soles. So, yeah man, no talking, especially no talking shit. Wasn't our lovemaking enough?!!!

Labels: feet, flip flops, foot fetish, pop culture, relationships, sex, video

It started out one night, like so many others, we were getting into it. He had his hands on the prize, my beautiful feet. He had one in each of his big hands. He lapped away at the soles, one after the other. He had such a rhythm going it was so awesome, I thought I was going to cum right then and there, just from his licking. Lick, lick, lick, like a great big puppy dog onto my hungry feet so in need of his nourishment. And then, just then, the guy has to break the mood. "You know, babe, we should do a video."

Labels: feet, foot fetish, pop culture, relationships, sex, video

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.

Labels: blogs, dating, erotica, flip flops, foot fetish, journals, love, philosophy, pop culture, relationships, romance, sex, well-being, Writing

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.

Labels: dating, erotica, fashion, flip flops, foot fetish, relationships, romance, sex, Writing

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!

Labels: dating, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, pop culture, relationships, Writing

Sex in the City and the Consolation of a Pedicure

There's a blog I've become addicted to and find myself posting on a lot. She is such dear. It is a real-life version of Sex in the City to some extent. Actually, way better. I always found that show too contrived. Like, they never really did anything on that show, did they? Yeah, they lived in the city and, yeah, they did have sex. But I never felt like I was really a fly on the wall to something juicy. I'll have to look at it again. That show must qualify for our upcoming list of tv shows making reference to feet. Anyway, I will have to post sometime about the virtues and pleasures of going to a spa, or even a little salon, and sitting back and having a pedicure. Sometimes, that does feel better than sex or can be a great little substitute. I know few, if any, upstanding young women would admit as much but I put it out there nonetheless. I say, when in doubt, go for something sensual. When reason gets in the way, you need to go deeper to something primal.

So, here is my response to today's installment of the dating blog on Glamour. I suppose you should know that the blog is kept by a Glamour writer who is documenting her dating adventures. At this time in her life, it's anything goes. She could date anyone. And, as luck would have it, she has gotten a little bogged down with the boy next door and is focusing on him but there's really no telling if anything will come of it. In the meantime, Alyssa has gone out and gotten the little ankle tattoo as shown above. And now she'd liked nothing more than a nice pedicure. I think she's on the right track. She should just sit back and let her feet be pampered as she relaxes:

Oh, daydreaming is alright, including relationship daydreaming. How do you think artists get inspiration? It's not the only way but it's one way. You have to always keep in mind that it is a daydream and channel that energy for your own good. Maybe that daydream will lead to some form of self-improvement, that sort of thing. Always keep in mind that, after all the daydream revelry, there might not be a guy at the end of it all or the guy turns out to be less than expected.

And don't lose track of your goal to ask out every guy you feel an attraction for. What would be so bad about striking up a conversation with a total stranger? I mean, it all depends on the situation but, given that safety is accounted for, why not? It's a good dare. If you see a guy you like, just go up and talk to him. Totally spontaneous: none of this snooping ahead of time. You have nothing to lose! And it's way better than slogging through online personals. This emailing back and forth drama is not going to be much fun. I hope the reader that described her online romance eventually caught herself and realizes there never was a romance in the least until she actually started to date that guy. For her to even induldge the notion that she knew that guy is not good. No, she did not know this guy.

The whole idea that life finally comes into focus once you tie the knot is problematic too. How is it that a guy that was obnoxious while dating, finally becomes the answer to life when he becomes the hubby. My husband! Now, life has meaning! I feel the whole women's movement, in spirit if not in reality, continues to deteriorate at a rapid pace. This is not to say that guys can't be wonderful and that marriage can't be a good thing but there's more to life too.

Finally, I like your last post in the sense that it felt like a post that was allowing you to take a pause, looking at things in the interim: catching up with friends, debating on whether to get that pedicure so soon after getting that tat. The golden boy next door is now turning into a concept that can be thrown in with the deathless concept of the deviled eggs in one basket. Was Sex in the City really that good? Well, I've always liked Sarah Jessica Parker. To me, they always seemed on the verge of doing something great and then, when the plot did progress, things sort of petered out and then it was on to the next build up of drama.

Labels: blogs, feet, foot fetish, pedicures, relationships, sex, Writing

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.

Labels: books, journal, love, relationships, sex, Writing

More About My Boyfriend: What happened to My Jimmy Choo flip flops?

I only asked him for one thing for Christmas and it was a pair of Jimmy Choo flip flops. Or sandals. Just something special for my feet. Considering this boy his a high-adrenaline foot fiend, I though he'd jump at the chance to serve his woman, to grant her this wish. You know, just a little sign of affection, just a little gesture to show we're both on the same page. If he didn't want to lavish me with my potentially expensive request, like I say, he could have found something, anything in the ball park that he'd have known would have set the mood. He did get me a gift: a really nice perfume. Maybe he wanted to show me that he will do as he pleases, which is very likely. Or, and I don't think it's this one, he wanted to show me that he's more broadminded. I don't know if I'm making too much out of it. As I've seen it so far, all we share is sex and his intense interest in feet. I'm not saying that's wrong and I'm not saying it's the best situation. It just is what it is. He's very busy. And so am I. And we don't make time for each other. When we do hook up, it very quickly becomes sex. I don't know what I'm worried about. It just seemed odd to me that he wouldn't acknowledge it with some foot wear. It seems so fitting! And this boy does know my shoe size! He's not shy. Perfume is nice. Is that really in the ball park? Sort of. Did he want me to spray some on my feet? He never said that. I would think it would sort of get in the way. I prefer to avoid extra scents. It depends. Never say never, right? But I desire the sweat, the musk, the pheromones. I hope I haven't hurt is feelings. The way he acts sometimes, I wonder if he has any. He doesn't show them very well.

Labels: fashion, feet, flip flops, relationships, sex