The Agony of Da Feet

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I have been known, from time to time, to leave my marks on the Mister.

I bite.

I bind.

I pinch.

I scratch.

I spank.


But today, instead of wearing my handprints on his ass…

My husband is wearing my footprints.

On his pecs.


Sorry to disabuse your trampling fantasies, but here’s the deal:

I was on my back this morning…

With my feet on his chest…

And my knees butterflied…

While he lay over me..

And fucked into me…

And bottomed out…

Against my cervix…


For half an hour.



Apparently my toes curl when I cum.

And right before I cum.

And during the moments leading up to the time right before I cum.

Who knew?

And when my toes curl into his chest…

They leave marks.




Wonder if I hurt him…?

Meh.  I doubt it.

And if I did?  Well, let’s just call it…

The agony of da feet…

0 thoughts on “The Agony of Da Feet

    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      Kinky? Meh. I’m more bendy and flexy than kinky, I think. 😉

      But I’m less flexy than I used to be… Once upon a time, I could take a pounding with my knees up next to my ears. And I distinctly remember a welcome-home fuck marathon that ended with me *literally* standing on my head, with my legs spread. I must have looked like I was doing the splits upside down. Lol.

  1. wildoats1962

    Agony of Da Feet, of course I remember the Wide World of Sports intro. I’m sure that skier got tired of seeing it. And it’s a nightly discussion with AB. And then there are my Army memories. I’m not bendy and flexible. As a teenager I used to watch Lilias Yoga and You. I started watching it because Lilias was hot and she was bendy and flexy. They would sometimes have interesting camera angles. Eventually I got curious and tried the yoga. It wasn’t as easy as it looked. But it did give me ideas.


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