Ella Ford in topic Lesbian Erotica and Captions · Imgur.com · Edited
When it came, the offer of her foot was the most blissful release, the most exquisite surrender of all. It shouldn't have felt that good!
Lying on my back, the older woman whom I barely knew towered over me. Her eyes roamed over my naked body with a hunger that was palpable, charting me, surveying me, studying her prize, her latest conquest.
A thousand thoughts crowded my mind for attention: How did I get here? What will she do to me? Should I leave this scented prison and find my friends?
But when she smiled down at me and called me a good girl, all those frantic thoughts gave flight like a startled flock of birds. Only an intense feeling of longing remained, paralyzing me with desire. I couldn't move. I'd become a slave to her without even realizing it.
And when she slipped off her shoe and held her toes to my mouth, teasing me with tender caresses, I knew that I should have felt revulsion and disgust. But I didn't.
When she pushed her toes between my lips, I should have tried to pull away. But I didn't.
When she slowly described the things she would do to me, hushed whispers of sinful humiliation, of pain and pleasure, of violations that I had never dreamed possible, I should have fled as fast and as far as I possibly could. But I didn't.
Instead, with an inevitability that felt like fate, I did as I was told. I worshipped her pretty feet and relished the ecstasy of her taste like the good girl I longed to be.
Wouldn't you?
Lying on my back, the older woman whom I barely knew towered over me. Her eyes roamed over my naked body with a hunger that was palpable, charting me, surveying me, studying her prize, her latest conquest.
A thousand thoughts crowded my mind for attention: How did I get here? What will she do to me? Should I leave this scented prison and find my friends?
But when she smiled down at me and called me a good girl, all those frantic thoughts gave flight like a startled flock of birds. Only an intense feeling of longing remained, paralyzing me with desire. I couldn't move. I'd become a slave to her without even realizing it.
And when she slipped off her shoe and held her toes to my mouth, teasing me with tender caresses, I knew that I should have felt revulsion and disgust. But I didn't.
When she pushed her toes between my lips, I should have tried to pull away. But I didn't.
When she slowly described the things she would do to me, hushed whispers of sinful humiliation, of pain and pleasure, of violations that I had never dreamed possible, I should have fled as fast and as far as I possibly could. But I didn't.
Instead, with an inevitability that felt like fate, I did as I was told. I worshipped her pretty feet and relished the ecstasy of her taste like the good girl I longed to be.
Wouldn't you?
