The Laughter Mechanic

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They immediately took to each other at the hotel bar in Shinjuku where the full figured Ginger and the full figured Brunette had frequented on their many business trips to Tokyo. This latest trip had spawned the two deep in conversation over their respective chocolate martinis. Both were slightly tipsy from these potent cocktails the attractive man behind the bar had prepared for them. But they weren’t too tipsy to dance their curvy frames to Japanese pop music (J-Pop), and do some karaoke together up on stage at the hotel bar.

Around midnight, the Brunette turns to the Ginger and says, “My feet are killing me in these heels! Wanna come up to my room and give me a nice foot massage?!”

“I’d love to!”

And with that, the two were off to the Brunette’s room for some relaxation time, or at least that’s what the Ginger thought was going to happen. 

Upon entering the room, both women kicked off their heels and poured each other some champagne. They retreated to the hotel sofa that overlooked a busy Tokyo night skyline full of lit up buildings with their respective neon signs. The Ginger’s fingers were already working their magic into the Brunette’s tired arches and toes.

“Oh, my God! Right there! That’s the spot! Oh, thank you! I’m going to live!”

“Isn’t it just so wonderful to have someone rub your feet after being in heels all day and all night?! I just love it!”

“It is pure heaven what you’re doing to me right now! Pure. Heaven! Oh, God, I think I could die right now!”

“Don’t die on me! I need you to do me later!”

They both laughed. 

“Can I share something with you?!” the Brunette asked. 

“Share anything with me, Dear! Anything!” 

“I have a bit of a kink”, she divulged shyly.

“In your foot?!” the Ginger playfully made a bad joke winking at her new love interest. 

“Oh, you’re good!” the Brunette laughed. 

“No, Silly, not in my foot, but I guess you could say I do kind of have a kink down there. It’s more in my brain. I love to be tied up.”

“Oh, my! Tell me more, Love! Tell me MORE!”

The Ginger was intrigued to say the least.

“Well, I just love the feeling of tight leather drawn against my skin. It gets me…uh…rather moist.”

“Oh, do continue! I’m getting moist just thinking about it! Please tell me you’ve got some leather back there in your bedroom!” the Ginger pleaded.

“I do! I actually have a little moveable restraint table I can wheel in here. Would you be so kind as to restrain me…?”the Brunette paused for a moment, “…naked?”

“Oh, my! You ARE kinky aren’t you, my Dear?! I would LOVE to restrain you naked! Up or down?!”

“Down first, then, when I’m fully moist, flip me up and taste me! I promise you it will be the sweetest juices you’ve ever tasted!”

“Oh, I have no doubt, my love! No doubt that you taste DIVINE! Shall we?!”

“One more thing…I hope this isn’t too much to ask…” the Brunette became a bit sheepish again. 

“…I do like it, while I’m being restrained with leather, to be…tickled”, the Brunette let that last word resonate.

“Tickled! Oh, do tell me more!” the Ginger’s eyes got wide and full of life.

“On my feet! I LOVE to be tickled on my feet. Softly at first, and then building up to a full on tickle monster tickle session all over my soft bare soles!”

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She shared the following with me in an email recently:

“I thought of you…while out on my deck meditating barefoot for the first time this spring”

To which my mind raced to this sexy fantasy scenario below that I fantasize about my friend writing to tell me she fantasizes about me doing this to her during her barefoot meditations…

Enjoy! :-)

Adults Only Please. NSFW.

A Medi-toe-tion

Soft, sun kissed, warm wooden deck slats press gently against my slit.

His naked body presses down on mine as he takes in my naked, freshly pedicured toes to his mouth.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

The sun bathes us. Keeps us unusually comfortable on this lovely spring day.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

His mouth and tongue tingle me and tickle my toes ever so delicately, ever so deliciously.

“God, you taste DIVINE!” he breaths. 

Pleasures abound. I relax knowing he thinks I taste like a goddess. 

My slit moistens atop the warm wood as the pleasure he’s giving me is beyond divine!

The slats beneath me now take in all of my slutty slit’s outpourings of desire. 

I laugh in delight as he continues to tease and tickle my toes with that devilishly ticklish tongue of his.

‘Deep breaths’ he says. ‘Deep breaths’.

Laughter turns to moaning. Moaning turns to lust. 

Pure. 

Adulterated. 

Lust.

His naked body gyrates atop mine.

The medi-toe-tion continues.

My mind wanders. 

I don’t bring it back.

It states aloud to my horror, “I want you between my legs.”

He immediately obeys and flips me over.

The large wet spot in the wood beneath me is now undeniable. Damning.

He smiles wickedly.

“May I?!” he begs. 

“YES!” I plead. 

His long tongue finds my vagina and we begin a beautiful and lascivious descent into hedonism where he explores all of the many wondrous layers of my womanhood. 

His fingers find my toes all the while he is orally pleasuring my pussy beyond my wildest dreams, and he gently squeezes and presses each toe and leads further down the rabbithole of sumptuous sex.

My skilled facial linguist licks his way deep inside me.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. 

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

Each press of my toes. 

Each pulse on my clitoris with that fuckking hot tongue of his brings me ever so close to a toe-tally mindbending release. 

My cunt runneth over and I call out his name and I start to squirt and splash and writhe uncontrollably all over his beautiful face. 

I am toe-tally spent. 

Toe-tally fuckking spent.

I gently open my eyes. And he his. 

He rolls me and my sopping wet slit back onto the warm moistened wooden slats beneath. 

His mouth takes in my toes.

We begin anew.