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Foot Fetish
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Foot Fetish Foot fetish. *sips* Ya, I don't have one. Oh, I like feet. Rubbing feet, massaging feet, playing footsie. Feet are fun, sure. That's just not the porn I surf. Not having a<b> foot fetish </font></b>is what made the dream so... odd. This was years ago. I was living in Alaska then, working in the fish factory. At the time, I had my tent pitched out in Elf Woods, a patch of old growth dogwoods, some miles from town, and about a mile up the coast from Sandy Beach. It was a nice secluded place to crash out. Price was right, too. Spring had just hit, herring were running, work had picked up at the factory, and I was finally getting some hours. On top of that, it was finally getting warm. It had been a chilly winter. Especially living in a tent. By the time I had trudged home after this long day of work I was spent. I peeled off my boots and socks, flopped down on top of my sleeping bag inside my tent, and crashed out, enjoying the peace one feels after a good days work and the freedom of Alaskan wilderness. In no time I was asleep... and that's when the dream began. It started with a warmth. A moist warmth, with firmness. And there was a decided pinkness about it. Stroking up and down and around... my foot. It was quite pleasant. And I thought to myself, in my dream, 'this is nice... but it would be nicer if it migrated up my leg...' Up and down, around... then the firm moist pinkness wiggled between my toes, each nook and cranny and crevice. Okay, THAT tickled, and was annoying. So I did what any dreaming bozoboy would do; I wiggled my foot. Now there was something new. A hardness, smooth, large, pointy but not sharp... Rows of this hardness. And in my dream there was this definite whiteness to the hardness. I involuntarily kicked my foot... the rows of hard whiteness raked across the side of my foot up to my ankle, and there was a distinct gagging sound. 'this is so not right' thought I in my dream. 'not right at all' With a superhuman effort I snapped awake, snapped my leg back, heard a loud snapping sound, and I snapped bolt upright... ... to find myself nose to nose with a grizzly bear. We both had the same reaction: We both let loose with blood curdling screams of pure terror, turned, and fled. She fled through the woods. I ran smack dab into the back wall of my tent and was extremely agitated that there was Not an exit that way. I slept with my boots on for the remainder of that season. *shrugs* as always, it's good to be Free whovonovich |
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Could I have made that up? Sure, probably. Did I? No. I've had a rather adventurous life, I don't need to make stuff up. Fantasy is fun but reality is better, ya know? Congrats and Thank You for being the first person to comment on my blog! It's nice to be noticed. rock on whovonovich
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Maybe not the first fan, but pert near. You honor me with your presence. "May you live in exciting times" is actually a Chinese curse. *sighs* The quiet life has its appeal, don't knock it. Adventure stories are fun After the fact... as you mentioned elsewhere, massive trees falling at you and wondering if you're going to get mugged over a bag of ice is interesting Now... not so cool then though... keep 'em flying comrade.
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