The untold love of her feet yet discussed
My name is Alex Kerslake & I wish to tell the story of how I finally got to touch my beautiful friend turned girlfriends feet.
Vividly I remember the shoes she was wearing with no socks attached. This was a easy task by my standard but perhaps I assumed confidence too soon?
I had much thought of the day I would see her beautiful feet but overshadowed by a overwhelming sense of embarrassment I couldn't bring myself to let the words even be uttered nor assuming my eyes would tell her what I wanted that words could of told otherwise.
I was mesmerised by her & had gotten to know over a period of time in which I certainly felt there was a connection of sorts. But one thing leered over me more powerful then our first meeting before it was the sight of what could been inside those shoes.
We went back to her place to chill & watch movies but little did she know I had another ambition that wasn't so invested to the current activity of choice. She took her shoes off & their laid the most perfect pair of feet I had ever seen. My glance upon them made me so happy that now I finally see them. Her soles looked so soft, Toes perfectly shaped & her arches so defined.
Whilst I look into pure perfection she says words that rang my ears like church bells celebrating a most wonderful occasion. Touch my feet she said with a cute laugh. How did you know said I acting as tho a complete coincidence hadn't struck before. I know you like them she said, Ive known for some time. She lifted her feet onto my legs & finally touched them. So beautiful as I had imagined & saw before me. She was perfectly fine with this venture as I worshipped her feet & became the happiest man in the world.
