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Confessional The television displays some innocuous show that Amanda and I generally enjoy. I’m more focused on the foot massage I’m giving. I enjoy providing massages, and she has some cute little feet. With one of my core love languages being physical touch, it’s a win/win. I put a little more lotion into the mix and start working on her heels. We briefly make eye contact and she gives me a smile which I naturally return. My focus returns to the foot massage. She, to the program. I knead her arches with my knuckles and find myself becoming aroused. A good massage. Amanda shifts a bit and brushes my hardness. She must have noticed as she gives me a strange look. My response is a shrug. “Do you… like my feet?” “Of course. I like all of you.” I can feel my neck getting hot. My complexion doesn’t lend itself to blushing, but that’s a minor saving grace. She points her toes and rubs my thigh with them. “I mean… do you like feet?” Most of my life, I say in my head. Outwardly, I’m mortified. This has always been a secret. Something to hide. All I can do is stammer. “Erm…” Amanda keeps rubbing her toes on my leg. “You do, don’t you.” I remain silent. My neck feels like it’s on fire. I freeze up. “That’s ok, you know. It’s ok to have a ‘thing’. It’s great, actually.” Our eyes meet. My face holds practiced, false stoicism, but her face shows understanding and care. I look down at her legs and feet, then back in her eyes. My mouth wishes to speak yet I can’t release any words. My lover sits up, kisses me and lays back down. “I mean it. It’s ok to like feet. I’m ok with it. You should be as well.” My tongue is a Gordian Knot. She speaks reasonably, and I know she’s right. A lifetime of acting a certain way is hard to change. Amanda is perceptive, though, and I… think she’s trying to help. I want her help. Her toes creep up my thigh and into my crotch. She begins to rub my hardness. Something deep down inside me shivers. My face becomes very hot. “See? This is good. It means I can make you feel really, really good. I love that.” Her feet continue to rub me. I lay back and relax a bit, enjoying the sensation. I begin to come to terms with being discovered. Amanda stands up and removes her sweatpants and undies. Her smile is full and happy. “Now you. Take ‘em off.” I’m becoming slightly more comfortable and comply. She has me lay down on the couch and runs into the other room, returning with a bottle of lube. After, she sits between my legs in a butterfly position. My lover warms some of the lube in her hands, then begins to rub some on my cock. I’m still coming to terms with all this, but I’m intensely excited. She begins to rub the lube on her feet. Whenever I look away, she *tuts* and ensures I watch. The intensity of my excitement grows. This is happening. She slides her feet on my cock, rubbing up and down my shaft. That deep-dark part of me shivers again. “Do you like that?” I manage a shallow nod. “Do you like my painted toes?” Another nod. “See? This is a good thing. You shouldn’t hide who you are.” I look into her eyes and see the same kind smile. I sit up and give her a passionate kiss and a strong hug. I whisper, “Thank you for this. Truly. Thank you.” She gives me a peck on the lips and pushes me back down with a foot. She wraps both her feet around my cock and begins to please me. That deep-dark becomes less deep, less dark. Amanda dirty talks the whole time, describing what she’s doing, how she loves making me feel like this, how great this is. I begin to believe it all. Part of me heals. My muscles tense and breathing halted as I cum. I look down, and Amanda is still all tender smiles. She brings her pointed foot up to her mouth and licks some cum off. “We’ll do this again real soon. I promise.” I swallow around the lump in my throat. Another part of me heals. |
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