wilko
01-05-2004, 2:52 AM
Cheryl Tweedy had come to stay for a party we were having at
our place. I'd known her for some years and she was a
good friend, but I always found myself turned on by
her dominant attitude. Since she'd found fame in the
band Girls Aloud, I was even more turned on by her.
She was gorgeous and she knew
it and would often play off my desire for her. The
odd comment, the attempts to belittle me drove me
mad. She turned up quite late and put her bag in my room
and I took her downstairs to get a drink. I couldn't
help noticing her sexy black leather ankle boots were
in a bit of a state. It had been raining and they
were encrusted with mud. She noticed me leering like a
lapdog at the filthy boots and smiled. "Look at the
state of my boots, they're filthy, such a shame." I
didn't really know how to react. My first instinct would
have been to drop to my knees and clean the dirt off
with my tongue, which would be no more than I was good
for, but I just made a glib comment and carried on
pouring her a drink. "It was like it at home as well",
she continued, "the shoes I brought up to wear
tomorrow are filthy as well, I didn't have a chance to
clean them." She looked at me closely as my face lit
up. If they were in her bag, I was damn well at least
going to have a look at them.
The party was getting in full swing. There was a very high Female
Contingent, including the other four members of
Girls Aloud – absolute stunners, too and it was dressed wonderfully –
knee high boots, ankle boots, Dr martens, and sexy mules all round and
as the weather had been so bad, they were all
conspicuously unclean – just how I like them. I left
her talking to her friend Nadine and sneaked up to my
room. Slowly unzipping the bag, there they were – a
heel. I'd drooled over them for some time and to be
gorgeous pair of shiny black loafers with a small chunky
holding them in my hands was a dream come true.
our place. I'd known her for some years and she was a
good friend, but I always found myself turned on by
her dominant attitude. Since she'd found fame in the
band Girls Aloud, I was even more turned on by her.
She was gorgeous and she knew
it and would often play off my desire for her. The
odd comment, the attempts to belittle me drove me
mad. She turned up quite late and put her bag in my room
and I took her downstairs to get a drink. I couldn't
help noticing her sexy black leather ankle boots were
in a bit of a state. It had been raining and they
were encrusted with mud. She noticed me leering like a
lapdog at the filthy boots and smiled. "Look at the
state of my boots, they're filthy, such a shame." I
didn't really know how to react. My first instinct would
have been to drop to my knees and clean the dirt off
with my tongue, which would be no more than I was good
for, but I just made a glib comment and carried on
pouring her a drink. "It was like it at home as well",
she continued, "the shoes I brought up to wear
tomorrow are filthy as well, I didn't have a chance to
clean them." She looked at me closely as my face lit
up. If they were in her bag, I was damn well at least
going to have a look at them.
The party was getting in full swing. There was a very high Female
Contingent, including the other four members of
Girls Aloud – absolute stunners, too and it was dressed wonderfully –
knee high boots, ankle boots, Dr martens, and sexy mules all round and
as the weather had been so bad, they were all
conspicuously unclean – just how I like them. I left
her talking to her friend Nadine and sneaked up to my
room. Slowly unzipping the bag, there they were – a
heel. I'd drooled over them for some time and to be
gorgeous pair of shiny black loafers with a small chunky
holding them in my hands was a dream come true.