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I was on a business trip and checking into a hotel in the very early morning hours. It had been a long trip and I was really just wanting to get intot he room and go to bed. Well, that was until I saw the sexy red head checking me in. </div>
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She was in her early 20s, large breasts, and big round eyes. She had on slacks and these cute little ballet flats with no hose or socks. Her fingers were long and well manicured, polished a glistening black. I was turned on to say the least. There was a reflection from a side window and I could see her standing there, sliding her foot in and out of her shoe while she typed on the computer to get me checked in. She asked if I was there on business. I told her yes and that I hoped it would be a successful trip. She looked up and just grinned at me. Beautiful smile. I glanced in the reflection again and was getting frustrated because she wouldn't let her toes come all the way out so I could see them. </div>
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Check in complete, I ventured up to my room, dropped my stuff and went to the vending machines to get a soda. Upon returning I discovered my key wouldn't let me back in. So back down to the red head I go to see if she can help. </div>
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I get there and she apologizes, resets the key and then says she will go upstairs with me and make sure everything is working. As we get on the elevator, I look down and and am just convinced those feet are gorgeous even though I haven't seen them yet. I look up and she has caught me looking and just smiles. I hit the buttons and she asks what kind of business I do. I tell her I am a photographer and producer. She asks what I shoot. I have nothing to lose, so I tell her its mostly foot fetish material, from mild to wild. She looks me in the eye and says, "Feet and get wild?"</div>
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I giggle and tell her yes. I also follow it up with, "The best part about it is that you don't necessarily have to show your face." She looks ahead and says simply, "Really..."</div>
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We get to the room. The key works. Turns out there is a trick to opening the door, which she shows me. I thank her. She says, "If you need anything else, let me know. I am here until 7am." </div>
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Without thinking I just blurt out, "You could let me see your toes. I want know if they are the same color as your fingernails." She smiles and slides her shoes, both shoes, off saying, "Of course!" I look at the most beautiful size 9s with long slender toes and broad nail beds that I have seen in a while. My dick begins to grow quickly and just say, "WOW!"</div>
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She giggles. The says, "I guess that means my feet would make you wild?" </div>
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I reply, "You have no idea. If you get bored and have 15 minutes later, come back up." She says "ok" and I go into the room. </div>
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About half an hour later there is a tap at the door. I go open it and there she stands. She smiles and says simply, "How do you get wild with feet?" I step back and she steps in. I sit her on the bed, put those toes in my mouth and start to worship the fuck out of them. I pull out my dick and put her feet together and start to fuck her high arches. I stick it between those long toes and grab her ankle and move her foot up and down. She squeezed the head of my dick with her toes. I look up and see her smiling. She starts to hold my dick with one foot and stroke it with the toes on the other. </div>
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After only a minute, I know I am about to cum. I decide not to warn her and just let it blast. </div>
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She giggles as her toes are drenched. I even shot some up her pant leg. She then asks, 'How long are you in town?" </div>
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It was a fun trip. I hope to go back and visit again soon.</div>
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Several months ago I was cruising a local shoe store looking for sales to add some more heels to the photo studio. I happened into one store in a local mall that wasn't too busy and began to walk the shelves. </div>
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I rounded a corner and found this incredibly hot older lady trying on heels. Looking down, which is what I usually do, I spotted some incredible looking toes painted a glossy cherry red. She had three different pairs of shoes and was slipping them off and on then extending her leg to admire the appearance. I watched the show.and realized she wore no panties and was flashing me. </div>
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Not sure if this was really happening or not, I stepped closer. It was then she looked at me and said, "do you like what you see?" I nodded and looked down at her feet. She wiggled her toes and slid them out of the high heel she had on and extended her leg towards me. "They are pretty, I think."</div>
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I stammered an agreement. I realized that I was grabbng my fully hard cock through my jeans. Her smile as she looked down at it made me blush a little. I reached out for her foot. She moved it towards me. I quickly looked around to make sure the clerk was not near. Then I bent over and sucked her big toe into my mouth. A sharp intake of breath and a soft moan later and I looked up to find her smiling. I placed those cherry red toes on my crotch and felt the wiggling begin. I looked around for the clerk again and heard her in the back moving boxes. I figured now or never...I unzipped and pulled out my cock and rubbed it on her toes and stuck it between her toes and pumped it a few times. I pulled back and jacked my cock until it shot a load on that cherry red polish. </div>
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TxFetishLegendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477405781374590797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918369657858717876.post-82775926858516488722017-03-30T03:58:00.001-07:002017-03-30T03:58:18.004-07:00Time Speeding ByOk everyone, lots has been happening in the TFL world. Some good, some not so good. The one constant has been doing shoots and video. Not a lot of high volume, I do shoot things other than for the website after all, but I am still out there finding new girls and cultivating the active models to keep you in fresh, new content.<br />
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<br />TxFetishLegendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477405781374590797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918369657858717876.post-46271318141229437272015-12-10T22:29:00.000-08:002015-12-10T22:29:18.779-08:00Posting and Time<div style="text-align: justify;">
Sorry for the delay in postings. I have had so much stuff happening, good and bad, </div>
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Was taking a trip when I was living on the west coast. While driving down I-5 the traffic was moderately heavy. I was in the right lane and it, oddly, seemed to be a bit faster than the left one. I came up on a blue Toyota with two women in it. The passenger was laid back with her feet up on the dash. Being the highly observant Toe Monster that I am, I slowed down to see what was being put up on display. It was a tanned pair of feet with the most striking red painted nails I have ever seen. WOOHOO!!</div>
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I paced myself next to them for several miles, freeing my cock so I could enjoy things while I looked and lusted after those anonymous feet. After several totally awesome minutes traffic changed and I had to leave them behind. I realized I had to pee and looked for a place. A rest area exit came up and I took it. </div>
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After finishing my business, I came out of the bathroom to the site of a blue Toyota in the parking lot next to my car. Could it be??? I wondered......</div>
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I walked up and the twenty something young lady greeted me. I looked at her pretty toes and responded back. "Are you traveling today," I asked. "Yeah, we are on our way to Seattle," she said. </div>
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"You have beautiful feet," I said with a smile. </div>
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"Oh, thank you," she replied, "I always try to keep them pretty." </div>
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"Well, you do a damn god job."</div>
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Impulsively, I reached out and touched her right foot, stroking the longish big toenail. A light squeeze and I had an instant boner. Surprisingly she didn't pull away. She just smiled and giggled some more. "you should be careful or I'll have you doing that some more," she said. </div>
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"You keep your feet there and I am liable to get very naughty with them."</div>
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"Really? How naughty?"</div>
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My response was to bend down and start sucking those beautiful toes. </div>
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Several sharp intake of breath and a few oh-my-gods later I raised up to find her masturbating through her shorts. I decided to go big or go home. I pulled out my cock and slid it between her toas. She pumped her toes 10 or twenty times and I shot load all over the red polish and her feet. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the most surprising to me is the trend of younger women these days to say one thing and do quite the opposite. I don't see how hard it is to simply tell someone the truth about how you feel or what you want/need changed. Relationships whether they are personal, business, or D/S all undergo change as time passes and needs grow or diminish. Why is it so hard for some people to simply be honest with their partner and say something? Specifically, say something </span><b><i><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">honest</span></u></i></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. I am not used to people I deal with blowing up over minor things and then looking for any minute bullshit excuse to sever ties. Hell, I still am on good terms with two ex-wives. A break up does NOT have to be adversarial or malignant. There doesn't need to be any wild-ass drama or bullshit. Simply say, "this isn't working for me anymore and I would like to change it to be like this." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A friend on mine told me that nothing screws up people more than a FACT or the TRUTH nowadays. I am totally inclined to believe him now. You can present any truth to someone, but if their mind is made up that something else is true, then all the proof and evidence in the world will not deter their animosity or wrath. Its damn sad in my opinion. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The hardest thing is watching someone you care about self destruct or be used by others and not be able to do anything about it because they say "sometimes I just have to learn the hard way." Really?? Damn, if 10-15 of my friends tell me someone is a piece of shit and to steer clear or be very cautious, I am gonna listen. I may still be stubborn enough to continue on my path, but you can be damn sure their cautions are in the back of my mind and the minute I see that what they are telling me is true, I am gone. Why is this such a "new" thing that no one seems to know about much less practice?</span></div>
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I was on a trip for a weekend seminar and staying in a nice hotel. We had ended the session early and I was bored out of my mind. I decided to simply go for a walk and wander around to check out my surroundings. This tends to be a habit for me anytime I am somewhere I don't frequent. Its a hold over from the military. <br />
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As I went down the hallway where my room was, I noticed a housekeeping cart. I wandered by and casually looked in the propped open door. There was this 20-something drop dead gorgeous Asian girl adjusting the covers on the bed. Then I noticed she had on these cute little ballerina type flats with no socks or hose. My guts turned over. Her fingernails were painted a bright red. I figured, "What the hell", and stood there as she began to walk to her cart.<br />
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She greeted me and we began to small talk. Finally, I complimented her on her shoes and she thanked me. I asked her the size and she replied, "They are 7s." I asked if she did her own nails and she said, "Of course," and smiled. I then took the plunge asking if her toes matched her fingers. She said they did and I asked if I could see them. She casually slid her foot out of her shoe and lifted it up to me. <br />
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Impulsively I dropped to one knee and took her beautiful foot in my hands. It was hot with sweat and the toenails were absolutely painted perfectly. Nails were on the longer side and the toes were long and slender. Her soles were incredibly soft like velvet. Without thinking I kissed her toes. I looked up to see her smiling at me and she said simply, "You like?" I looked down at my crotch with a full on woody straining to escape my Dockers and responded, "Yeah, its pretty obvious." <br />
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She put her shoe back on and stepped towards the door of the empty room. "You want to kiss them more?" I quickly responded with a, "Hell Yeah!" and followed her into the room. She sat on the bed and I took off her shoes and gave her feet a vigorous tongue lashing and sucked every toe like there was no tomorrow. She laid back on her elbows and moaned quietly. I figured its now or never and stood up. Looking at her toes I unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was already leaking precum. I grabbed her right foot and placed it on my cock. She wiggled her toes and slid my cock between her big toe and second toe. A smooth back and forth movement started. Next she took her left foot and braced my cock on one side, curling her toes over the shaft to help hang on to it and continued to move her feet back and forth. After less than two minutes I shot a load. She smiled. I thanked her profusely and then grabbed a towel to clean her up. I gave her $50 and told her my room number. I told her if she worked the next day I would like to repeat the experience before I left for home. She smiled and said, "Maybe". <br />
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She was back the next morning at my room. <br />
TxFetishLegendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477405781374590797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918369657858717876.post-38823254990554005632015-07-09T03:46:00.000-07:002015-07-09T03:46:53.574-07:00How Do You Do ItOne of the most asked questions I have ever had is, "How do you get these girls to..." or some variation thereof. No matter what variation is asked, the answer is remarkably simple:<br />
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I ask.<br />
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That's it. Nothing more complicated than that. No great big trade secret. No drama. No magic. I simply ask. I am also not afraid to comment either. By that I mean, if I see someone with absolutely gorgeous feet I am not afraid to say something to them. Out loud. In public. <br />
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See, I learned a long time ago that if you stay quiet and secretive then you will more often than not be alone beating your dick into oblivion replaying memory images in your mind. Saying something, however, can turn a glimpse into a full fledged experience. All to many times I have had situations that would normally have remained simply visual turn into a situation where I was actually handling a beautiful foot of a stranger simply because I swallowed that nervous anxiety and said something like, "Oh my god, your feet are gorgeous!" A passing glance would turn into a twenty minute conversation and/or allow me to hand out a business card and recruit a potential model. <br />
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For way too long I was afraid that someone would find out I was into feet and use it against me or use it to embarrass or humiliate me because it meant I was "weird" or "not normal". I finally realized that liking feet was simply part of who I was. Why in hell would I allow someone to use my fondness as ammunition or as a weapon against me? No longer could someone say, "if you don't do such and such I will tell everyone you like feet." I beat them to the punch by telling people myself. And, best of all, I actually benefited from this. The "I'm gonna tell everyone" comment is answered by the word, "And...?" and in doing so removes all the power and threat <br />
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So, my answer to "how do you..." becomes my actual best advice to foot lovers everywhere: ASK. <br />
If you ASK, you have a 50/50 chance of something going in your favor. If you DONT ask, you have a 100% chance of nothing working out for you. I don't know about you, but a 50% chance is much better than no chance at all. TxFetishLegendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477405781374590797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918369657858717876.post-66109456304990982712015-06-28T14:38:00.000-07:002015-06-28T14:38:34.525-07:00ToeRotica - Real Stories From The Life Of A Toe Monster<h2>
<u><em>The Book Store 1</em></u></h2>
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So I am out late at night, about half drunk, and horny as a bunny in puberty when I find myself at a local adult bookstore. This was a number of years ago but still quite a fond memory. As I go in I immediately notice the clerk is a really cute little Latina around 21 years old. I start browsing in the video rows and find a place where I can see her behind the counter. <br />
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I watch her for a few minutes and see her come out to go put up some videos on the shelf. As she steps out from the cash register I notice she is wearing a pair of running shoes with no socks. Instant boner on my end. In my intoxicated state I begin to grope myself thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts. Next thing I know she is on my row quietly putting up boxes on the shelves. I pretend to study the titles and watch her out of the corner of my eye. She was dressed casually in a T-Shirt and jeans otherwise. Her sneakers were old enough that I could actually see the impressions of her toes through the fabric and suddenly lust took me over. Somehow, some way, I just HAD to see her bare feet.<br />
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She came back twice more with one or two boxes for my row and I realized she was purposely coming back to my row. It was then I realized that I had a rather sizeable hard-on visible through my jeans. I finally caught her looking at it. I quickly decided that I was going to take a chance see what happened. This wasn't one of my normal haunts, so at worst, I figured I would be banned from the store if I went too far. <br />
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She smiles nicely and greeted me and then says, "Can I show you something?"<br />
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Loaded question! I couldn't believe my luck! So, I smiled politely and responded, "You certainly can if your toenails are painted." <br />
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"Excuse me, " she questioned.<br />
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"Your feet. I'd like to see your toes if your nails are done," my polite smile back in place.<br />
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Shockingly fast she slides her right foot out of her shoe and I see slender long toes and perfectly red painted nails of her size 9 foot. I nearly came on the spot. "Oh my god, those are beautiful," I blurted out not realizing I had grabbed my engorged cock and was squeezing the hell out of it. She watched closely.<br />
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"Oh, you like those?"<br />
"Hell yes."<br />
"They are just feet. What do you like about them?"<br />
So, I told her. She giggled and said, "What do you do with feet anyway?"<br />
So I told her a little more and lust took over again. Here was my one and only shot. I was about to score or get my ass tossed out. "Look," I said, "I am not trying to be insulting in the least, but I will give you $50 if you will let me suck you toes for just a minute." <br />
" Are you serious?"<br />
"Totally."<br />
"I could get in big trouble if I say yes."<br />
"And you could be missing out if you say no," I replied.<br />
She giggled again. "Sure, I need the money. Go back by the bathroom. I'll be there in a minute." <br />
I did as I was told. Less than 5 minutes later she was back in the bathroom with me. I locked the door and dropped to my knees. I handed her a $50 bill and pulled her shoe off catching the sweaty scent that gives me a raging boner. I buried my face in her foot and started to suck those toes for all I was worth. She actually moaned and said, "Damn!"<br />
I kept going and decided to go for broke, I pulled out my cock. Then I noticed her head back and eyes closed. I took her toes from my mouth and dropped her foot onto my cock sliding the head between her big toe and second toe. Her eyes opened in shock and she looked down. I waited for the scream or kick or tantrum to come, but it didn't. Instead she began to pump her foot up and down across the head of my dick. Needless to say, stamina was not on the agenda. LOL! Less than 20 pumps later I spewed a load all over her pretty toes. She watched in awe. She then pulled her foot off and I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned her up finally putting her shoe back on. She blushed as I thanked her and she went back up front. I cleaned myself up and, shaking, prepared to face her as I left. <br />
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I walked back up front and she was behind the register. I thanked her again and said, "hope to see you again soon. I had a lot of fun" <br />
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She replied, "I did too. I love conversations like that. You can come see me anytime." And I did too until she changed jobs. More stories of her a little later. <br />
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TxFetishLegendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477405781374590797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918369657858717876.post-36107424786831193682015-06-14T03:55:00.001-07:002015-06-14T03:55:20.245-07:00I lost a Week of my life<div style="background-color: #1b1b1b; border: 0px; color: #dddddd; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
I lost a week of my life recently.</div>
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Worse, I actually lost my life twice in a matter of days. And I dont remember most of it.</div>
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It started as a head cold or allergy. As my breathing problems increased I went to the Doctor like anyone else would.<br />The idiot physician gave me a breathing treatment but wanted to admit me for uncontrolled hypertension. Since my<br />high blood pressure had been totally uncontrolled for a couple of years but I had been asymptomatic, I refused<br />hospital admission (AMA) - against medical advice. The idiot physician took this as a personal affront and refused<br />to prescribe any antibiotics for the obviously growing respiratory infection, nor would he prescribe home breathing<br />treatments, which was a viable option as well. A new rescue inhaler? Absolutely not.</div>
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I remember about 12 hours after leaving the VAMC ER...and nothing until I came out of a medically induced coma totally<br />restrained to a bed looking at the ceiling lights in the ICU with breathing tube in my throat. I didnt know what day it<br />was or what the hell had happened. I panicked, again it seemed, and I ripped the breathing tube from my throat. That alone was<br />no small feat either. As I said, I was totally restrained to the hospital bed at the time. Here's what I found out a day or two<br />later.</div>
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I had passed out in my backyard some four days earlier. I couldnt breathe and overheated and began stripping off clothing<br />trying to cool off as I walked the 50 some odd feet from my bedroom to the backyard. I had an older sister visiting at the<br />time and she noticed me passed out with my face in the dirt and roused my oldest sister to help. When the panic attack<br />couldnt be stopped (I have some significant issues with panic attacks and complex PTSD), an amblulance was summoned.<br />The paramedics couldnt stop it either and they decided to transport me to the hospital. That's where all the problems<br />started. See, they sent 4 rather large firemen to restrain me for transport. My sister tried to warn them, but they didnt listen, or<br />maybe they just didnt believe her. I freaked out to put it mildly and I am told 1 literally launched 4 rather large<br />firefighters as if they were nothing. I did this more than once too. I would have to say this is evidence as to<br />the effectiveness US Marine Corps Combat training. When one goes into "combat mode", regardless of how old, broke down<br />and out of shape one is, one is literally a weapon. A scared one, perhaps, but a Marine is a Marine. There is a reason<br />you "earn" the title of Marine. You dont just join up like you do in other Services. When you are trained far beyond the<br />normal for even a Marine (like I was once), you dont forget your training....ever.<br />It's kinda like watching old Steven Segal movies: it doesnt matter how old and fat he is, the man is simply someone you DON'T want to fuck with.</div>
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When I was 20, I was a bad-ass. In my 30s, I felt I could hold my own. In my 40s, I could handle myself if forced to, but<br />I've never the mental shift or what it turned me into during my "episodes". I turned 50 in April and find myself smiling<br />quietly as I listen to men half my age brag about how much tougher, smarter, faster, badder, or meaner they are than this<br />old fat white guy that is sitting in front of them. The worst are the ones who really dont understand that the HARDEST<br />military service to even get into is the Marine Corps. I listened to one brag one evening about how much more intellient<br />he was compared to 99% of the men around him and how much of a bad ass he was. I sat quietly and smiled to myself wanting<br />nothing more than to look at him and ask, "and when were YOU smart enough to join MENSA?" Personally, I joined when I was<br />13 years old. I hold two Associate Degrees, A bachelors degree, a Masters degree, and am about 5 hours from two different<br />PhDs. I hold a White House Presidential Service Badge which I have cheerfully given the phone number to White House<br />Centrex and the White House Military Office just for grins on more than one occasion simply to watch someone pale and<br />shit themselves in fear as my credientials are validated. I have authored 10 natonally published books, over 300 nationally<br />published songs, danced and acted professionally. I have been an adjunct professor at one university and a Clinical<br />Instructor for three other colleges. Marines are taught from day one to be a leader and step up and take charge when<br />necessary. I have met some who are better leaders than others, but I have never met a Marine who was a "dumb grunt" or<br />a "brainwashed stupid automaton". If nothing else, we are taught to admit and embrace our fears and weaknesses and USE<br />the knowledge of our own weaknesses to control our situations to achieve our objectives in spite of our shortcomings.</div>
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So, I come to in time to yank my intubation for the third time and find out I had been in a coma courtesy of Micheal Jackson<br />Juice (Propanol) for nearly 4 days. I have an ENT doctor in front of me givng me a choice of being re-intubated or allowing her to take<br />30 seconds to run an NG tube down me to look at my throat and vocal cords and see if I had fucked anything up. I chose the<br />NG tube. I found out that that after my excursion with the local firefighters, they had to start chest compressions on me.<br />Once at the ER they did a cut-down and inserted a central line into my aorta and subclavian artery only to have me crash<br />and they manually compressed my heart to keep me going. Pretty sure I had some kind of small stroke on the way to the ER<br />too because I had no proprioception in my right arm and had lost the ability to write (its returning slowly thankfully).<br />I did the math and figured I had used up several of my cat lives and only have about 3 left now. Neighborhood felines are<br />wary when they get too close to me for some reason. Guess they think those "9 lives" randomly float around between us<br />feline types. LOL!</div>
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Oh and the ENT doc found a nodule one of my vocal cords that might be malignant. Problem for another day. My blood pressure is<br />still not controlled, but it is better. Its easier not to argue with my friends and family who dont know my limits as I do<br />and simply want me to be around for a while longer. I can live with that.</div>
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So I lost a week of my life. BUT I found out a few folks who actually give a shit about me that I never realized did before<br />now. I can honestly say that I have died and come back, although I probably wont discuss any of that for a long time.</div>
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That's the short version of the story. To everyone who came to visit, cared enough to text, call, and show genuine<br />interest, I thank you. Through all the misunderstandings, drama, and weirdness of my vanilla family, I ask you all to<br />not hold a grudge but rather understand how scared my family was and still is, and know that I thank you all for your<br />prayers, energies, and concern.</div>
<br />TxFetishLegendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477405781374590797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918369657858717876.post-5120973171076157372015-03-28T08:57:00.002-07:002015-03-28T08:57:51.602-07:00ToeRotica - Real Stories From The Life Of A Toe Monster<h1>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial Black;"><b><i>The Dance</i></b></span></center>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>I went into a local nude club several years back<br /> to check it out. It really wasn't much to speak of, <br /> but it was an experience I won’t soon forget.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>See, there was this girl, Madison, who made it all<br /> worth the trip!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Most of the girls were butt-ugly. Madison, though, <br /> stood out and had a way of looking at you that would just <br /> make you melt. She wore knee high black boots and<br /> had the most gorgeous pussy you have ever seen.<br /> Her fingernails were long and painted a bright orange.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Once she came to sit with me, we chatted about<br /> nothing of value for a few minutes. Then she asked <br /> if I wanted a dance. I had nothing to lose since this wasn't</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>one of my regular haunts, so I blurted out,<br /> "Only if your toenails are painted." </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She smiled and simply said, "of course they are. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>Do you like feet or something?"</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>I confessed, "Yeah, I do. Quite a bit as a matter of fact."</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She smiled again, purring, "Hmmmmm," and lead me away </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>to the private dance area. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>I paid in advance for three songs. Once in the room <br /> I read all the little notices on the wall about no<br /> touching the dancers, no propositioning for sex, etc, etc. <br /> I also noticed a handful of napkins on the end table. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b><br /> </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She smiled and started to dance the first song.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>WOW! She was incredible. Her moves were fluid and</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>extremely erotic. She seemed to know exactly how to </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>tease me with every movement.<br /> Once all the clothes came off, I asked if she was<br /> going let me see her feet. </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She looked at me and </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>grinned saying, "Well, OK, if you really want to, but they might be<br /> a little sweaty and smelly from my boots." </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>I told her I didn't care. I just had to get a look at her toes.<br /> She sat down and took her boots and socks off<br /> revealing a pair of some of the most beautiful size 9s <br /> I have ever seen! </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She had long slender toes, with medium length nails<br /> painted a dark, erotic, slutty red. She wore a toe ring on the<br /> second toe of each foot and immediately began to<br /> point her toes and spread them apart as she watched<br /> me. She raised each foot up near my face</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>for inspection, keeping them mere inches </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>from me. I squirmed in my seat and told her if she didn't<br /> quit doing that I would probably pull my dick out <br /> and start to jack off right there, and then get thrown out!<br /> She laughed and said, "It's OK. Guys pull their dicks out <br /> all the time in front of me, I dont mind at all!"</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>"Isn't that illegal," I asked.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>"Not in Texas in a total nude club like this. You can jack </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>your dick all you want. You just can't touch me and I </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>can't touch you." </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>"DAMN!" I stammered. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b><br /> I took the hint and unleashed my now rock hard cock<br /> from my trousers while her back was turned still dancing. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She backed up and brushed up against me, <br /> hitting my raging boner. There was no way she<br /> couldn't notice. I got nervous and looked up to <br /> see her glance over her shoulder and smile.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>"Well, Hello," she said simply.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b><br /> She continued to dance and I relaxed. She asked <br /> me what I liked to do to feet and I told her, "Everything</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>when they are pretty enough." </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>I explained in ever growing explicit detail finding my</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>cock starting to leak pre-cum as I stared at her </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>feet throughout my descriptions.<br /> When I got to the part about cumming all over toes,<br /> she groaned and said, "Oh my god, that’s disgusting."<br /> I told her if she hadn’t experienced it then she <br /> didn’t know what she was missing. She just smiled and said,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>"Perhaps."</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She stepped up onto the couch I was sitting on </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>and placed her feet on my upper thighs. I could feel her toes</b></span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">gripping and grabbing as she writhed around. I continued to </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">whack my wiener getting ever closer to blowing a load.</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">She put her hands on the wall behind me and raised </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">one of her feet to my face, then shoved her big toe in my mouth.</span></strong> <br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She moaned and leaned back a little. Looking down at me, </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>she smiled and said, "OO, be careful." </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>" I will," I promised and started to look around, </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>"I won't take </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>long." </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She removed her toes from my mouth and as she started</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>to step down, I guided her foot onto my straining cock. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>No one else was in the room but she looked around anyway,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>the, back down at me as she slid her slobbered on toes</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>around the shaft of my dick. She squeezed once really hard</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>and stroked it a few times. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b><br /> The second song was ending and I figured I had<br /> nothing to lose. As the third song began and she<br /> pulled up a chair and sat across from me, effectively blocking</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>the view of anyone who might look in. I pushed my cock in between <br /> those long toes. She looked back over her shoulder<br /> and smiled, then started to move her toes up and<br /> down the upper shaft and head of my cock with her </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>right foot while bracing it with her left one. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>She pumped it only a few more times. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>That’s all it took. <br /> I shot all over her pretty red painted toes! </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b>The funny part is that she smiled the entire time <br /> I was blowing a load on her toes! </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b><br /> When I was done she looked at the mess and said,<br /> "I guess that wasn’t so bad after all! <br /> We should do this again sometime!" </b></span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">I grabbed the napkins and cleaned up my jizz from her </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">perfect feet and thanked her profusely. I tipped her an </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;">"Damn straight I will," and I did, too, for the next two years.</span></strong><br />
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TxFetishLegendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477405781374590797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7918369657858717876.post-56114689453196997312015-03-20T23:24:00.000-07:002015-03-20T23:24:12.195-07:00ToeRotica - Real Stories from the Life of a Toe MonsterAs my birthday approaches I find myself more and more reflective. I look over the events of my life and how my love for the female foot has somehow cast a shadow, or a spotlight, on nearly every aspect. I had a number of requests for stories. I had a story section on my original site (Beautiful Female Feet) and was always amazed at its traffic and the email it generated. There were always those who would say, "Bullshit, he is making this shit up," and yet, I wasn't. I didn't have to. That's why the story section always came so easily for me. I was simply telling members what happened to me on a particular day. I figure I will use the ToeRotica tag for my story posts here to make easier for folks to find what they are looking for. Where possible, I will include pictures because on several occasions I actually got a couple of photos. If I have a photo that is pretty damn close to the feet I mention in the post, I will post that photo. There is a huge plus to our modern technology: it is far easier to take covert foot photos now than it was in the 90s AND it is also more difficult as people are taught from a young age go watch for the inevitable outstretched arm with a cell phone or Ipod/Ipad at the end. With all that in mind...check this out:<br />
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I don't know why but I am inexplicably drawn to the darker shades. They are somehow more exotic and erotic to my mind. These photos belong to a deeply tanned five foot eleven inch natural platinum blonde wearing a little black dress. I had an instant boner as these walked up on me and could barely keep my head from being locked in a permanent down angle with my tongue lolled out and a string of drool hanging from my lips.</div>
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I don't know what overcame me, but when we got outside I just said, "Fuck it" and decided to go for it and say something to this incredible beauty. I mean, we ended up in the same place at the same time so damn many times that I felt the Gods were smiling on me a bit that day. Hell, outside the store her car was only 3 spots away from mine. I took this as Divine Intervention and decided to just be bold and see what happened. So, I walked up....</div>
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I reply, "Hi. I apologize for being so forward, but I just have to tell you that your feet are incredibly beautiful and I would love to take a picture of them sometime." (She wasn't aware I had sneaked in the two above while we were in the check out line.) </div>
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"My feet? Really? They are HUGE! I think they are my worst feature. You mean you actually like them?"</div>
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"Like them well enough to come over and say so outright to a perfect stranger."</div>
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"Are you one of those foot fetish guys?"</div>
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"Yep. I am, In the flesh. I take it you have never met or been with a foot guy before."</div>
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"No, I haven't. I've been curious though. What is it about feet? I mean they're just feet. I don't get it."</div>
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I laugh. "You don't get it but you spend $50 bucks a month on pedicures and more on keeping them pretty. I think you may not understand it very well, but you get it just fine." I smile.</div>
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She cocks her head, "So you're attracted to my big old feet. Do they turn you on?"</div>
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"We wouldn't be talking if they didn't," I laugh again, "I just simply felt compelled to tell you."</div>
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She blushed slightly, "Well, thank you,"</div>
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"You are very welcome. Have a wonderful day." At this point I took a slight step back and pointedly stared at her pretty size 10 1/2s with no small amount of lust on my face.</div>
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A pregnant pause and then she says, "So, what would you do with my feet if you could?"</div>
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I reply, "Honestly? I start by giving you one hell of a foot massage, then worship them, and if you haven't kicked me to the curb by the time that's done, I would proceed to be very naughty with them,"</div>
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"Its easier to show than to explain, but basically its a lot of kissing and nibbling and toe sucking."</div>
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"Oh, that sounds...different. I guess I should have that done sometime." She smiled a very pretty smile, tilting her head slightly as she did so.</div>
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I suddenly didn't give a damn about who was around, where we were, who might see or anything. The mere possibility of having those feet near my face was like a drug driving me blindly forward in lust and in hope. "I can show you briefly if you want to see it. Just a few seconds worth. I will stop when you ask me to."</div>
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"Here? Now? What about all these people walking around the parking lot?"</div>
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"Fuck them. Let me show you....just for a moment."</div>
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"I should just have my boyfriend suck my toes when I get home."</div>
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"Its not the same. Anyone can suck your toes. Only a foot guy and worship your feet. I promise, the feeling is totally different."</div>
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Mama didn't raise no fool. I moved forward and dropped to one knee, slid her right foot out of her shoe and started doing my thing. The angle was a bit awkward so I took a chance and asked her to sit in her drivers seat of her little SUV. I was thrilled when she said OK and did.</div>
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"Oh my god," she gasps, "that was unbelievable! I have never had anything like that before."</div>
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I replied, "I told you, anyone can suck toes. Only a footguy can worship feet properly." Another pregnant pause and I figure I should make my exit. "Thank you for indulging me and letting me show you that. I hope we run into each other again sometime."</div>
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