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Confessions Of A Footluver

 

By Chris Carr

 Copyright © 10/01/2007


 

 

 

 

I’m not sure when it started. I guess feet have always been part of my past. When I was a boy, our uncle came to stay with us. He must’ve been barely in his twenties but he was a tall, strapping man, with big biceps and a muscular chest.

In the mornings, he’d plod through our little house barefoot and his feet would slap on the concrete slab foundation. I was drawn to his large feet, the sound of them on the hard floor intriguing. I’d always stare and sometimes, I’d try comparing our feet. He’d laugh when I’d line my small feet aside his but it was very interesting to me. The way his feet were made, the large rope veins that ran across the instep and his large toes. I couldn’t have been no more than nine but I remember it well, right down to his lightly contrasted soles.

Early on, I started observing feet. It was all innocent then, my young mind simply curious. My mom walked barefoot all the time. Her dark complexion, paired with her soft, supple skin made her feet very soft and smooth. They never looked dry or cracked and her light soles contrasted sharply with her dark skin.

When I was about nine, I developed ingrown toenails, a gift from my mom. She was always doctoring her ingrown toenails, pouring alcohol on her big toe and the utensils she’d use. When she noticed I’d developed the same problem, I became her patient.

Many a night I’d sit on her bed, my foot in her lap as she dug the end of a nail file in the cuticle of my big toe, searching for the errant ingrown toenail. Man, I guess I was destined to obsess on feet, when I think about it, lol.

My brother had nice feet like my mom. He was dark complexioned like her and his feet were always soft and never dry or cracked. The soles of his feet were much lighter than his dark complexion but his feet were also pinkish brown. Very erotic, though I never lusted for his feet.

It was my feet that became my first obsession. As a preteen I’d go summers without my shoes, elated over the freedom. It was so much fun walking barefoot to me. Although I always walked barefoot around the house, my mom hardly ever let us walk barefoot outside of summer. She was very protective.

A few of my friends would dare to join me in my foot free frolicking. Ricky, the boy next door was the most venturous, following me everywhere with his bare feet. When I’d venture onto the hot sidewalk, he’d try following but soon retreat to the cool grass, yelping in pain.

I considered it a right of passage toughening my feet over the hot summer days. By summer’s end, I could walk on almost anything, gravel, hot sand, even the blistering hot pavement of the street… but not for long. That my feet stayed so soft and supple is a wonder.

By the time I was thirteen, my obsession developed into something different. I’d learned about masturbation not long before that summer and had developed a peculiar ritual. For some reason I was really drawn to my reflection in the mirror. I think it started with my rock hard dick. My dick would get so hard, you could’ve hammered nails with it. It would stand erect at a taut 45 degree angle and I’d get off looking at it from the side.

By then our family had moved to the burbs and we had a beautiful three bedroom house complete with a pool. The hallway had a full length vanity mirror, just perfect for checking yourself on the way out the door.

I found another unique purpose for it. It was the only mirror that would let me see myself from head to toe and for some reason that was important. I’d tried the bathroom mirror but it was too high, unless I stood on the sink. A friend put the idea in my head one day in homeroom.

We were sitting around and out of the blue he says, "Have you ever looked at your asshole in the mirror?" Harold was always saying crazy things and most of the time he kept me in stitches. I couldn’t imagine how you could ‘look at your asshole in the mirror’ so I took the bait.

"How the hell do you do that?" I was sniggering like a silly school girl.

"Simple. You get up on the sink and you look through your legs!" Simple!! I cracked up.

Imagine me standing on the sink that evening. While I’d acted like I wasn’t interested, just the thought of Harold standing naked on his sink made me very hot and I wanted to see what it’d be like myself.

I almost fell. I was just getting my balance but when I stooped to peer between my legs, my feet slipped and I almost had crushed nutts for dinner. All my attempts to squeeze between the narrow sink and the mirror proved futile and that’s how I ended up in front of the hall mirror.

There was just one problem, I didn’t live alone, my parents and my brother seemingly always around. Finding times alone to stand in front of the mirror was rare. I guess that’s how it became such a ritual. Those precious times I was alone were sacred and I made the most of them.

A towel draped over my thigh (couldn’t leave stains, you know) I’d sit on the floor in front of that hall mirror, my dick well lubed with Vaseline and time on my side. Slowly I’d stroke, taking in the full range of my body from my budding boy chest, to my wiggling toes. My wiggling toes?

My feet were always closest to the mirror so my attention was drawn to them. Although I’d often observed other people’s feet, I’d never really paid much attention to mine. They’re very soft, like my mom’s and my brother’s, but like my dad, I was a light caramel. Almost cinnamon colored, part of my Indian heritage, I guess.

The soles of my feet were highly contrasted with my light, caramel complexion and like my brother, very pink. They were so smooth, the line pattern was scarce, just a few trace hairlines across the arch and around the ball of my foot.

There’s definite character in my feet, I guess from my dad. Like his brother, his feet have large veins on the top and they’re sinewy. Mine don’t have big veins but there’s a vein pattern across the top. They’re also somewhat sinewy. Honestly, I’d say my feet are a close 10, no doubt, just the right mixture of character, softness and color.

So in those sessions in front of the mirror, I’d observe my feet and I think that’s when I finally incorporated feet into my sexual identity. The way my toes would wiggle and the site of my sensuous soles in the mirror erotically complimented the sensations of stroking my dick and observing it also.

Gazing at my soles and the way they’d wrinkle when my toes curled fascinated me. Did everyone express themselves so when stimulated? What about my neighbor AD? Did his toes wiggle when he stroked his dick? Or his brother Ricky?

More questions surfaced and before I knew it, I was observing other guys feet. The diversity was exhilarating and I couldn’t get enough! There were skinny, sinewy feet, fat meaty feet, big feet, little feet, rough feet, soft, dark, light. It was almost overwhelming.

Sometimes I’d get up on my knees and watch my feet, dick and ass in the mirror. To see the soles of my feet at that angle was so hot! Even then, the toes would still wiggle when I got hot.

It got to where I couldn’t get a good nutt if I couldn’t see my feet. I’d get one in the shower or under the covers at night after my brother was sleep but it never compared to when I sat in front of that mirror and watched my big, soft feet.

When I’d walk through the house barefoot, the carpet would feel sensuous and make me hard. Though I relented and dawned shoes during the school year, I was happiest when I could go barefoot.

Outside in the grass, on the pavement, my toes dipping in the cool pool water or in the warm sand at the beach. Not until well into the cooler months did I stop walking barefoot outside.

It stands to reason that my burgeoning fetish would find its way into my earliest boy-boy encounters. I remember getting ravenous with a cousin I messed around with at 13. He was a year or so younger and had the cutest, cherub face.

We sort of stumbled upon our mutual attraction because I was trying to get at my other cousin. When he flatly turned me down, my other cousin calmly volunteered, "you can see my dick."

I’d never considered this cousin because he was only 11 but that changed when he became so willing. We ducked in the bathroom and dropped trou, comparing dicks and giggling like girls.

Things progressed fast with us and on one occasion we were both in the bathroom and things got very hot. He always insisted following me everywhere and when I told him I was about to take my bath, he wouldn’t hear anything until I agreed to let him accompany me.

Suffice it to say we did way more than wash that night. It must’ve been the novel experience of total nudity that fueled our passion because we pawed and licked at each other like feverish bear cubs.

Li’l J’s body was so erotically smooth and taut, his wiry frame well toned. Like me he was a light caramel brown and the soles of his feet were a high yellow with that seductive pink hue.

Somehow we stumbled upon a 69 and as I licked every inch of his soft smooth skin, I found myself at his boyish feet. Before I knew it, I had his foot in my mouth, my tongue laving his cute toes and licking between them.

From the soft sole of his foot to his wiggling toes I licked and sucked. Li’l J was so intrigued, he stopped licking my wickedly hard dick and just stared. I liked watching him look so I positioned myself at his feet and went to work.

He moaned softly, his head lulling back when I’d lick up his arch. His dick was brick hard and actually bobbled when I’d flick his toes. It was my first foot experience and it served to further hardwire my desire for feet.

After that I couldn’t get properly stimulated unless my mate was totally naked. That we had a pool proved most advantageous as I was granted countless opportunities to observe erotically wet, bare feet.

Sometimes I’d swim under the water and check a boy’s feet out. Take Randy, for instance. He had the most alluring feet. They weren’t soft and supple looking, in fact, they were rather rough. But they were so big and flat. I swear, that boy had to be a size 12 and he was only 14!

I couldn’t get enough of them. Swimming under the water, I’d marvel at how huge they were, like two meaty fins. Observing the soles, I’d literally throw bone lusting after them. I always hated that because then I’d have to stay in the water till it went down.

Through my teens my obsession grew. Eventually my neighbor AD and I progressed to mutual masturbation sessions. He’d always been of interest to me because he was always so horny. Honestly, I think even the wind could’ve made that boy throw bone.

By the time I’d made 17 he was a randy 15. Puberty hit him like a Mack Truck and he was obsessed with sex. His Catholic upbringing in constant conflict with his budding sexuality, he always feigned disgust with things sexual.

"Ugh," He’d moan when someone talked about a hard-on or their dick. But he was curious. Always inquiring about dicks and "doin it".

"How big is yours?" That was his favorite questions. It was like he couldn’t get dick off the brain.

When I ‘acquired’ my first porno mag (no internet back then boys!) he was my first choice to share it with. He practically drooled and in no time we were in my room, pants around our ankles as we wacked off.

AD was an attractive chocolate brown, his skin as smooth as a polished stone. To my surprise, his dick had grown substantially since his prepubescent years. No longer a puny pencil, it shot up from his bush a solid 9 inches. Like mine, AD’s dick would get hard as a brick, making it even more erotic when considering the length and girth of his tool.

No wonder he was so obsessed with dick. He took to jacking my dick while I stroked his easily, his stomach quivering when he neared release. While I found his dick fascinating, especially the way it’d get so hard the head would shine when he was close to shooting, I knew AD had very nice feet, thanks to the pool. Like a true footluver, I cajoled him out of his clothes, not long after our sessions started.

"Why?"

"Because, it’s better if we don’t have our clothes in the way," I explained.

He wanted to stop at removing his pants but I wanted nothing between me and his feet so I withheld our jackoff session until he finally complied. When he took off his socks, my dick grew hard as nails, the head leaking in anticipation.

From then on, we never did anything unless we were totally nude. The way his soft feet would wiggle and curl the closer he got to his climax was exceedingly stimulating. I found myself looking from his hard dick to his thrashing toes.

I was hooked from then on. Feet were immensely compelling and I wanted every chance to watch them. At the mall, the local eatery, the bank, wherever a male deigned to go barefoot or in sandals I was drawn.

Boys were in abundance, all of us horny as sailors on leave. Without many outlets for sex, it stood to reason we found solace in each other. My neighbor AD, the boy at my church that liked busting nutts with me in the bathroom, the instances seemed endless.

My friend Roscoe could lick his toes. We stumbled upon that one day and it just about made me nutt in my pants. We went to school together and he loved hanging out at my place. He lived in this rundown apartment complex on the other side of town and always thought my place was the coolest.

Always focused on feet, I eventually coerced him into removing his shoes and socks while he was over. At first he thought it odd, a little reluctant to reveal his feet.

"My feet are ugly," He insisted. They were anything but ugly to me.

"No they aren’t," I said, staring at them.

Though they weren’t delicate or supple like those I liked most, they had character. A cute, russet brown boy, his soles were a smooth almond color. The toes unusually long, I was immediately drawn to them.

I pulled my socks off and positioned mine beside his. "See," He asserted, "you got way better feet than mine."

"Uh uh."

"Uh huh. Look," He pulled his foot to his face and examined his foot. "I got bunions."

"You can’t hardly see ‘em, unless you get close," I said, sitting beside him. "Besides, I got ingrown toenails!"

He looked at my feet, then back at his. A smirk on his face, he says, "Watch this," and he put his toes in his mouth! My dick jumped so hard, there was no hiding the instant tent in my shorts.

"Can you… lick them?" I inquired, my voice cracking.

He nodded his head, then proceeded to lick his toes! A pinprick of moisture seeping through my shorts, I thought I was gonna blow.

"How’d you….?"

"Easy," He said, proudly switching to his other foot.

I watched as he lapped at his toes, turning them into warm wet digits and I became envious. Why couldn’t I do that??

"How does it feel?"

He hunched his shoulders, his tongue sliding between his big toe and the one next to it.

"Feels good."

My eyes happened upon his groin and, to my surprise, Roscoe had a tent in his shorts too! I looked away, afraid he’d catch me looking but I couldn’t stop snatching peeks.

"You prolly can do it too," Roscoe says, putting his foot down.

Stealing another glance at his groin, that bulge in his shorts couldn’t be missed now.

"See? Sit like this.."

Crossing his legs, he sat Indian-style. I mirrored him, the muscles in my inner thighs complaining already.

"Then you…" Grabbing his foot, he pulled it towards his mouth.

I grabbed my foot but just past halfway, my muscles refused to relent, instead screaming in pain when I tried to force it further.

"I can’t," I finally said, defeated.

A bit absorbed, Roscoe kept licking his toes, that bulge in his pants prominent once again.

"We can do each other!" He submitted, putting his foot down.

At that point, I was certain I’d died and went to heaven! Before I could say anything, he’d grabbed my foot and stuck it in his mouth. Shocked, I wiggled and giggled as his warm tongue licked at my toes.

"Wait! WAIT!" I gasped, pulling my foot away. I was very ticklish.

Roscoe dropped my foot, confused. "You went too fast," I explained, trying to get myself together. My foot in his groin, I felt his hardness beneath my sole. My dick had gone down a little when he startled me like that but it shot back up when I realized where my foot was.

Instinctively, I mashed my foot against his growth. He looked down, the pieces starting to fall in place, then looked up, smiling. Extending his foot towards my groin, he placed his long, warm toes on my bulge.

I looked down, transfixed, his alluring toes working my leaking pipe. Then I felt him lift my foot to his mouth but this time it made my dick harder.

Without thinking, I lifted his long, sensuous toes to my mouth and started licking. My dick couldn’t get harder but the sensations traveling up the length bubbled out the head and wet my shorts.

In sheer nirvana, I laved Roscoe’s toes, my tongue lapping at them and between them, until, my dick started twitching and I felt that wet spot grow exponentially!

Roscoe kept thrumming his toes over the head of my dick, his toes getting wet in turn, but he didn’t seem to mind, his own orgasm gripping him. His tongue lapping at my toes, he let out short, excited gasps, his dick leaping beneath my foot and then I felt the warm, wetness spread between my toes.

It was the most incredible experience in my young life, cementing my cravings for feet forever in my psyche.

I wish I could say Roscoe and I continued our little foot play but, as things go, we never had the chance. Not long after our little incident he became distant, eventually disappearing when his family moved away, leaving me distraught and despondent.

 

 

The most frustrating thing in the world is socks and shoes in bed! When I really found how exciting and expressive feet could be, I always felt like I was being robbed when I couldn’t see feet during sex.

It really pisses me off when guys wear socks or shoes in porno’s. What is it with Black guys? Why are they so foot shy? I mean, rappers even wear socks and sandals at the beach in videos!

The first porno’s I saw were so damn hot, I never even noticed the socks or shoes. A friend had access to his dad’s pornos and he’d sneak them to his room.

His mom was home and we couldn’t lock the door so we had to be cautious because we never knew when she mom might pop in. The short glimpses of guy’s dicks, planted deep in some woman’s pussy was so intensive, it was worth the risk though.

The camera tightly focused on the dick sliding in and out of some girl’s pussy, feet were of no consequence. Both of us barely 15, we gazed, speechless at the action, chubbies in our pants.

I was over his house all the time after that. His house was always abuzz with siblings and random visitors so the most we could do is steal glances. What I would’ve done to have my own pornos!

We couldn’t get enough of those stolen minutes, watching those old films. The camera panning across the entire entwined bodies, I was sorely disappointed when the guys, or girls, wore shoes. The worst was when the women wore stockings and heels.

Frustrated, I wished for something different. Imagine our elation when we found that rogue bi porno among Calvin’s dad’s films. Our eyes bugged out, we said nothing about the implications. Transfixed, we marveled at the freaky sex play, the two guys not only frolicking with the girl but eventually getting on top of each other.

The girl playing a seductive coach, she coaxed them into more daring things until, at one point, they were both sucking each other’s dicks. Calvin said nothing but he was staring just as hard as me that bulge in his pants big as ever.

To my great surprise, everybody was totally nude. The girl and both guys had removed everything, right down to their socks and shoes! Mesmerized, I watched one of the guy’s toes wiggle and curl, every time the other guy’s mouth slurped around his dick just the right way. It was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen, making my heart pound loudly in my chest.

Calvin started rubbing himself and I was torn between the screen and his crotch. We had to keep the sound very low so it was mostly visual but nonetheless erotic. The way their feet would respond to various stimuli only served to heighten the moment. All movies should be this way, I summated.

My dick throbbing, I cautiously palmed my bulge too. Both of us caught up, we didn’t even hear Calvin’s baby sister approaching. Swinging the door open, she scared the bejesus out of us.

Moving quickly, Calvin turned the TV off, accosting his sister for barging in.

"Ooh, I’ma tell," She taunted, closing the door. Calvin ran to the door, snatching her inside.

"You tell and I won’t let you go with me to the park anymore," He threatened. Her face dropping, she lowered her head as if she might cry.

"But..but what was you guys doin?"

"Nothin, just looking at this show. So you gonna be cool?"

Nodding her little head she looked up. "You gonna take me to the park again CJ?"

"You promise be cool?" She nodded again, her finger in her mouth.

"Ok, then, tomorrow, promise."

Smiling, she left. We let out a sigh of relief but clearly we had to find another way to watch porn. That was when we decided on a membership at the local video store. We’d noticed a large porn section and figured a membership should grant us access.

Our plan was to use my older brother’s ID who was 18. Meeting at the store, I presented the ID. The man never said anything, signing me up with barely a glance at the ID. Excited, we snuck in the back, ducking behind the curtain with glee.

Making our selection, I took it to the counter and, to my great surprise, the man let me rent it! It was a different time. Practically running home, we sat in front of the TV, hearts pounding as the film started.

Unlike Calvin’s house, my house was totally empty, my brother away in college and my parents both at work. In no time we were both sporting tents in our pants, our eyes plastered on the screen. Moans and groans poured echoed about the room along with slurps and wet sounds as some man licked a girl’s pussy.

The camera pulled back and to my utter disappointment, the woman was wearing stockings and red pumps! I’d been so focused on whether we could rent the DVD, I hadn’t paid attention to the details.

Not only was the woman wearing heels, the guy kept his socks and shoes on! It was a defining moment for me. I’d never considered porn stars having sex in socks or shoes. I’d never make that mistake again.

Extremely stimulated by the raw action, Calvin eventually took his dick out. I wanted to join him but the socks, stocking and shoes were really killing it for me. It didn’t matter to Calvin, the uncensored sex play stimulation enough.

Staring at the screen he avidly stroked his dick, his tummy quivering in anticipation. I watched him, my heart not in it until, out of the blue I ventured,

"Take your shoes off."

He stopped, looking at me, then his shoes. "My shoes?"

"Yeah, your socks too," I said, removing my shoes.

"Why?"

"’Cause, it’s stupid to keep them on when you’re getting a nutt."

"You always take yours off when you do it?"

"Yeah, don’t you?"

He shook his head, his dick wilting. "You do and I’ll take mine out," I offered, removing my socks. He glanced at the bulge developing in my pants then his tennis. After a long moment’s hesitation, he hunched his shoulders and pulled his shoes off.

When he took his socks off, my dick shot up so hard, I had to practically wrestle it out of my pants. Calvin stared at it, amazed at how hard it was, I suppose, then without taking his eyes off of it, started stroking his.

The film forgotten, we stared at each other, Calvin locked on my dick while I bounced between his dick and his feet. God was that ever hot! The way his dark skin contrasted with his light soles was so erotic.

His toes rather expressive, my dick throbbed every time he subconsciously wiggled his toes. Like most guys Calvin never even considered the way his feet moved when he was stimulated. It was amazing to me however and when he curled his toes at one point, I felt my dick swell.

Oblivious, he stroked faster, aware I was close. His feet driving me closer and closer to release, I openly stared at them now. It was sort of strange, him staring at my dick while I stared at his feet but we were both careening toward raucous ejaculations by then and it didn’t matter.

He let out a loud gasp, his toes curling atop his leathery soles and then cum spurted high in the air, raining down on the carpet around him. His toes curled and wiggled so, I let go right behind him, my dick exploding with equal force.

It was yet another hot foot experience, driving me deeper and deeper within my obsession.

 

 

 

The first time I found a fellow foot lover, it was sheer heaven. Actually, it was like we found each other, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I was in my late teens and had my own car, a fixer upper my dad had gave me.

On my way to school one day, I spied this boy that "had the walk". You know, not swishy enough everyone could tell but soft enough it made me look. He gave me the look and I swung back to pick him up.

"Where you headed?" I asked.

"School," He says, noncommittal like.

"Wanna ride?"

He hesitated, looking at me for some time but relented, hopping in the front seat. I started the small talk, chatting it up until he warmed up, then I started asking "the questions".

You got a lady?

How old are you?

You got a minute, wanna stop at my place?

One thing led to another and soon we were heading to my place. On a hill that overlooked my house, I waited because I noticed my mom’s car was still there. Hot-&-cute waited with me, my hand on his hard dick keeping his attention.

Soon I saw my mom get in her car and leave and I hustled to my house. Once inside, Russell easily relented to my advances. Kissing him no sooner we’d got in the door, I played my hand up and down his torso, tweaking his nipples, then dropped it to front of his pants.

Like me, he was hard as cold steel. Clothes went to flying and we got on the floor, too inflamed to make it to my room.

On the living room floor we tussled, kissing, licking and panting loudly, our hot dicks rubbing against each other. At that age, everything was sensuous. The warmth of our bodies, the novelty of sex with someone new. Our dripping dicks and wandering tongues. And our wiggling toes. Or at least, they were of interest to me.

With all of the guys I’d fooled around till then, I was the one to introduce feet, causing me to surmise boys weren’t into feet like me. Supposing Russell was the same, I moved slowly to some subtle foot play.

As we writhed, I started rubbing my feet against his. He seemed unresponsive, sliding against me, mashing his dick against my groin. Well, at least he didn’t seem turned off by it.

Our sex play passionate, we were like two sex starved nymphs. God, what I’d give for sex like that again!

Working down his lithe frame, I lapped at his dripping juices, then around his balls. He writhed, exhaling excitedly. Pulling at me, he maneuvered me until we were in a 69 position. Lying on the floor, I reached up and grabbed his hard post. As I slid it into my mouth, I felt his warm mouth slide down mine. It was sheer nirvana.

We sucked salaciously, bringing ourselves dangerously close to exploding several times, then I noticed his supple feet, either side my head. On impulse I turned and started licking at his soles. He moaned, temporarily frozen.

Lifting his foot, I lapped further, whipping my tongue against his wiggling toes. I heard him gasping, his body trembling. Encouraged, I slurped his soft soles, the slight boy funk from his tennis erotic. Soon the bottom of his foot was wet from my licking, and then I got the surprise of my life. Gingerly at first, I felt him licking at the top of my foot!

My heart racing, I almost stopped licking his foot. Was Russell into feet? The prospect intoxicating, my dick leapt between us.

I kept licking his toes, painting them with my salvia, then I felt him lift my foot and start in on my toes. It was the first time someone had volunteered foot play since Roscoe and I could hardly contain my elation.

Lost in the mutual pleasure we were giving each other, we were soon licking and lapping at each other’s feet like crazy. Moaning and whimpering, our dicks dripped, aching hard. It was so intense, I almost couldn’t stand it.

For what seemed like hours, we lapped, neither of us seeming to tire of the erotic sensations. My tongue was raw for days after that session!

Almost on cue, we both reached us and found our painfully hard erections. Refusing to let our foot licking go, we strained to reach our dicks, stroking each other as we continued licking soles and toes.

Russell’s toes were so perfect! Long and sensuous, they weren’t totally slender, giving me plenty to lick at. Like mine, his soles were very soft, like a baby’s and extra sensitive. We were a trembling, writhing mass before it was over, both of us gasping, moaning and panting to the extreme delight.

I felt his dick swell first, a huge plume of cum jetting out as I stroked it. Feeling his issue blast out, I let out a loud moan, my dick spurting copious globs of urgent boy cum. We were a sticky mess by the time it was over. It was truly befitting of my first mutual foot lover experience.

Russell later told me he’d done things with me he hadn’t done with anyone else and I took that to include the freaky foot play. We traded numbers, hooking up a couple of times after that but it was never like that first time.

I had other foot experiences following that one, some good, some not so good. My frustration was greatest with Black guys. Their reluctance to remove their shoes and socks a constant irritation, it wasn’t until I hooked up with a freaky boy named Chandler I took it to the next level, but that’s another story.

 

 

 

 

 

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