Part 2 (lmk what you think!)

Shortly thereafter, I moved a step closer in the direction of what I craved. I took my time, but I eventually reached a comfortable four inches from his toes and prepared myself for absolute pleasure. I started by licking the sole of his foot in short periods assuring he would not be altered. I did this about five times although his foot pulled away a few times involuntarily. He was asleep.

I continued, this time seeking to take his toes in my mouth. This time, I successfully did, slowly and carefully taking in his middle toe. I gently licked the crevices between his toes, indulging in particles of stinky toe jam, sock lint, dust, and a surprising strand of wet grass. I held on for nearly half an hour, swallowing every bit I could attain and enjoying a sensory experience I had dreamt of for years. Eventually, I had to release myself. I slowly pulled away from his toes and returned my head to the pillow beneath me.

Adrenaline was pumping. I was sweating. I was painfully stiff and thus the inevitable occurred “down there.” I’m usually a clean-freak, but on this occasion I didn’t care.

Next, I wanted to feel his toes between my fingers. This was an easier, more comfortable process that I was unlikely to be caught in the action of. Wringing my fingers between the long, spread toes of his other foot, I felt the warmth and sweatiness of his toe crevices once more in a new part of my body. This time, after holding on for about ten minutes to ensure my fingers captured the scents I desired, I sucked my own fingers.

I remained enthralled throughout my sleep. Waking only three hours later, we three groggily returned to our spots from the night before. This time, of course, Tay was shirtless, barefoot, and wet with perspiration.

For a year following the event, I had used his socks for a particular activity which should not be spoken of here. No one knew about what happened that night and I am immensely grateful that it transpired.