muffindoodle

Feet, feet, feet, oh what a lot of feet you meet.


I've never really considered myself a true "foot-fetishist," there are just too damn many other fun body parts to focus on just one thing. I do consider feet to be one of the sexiest, however. Slutmuffin has extremely sexy feet, petite, high arches, and oh so sensitive! There are few ways to make my cock stand at attention more quickly than for her to drape her feet across my lap. And she knows it. One of my favorite ways to pay homage to her toes is to paint her nails for her, which I do frequently and with great enthusiasm. Give it a try, gentlemen. (ladies?) It can be a very sensual experience for both of you. When you're done, let her paint yours, too. :-)

I have two specific fantasies related to Slutmuffin and feet. Lying in bed, she on her back, legs spread, showing me her lucious shaved pussy. I stroke her pussy with my toes, first her lips, moving toward her clit, slowly circling. Her clit is getting swollen, the motor in her hips slowly gyrating against my foot. As she comes closer to climax, I begin to slide my toes into her pussy, wiggling inside her. I wonder how many I can get in there ... Can I make her come with my toes? I'll let you know.

The other I'll write about later.

Have I mentioned lately how sexy feet are?

Guys, if you want a full-on, no-holds-barred pass straight to the bedroom, take my advice: Rub the feet and toes of the object of your affection, and she will melt into a puddle, rip off her (and your) clothes and beg you to perform any nasty carnal act that enters your nasty little mind. :-)

Muffinman and I were flopped on the couch last night, watching "Sex and the City" (we've finished the first season and are waiting for the second-season DVDs to arrive), and Muffinman was stroking my feet (I admit that I gave him the idea by plopping them into his lap expectantly).

Muffinman has the world's most wonderful hands anyway, and he knows just how to touch my feet, which are more sensitive than most: A few years ago we tried out one of those aqua-massage machines in Las Vegas, and whenever the jets moved over my feet, I had to move them out of the way -- the pressure was too much for me.

So there we were on the couch. Muffinman stroked the soles of my feet with the tips of his fingers; he worked his fingers between my toes; he rubbed the top of my feet with exactly the right amount of pressure. I wouldn't have moved if Saddam Hussein had strolled through the living room.

Yes, Muffinman got laid, and laid royally, a little later. But that's not the point here.

A lot of guys -- younger ones, specifically -- are so focused on naughty bits that they ignore MANY other parts that deserve as much attention as pussies and tits. Feet, for example. Knees (whenever Muffinman strokes my left knee, specifically, it's like he's stroking my clit). The back of the neck. Hands. The inside of the elbow. Stroking or kissing ANY of those parts is a very friendly and lovely thing to do.

Trust me on this: If you want to turn your significant other into a puddle of lust, pull his or her feet into your lap and pay attention to them. Insert your fingers between the toes and stroke. Rub the soles. Massage the tops. If you're feeling particularly naughty, and if the cleanliness level is appropriate, suck a toe or two into your mouth and work your tongue over them. If you're doing it right, the object of your affection should be gibbering incoherently at this point.

Try it, and let me know what happens. :-)

I read this post this morning on one of my new favorites, EroticTruth

Empress Takes A Poll

"Ok ladies, (sorry fellas, I doubt you can relate to this one)
I would like to poll you...

You have a man, and you're currently monogamous. (ok, ok, ok! 99.9% monogamous)
He is absolutely THE BEST cunnilingist you've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Conversely, he is without question, THE WORST (and I do mean worst)
fuck that ever soiled your sheets.

What do you do? Keep him, and stick to oral adventures, or nix him, and broaden the search?
(And let's assume that his lack of skill in the fornicating department is his biggest drawback)

Ok.... I'm waiting for your comments with bated breath"

I have to say, that's certainly a compelling conundrum. If I were a woman, I have no idea what I'd do. I guess it would depend on how emotionally involved I was. More than that, her post raised an interesting question in my mind: How do you know whether you're a good lay or not? Can men truly rely on the feedback of the woman they're burying their cocks into? I suspect the truth usually lies somewhere in between - If your measure of a good fuck is whether or not you get your rocks off, you suck as a lover.

Have you ever made a woman growl? A deep, guttural growl; the kind that starts deep in the back of your throat. The kind that animals make. Neither had I until last weekend. Slutmuffin was already begging me to fuck her harder, legs akimbo. I could tell by the glassy, wild look in her eyes she was deep into an extended orgasm - Beyond the point of conscious thought, her mind swirling with the pulsing in her soaked, swollen cunt. She was so sloppy wet, it was like she already had a load of come buried inside her; sweet juice spraying out of her while I drove myself into her. Then she growled. A deep, haunting moan. Her body tensed and she grabbed my ass and held me inside her, deeper than I would have thought possible. We lay like that for a time, exhausted, covered in sweat, the musk-scent of pure animal sex filled the room.

The ache in my balls was overwhelming, I begged her to suck me off. I'm pretty sure I came twice.

I'm not sure where we got the energy for Saturday, maybe it was the echo of the night before. Our bedroom still smelled like sex. More likely is the fact that I just plain can't keep my hands (or anything else for that matter) off of Slutmuffin. I started gently stroking her through her shorts, and I could feel her clit begin to swell. I nearly made her come all over her panties. It was time for them to come off. Not long after we started fucking like rabbits, she pushed me out and off of her, "I have an idea" she said. She turned over, and waved her lovely ass in my face. She didn't need to tell me what to do from there. I slid my cock into her, and was greeted by a satisfied moan. I fucked her for all I was worth until exploding deep inside her. When I pulled out, a glob of come splattered on the sheets, leaving a huge wet spot. Almost without thinking, I dabbed my fingers into the puddle and sucked the juice off my fingers. (She didn't even see me do it, and won't know until she reads this...) The sweet taste of our mingled juices was wonderful. My thighs ached, my arms shook. I was exhausted.

I've got an incredibly sore pussy today, and my thighs are pretty sore too. But you don't hear me complaining. :-)

Muffinman and I were hornier than usual Friday night, it seemed. I had no more than come to bed when my hot, sexy, naked husband rolled over and began licking and fingering my clit. Within seconds, it seemed, I was soaking wet and begging him to eat me and fuck me. Which he did, with great enthusiasm.

I decided he needed to be fucked hard in the ass, so I told him to roll over. I got the lotion (he's got the softest asshole in town by this time, I bet), lubed him up and slid the big blue dildo all the way up, with a little assistance from him (one would think he enjoyed the process). I fucked him hard, making him come, then pulled out the dildo and let him recover a bit.

I was already getting sore, but he rolled over and fucked me senseless to the point where I was growling. I lost count of my orgasms. He finally pulled out, lay down beside me and jerked off. Just before he came, I slid my mouth over his cock and sucked every last drop of cum from him.

Needless to say, we both fell into a dead sleep within minutes.

On Saturday morning, I was lounging lazily on the bed when Muffinman came upstairs and flopped down next to me. Before long he was stroking my cunt through my clothes, then he ordered me to take them off. He fucked me hard before I turned around, presented my ass to him and let him fuck me doggy style until he came explosively.

The poor guy was drained dry. At least until last night, when he once again had enough enthusiasm to lick and fuck my sore pussy. I rewarded his efforts by fucking him in the ass with the twisting vibrator and letting him jerk off into my mouth again.

It's a wonder either of us can walk today, but I assure you that we both have silly smiles on our faces. :-)