Tabasco
06-14-2003, 1:48 AM
Heya gang. It's me, everyone's favorite hot sause. Sorry I've been so lax in posting for a while. I actually spent the last week secluded in my recording studio writing a song for a friend's birthday. Pretty cheesy eh?
Anyway, did you guys ever meet a gal who is just so awesome that you have fantasies about her trampling you, and get turned on at the very thought?
Oh god yes!
I met Melissa about 6 months ago. She was wearing heels and fishnets and had a nice shape to her. The face and eyes were very erotic. I wouldn't say beautiful, but just had that sassy chemistry that worked so well together. Maybe it was her aura, if there is such a thing, but I couldn't get the memory of her out of my mind, and what's worse, the thought of having her trample me was driving me crazy.
We called eachother a few times, but could never get together because she lived far enough away to make it hard for both of us so the only times I ever saw her was at the club I work, wher we first met. Then suddenly, she stopped coming, and her phone was disconnected. I thought all hope was lost. I would likely never see her again. She's a free spirit and could easily pick up and move to another state, so I assumed she was gone.
But tonight I saw her. She moved into an apartment near the club and was dancing all night, barefoot in a pair of sandals or flipflops, I can't recall which.
We met outside as the club was closing and just talked for a bit. Then I asked her the question I ask girls all the time:
"Have you ever popped someone's back by walking on it?"
I like that approach because most of the adventurous girls say yes and it's a great setup for a possible trample in the future. No, they don't think it wierd at all. Some of them even ask if I want them to pop my back for me. Wow... They invite themselves to trample me. Isn't that awesome?
So I ask Melissa "Have you ever popped a back by walking on it?"
and she says: "Yeah, all the time."
Boing! My heart was racing and I was getting nervous. She didn't invite herself to walk on me, so I had to give her one more nudge.
"Well, I don't know why, but my back is just killing me tonight."
Finally: "Do you want me to walk on your back?" Yes, this girl doesn't like to beat around the bush.
I'm sure she saw my eyes light up, and if I had a tail it would be wagging so hard, my ass would look like I was doing the boogie woogie. I sealed it with "Oh you are my hero!"
So off we go upstairs to the sky bar (an outdoor patio bar on the roof of the nightclub. I throw a couple of patio cushions on the floor by the bar, she slips off her shoes, I take off my shirt and lie down.
So she goes to work. Ahhhh..... What bliss. As she was walking on me slowly, trying to get my back to pop, I realized that I had fantasies about this happening for over 6 months. Fantasies strong enough to get me off when I was alone. And here it was, happening as if in a dream, but with definite realism.
Oohed and aahed and groaned and grunted to encourage her to keep going. She was in no hurry to get off. I especially loved how she would grab my skin with her toes whenever she came close to losing her balance. Her bare feet were warm, but reasonably dry, thouh she had been dancing all night. Still, this was really happening. And it was so easy, so natural. At that moment, I wanted more than anything to suck her toes. I've been really getting into that lately. But after about 15 minutes of glorious back walking which was absolutely breathtaking, the best I could do was a hug and a quick peck on the lips.
Still, what a night. What a girl. I'm going to call her this weekend, since she's moved into town. I hope and pray that we can get together. I so much want to taste those toes in my mouth and I think if I could get her relaxed enough to massage her feet, it can easily happen. She doesn't seem shy about that kind of stuff at all.
Nothing better than a fantasy coming true. And who says Friday 13 is unlucky?
Anyway, did you guys ever meet a gal who is just so awesome that you have fantasies about her trampling you, and get turned on at the very thought?
Oh god yes!
I met Melissa about 6 months ago. She was wearing heels and fishnets and had a nice shape to her. The face and eyes were very erotic. I wouldn't say beautiful, but just had that sassy chemistry that worked so well together. Maybe it was her aura, if there is such a thing, but I couldn't get the memory of her out of my mind, and what's worse, the thought of having her trample me was driving me crazy.
We called eachother a few times, but could never get together because she lived far enough away to make it hard for both of us so the only times I ever saw her was at the club I work, wher we first met. Then suddenly, she stopped coming, and her phone was disconnected. I thought all hope was lost. I would likely never see her again. She's a free spirit and could easily pick up and move to another state, so I assumed she was gone.
But tonight I saw her. She moved into an apartment near the club and was dancing all night, barefoot in a pair of sandals or flipflops, I can't recall which.
We met outside as the club was closing and just talked for a bit. Then I asked her the question I ask girls all the time:
"Have you ever popped someone's back by walking on it?"
I like that approach because most of the adventurous girls say yes and it's a great setup for a possible trample in the future. No, they don't think it wierd at all. Some of them even ask if I want them to pop my back for me. Wow... They invite themselves to trample me. Isn't that awesome?
So I ask Melissa "Have you ever popped a back by walking on it?"
and she says: "Yeah, all the time."
Boing! My heart was racing and I was getting nervous. She didn't invite herself to walk on me, so I had to give her one more nudge.
"Well, I don't know why, but my back is just killing me tonight."
Finally: "Do you want me to walk on your back?" Yes, this girl doesn't like to beat around the bush.
I'm sure she saw my eyes light up, and if I had a tail it would be wagging so hard, my ass would look like I was doing the boogie woogie. I sealed it with "Oh you are my hero!"
So off we go upstairs to the sky bar (an outdoor patio bar on the roof of the nightclub. I throw a couple of patio cushions on the floor by the bar, she slips off her shoes, I take off my shirt and lie down.
So she goes to work. Ahhhh..... What bliss. As she was walking on me slowly, trying to get my back to pop, I realized that I had fantasies about this happening for over 6 months. Fantasies strong enough to get me off when I was alone. And here it was, happening as if in a dream, but with definite realism.
Oohed and aahed and groaned and grunted to encourage her to keep going. She was in no hurry to get off. I especially loved how she would grab my skin with her toes whenever she came close to losing her balance. Her bare feet were warm, but reasonably dry, thouh she had been dancing all night. Still, this was really happening. And it was so easy, so natural. At that moment, I wanted more than anything to suck her toes. I've been really getting into that lately. But after about 15 minutes of glorious back walking which was absolutely breathtaking, the best I could do was a hug and a quick peck on the lips.
Still, what a night. What a girl. I'm going to call her this weekend, since she's moved into town. I hope and pray that we can get together. I so much want to taste those toes in my mouth and I think if I could get her relaxed enough to massage her feet, it can easily happen. She doesn't seem shy about that kind of stuff at all.
Nothing better than a fantasy coming true. And who says Friday 13 is unlucky?