These feet

My feet

I love to walk barefoot around my house and garden. When I get home, I like to take off my shoes and feel the carpet or floor under my feet. Unless it’s really cold I don’t mind the chill of the tiles in my kitchen or the cool laminate floor in the hall. Walking on the grass of my garden, even when damp to put out the washing. I love how the patio feels warm in summer and almost icy as the nights draw out again. Unlike some, I don’t walk out in the streets barefoot. But I do like to wear sandals or flip flops, something I can slip off. But come winter you will find me in socks indoors and wearing my boots when outside.  I have limits you know.

The feet of others

I am not a lover of the feet of others. I am not turned on by feet and have never sucked the toes of another person. Though I have kissed and blown raspberries on the tiny feet of my baby and toddler son. The feet of grown people are often ugly. I am not all that keen on the sight of my own. I have toughed Master’s feet, but really only when we are taking a bath, or have just got out. No, the feet of others are not for me.

Having my feet touched

Master does like to touch my feet, to caress and to stroke. He has and does suck my toes and kiss them. He is not put off by the sight or smell of them, he seems to find them arousing. Much to my own surprise I like it.

There was a time when I hated having my feet touched. I was very ticklish and hated the idea that my boyfriend or later husband would tickle them. That is no longer the case because I really do love to sit with my feet on Master’s lap while he strokes my toes and instep. Having my toes sucked would not be my favourite thing in the world. But actually I do find it kind of erotic. When that is it is part of foreplay and leads to other parts of my body being touched and kissed.

Blogging A-Z 2018: Y and Z

So, I limp to the finish line with my final offering for the April Blogging A-Z for 2018. It seemed like a great idea to write about random topics . But this has led me to spend far too much time navel gazing and being unfocussed. I’ll bear that in mind next year, since it is rather fun to do the challenge.

Y is for you

You the people who visit my blog and comment. You, Master who reads every word I write. You the people whose blogs I visit and comment on.  You, the people who run and manage the memes I participate in. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am enjoying writing again after a year when I could have easily stopped.  This year, I intend to continue writing in May and beyond, unlike last year. I feel that I am part of a community of bloggers and writers who in the main are friendly and encouraging. But there is drama from time to time and I plan, where possible to avoid that.

Z is for Zabaglione and Zealous

Z is the 26th and final letter in the alphabet. There aren’t masses of words beginning with Z, which is one of the reasons this post wasn’t ready to go this morning and I am writing it now. But there are some interesting words for example – Zabaglione  – a lovely Italian desert. There was a restaurant nearby when I was a student that served it. Whisked egg white and some kind of alcohol mainly. I chose zabaglione for desert in Sicily and it turned up as an ice-cream. While nice, that wasn’t what I had hoped for.

Zealous, which means inspired,  enthusiastic or purposeful. I started this month in a zealous way but now, 29 days later I have little more to add. I have exhausted my zeal if you would. So, I’ll end on that note and get back to writing smut and the like!