More feet dreams last night. Took place at school, but very little context otherwise. A black classmate of mine was talking to me about how she just wanted to completely rub her socks and feet all over someone's face, to really grind them over his nose and lips.
I could barely look at her while she spoke, and after she stopped talking, I looked up and saw that she was glancing at me with this slight smirk. She mentioned nothing of it then and there.
She then invited me to get some food and sit down in a little secluded lounge. We sat next to each other, and after a moment, she sighed and lifted her shoe-less feet onto the couch and placed them into my thigh.
I froze with only a small smirk.
"What? Do they smell?"
She lifted her right foot up near my face and asked again, mischief in her voice: "Do they smell?"
I tried to push her foot out of my face, but her other came to take its place, as she breathed harder, giggled, and started grasping for my hands.
"Don't fight it. Just give up! I've already won. My feet have won."
Her feet were solidly pressed against my face, and my body slunk to the ground, where she properly placed me underneath her white, slightly dirt-tinged socked feet. They had a strong smell.
She then started to knead and grind them against my face, making sure to rub them against my nostrils and lips.
"I knew as soon as I saw your reaction. I know that reaction."
She took off her sock.
"Lick the heel!" she ordered.
As my tongue touched her salty, gritty heel, I woke up. |