Our Fantasy Chest - The Assistant: Origin Stories (Part 2) - A 10th Anniversary Celebration!
Some weeks just refuse to end.the work itself was already a nightmare — the kind of day that piles on until you’re wondering why you ever wanted to be the boss? when it rains it pours they say! then the storm rolled in and decided to actually make that old saying literal! thunder, heavy rain, the whole sky matching my mood.by the time i got home i was cranky, drained, and thoroughly done with everything. so i called my new assistant over... it was time to put his foot fetish to the true test.i didn’t want talking. i didn’t want solutions. i wanted his mouth on my soft, hot, sweaty sexy soles, fresh outta my gorgeous high heel pumps and nylons. i wanted that very specific kind of gentle, loving tickling on my soles that melts me. the kind that isn’t trying to make me laugh hysterically — just soft little teases mixed with deep, hungry worship that makes my whole body slowly unwind.he started slow. kissing. licking. sucking. mixing those light, careful tickles along my arches and the balls of my feet while i sipped my red and listened to the storm sing on. every time a particularly loud call of thunder hit, his mouth would sink just a bit deeper against my sole like he was trying to erase the day one wrinkle at a time.it worked. all the stress, all the frustration… it just started melting. i went from tight and irritable to loose, warm, and cozy. he stayed there, devoted, treating me like something that needed to be carefully and thoroughly worshipped until i felt human again.i ended up letting him stay late to continue spoiling and adoring me, and once i was ready for bed, he tucked me in... and kept going. soft kisses, gentle licks, and those same light, sensual tickles across my soles until my eyes got heavy. i slumbered off with his mouth still on my feet, the storm inside and out now long gone. a distant memory.some problems need meetings.this one just needed my assistant at my soles.to be continued...xoxo-gwen
