kissing my feet isn’t going to save that ass from a pounding.


….It all started by having dinner with this fucking HOT man.  He showed up wearing these kicks which instantly made me rock hard.  After dinner, we hung out at the bar and his feet ended up in my lap.  We were seated right in front of the windows looking out of one of Chicago’s busiest gay clubs, but I still worshipped his feet.  After we left, I got back under them in an alley and then in the parking lot of a local store.  If home really is where the heart is….it’s under these feet.