Last Christmas I Gave You My... Boots? That Can't Be Right!
• Sensual Pleasures
Last Christmas day was spent with Richard fondling my boots and other kinky acts for one of the first times. Our relationship was taking it’s first fubmling steps. The eagerness to serve and stored desires in him were practically overflowing even before we became physically intimate and totally comfortable with that, which took about a week.
Getting too drunk one night very early on - possibly a result of something stressful Charles had done - Richard broke down and fell to the floor - something that might have been inappropriate but since I’ve never been able to resist a man who begs (it has been an inexplicable weakness for all my life) I loved the opportunity. This was the first time he called me Goddess and I was absolutely taken aback by the way he said it, in a good way!
The following days we had lots of interludes in the bedroom, often while Charles was in the house (it was extremely difficult to extract him), and I’ve never used my boots so much on anyone as I did in that period. At one point when Charles had dramatically outstayed his welcome, he began licking the soles of my indoor, rather plain looking boots, it was one of the funniest things I’ve seen, what with Charles being Christian in a way which makes these things seem like acts of the devil!
One of the things I miss the most right now are my boots and my human plaything.
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I don’t know if it was Jesus or just that Charles was so boring sexually. He didn’t have much imagination or openness.
Helping me recover from the sexual damage of living with him is one of the very special things you’ve been doing for me.
You are my Goddess and I love You.
Posted by: Richard | December 25, 2005 11:39 PM