Tom's Love Quest

Hi   [Miss Independent].

You were the last one I met at this month’s foot party, between 1:15 and 1:35. Surprisingly, I had to force myself to ask you for a session.  You were the first woman at these parties that I felt scared to approach, even though you saying yes was a virtual certainty. This shyness is one sure way I know that a lady really attracts me. So, you must be quite alluring to produce such timidity at such an accepting atmosphere as the foot party.

I’m sorry there wasn’t more time to get acquainted. But I learned enough to know that I’d enjoy meeting you again at the next party, for a much longer session. You were the 23 year old who said she had 32-inch inseams, and that in grade school, your long legs embarrassed you; but nowadays, you think them sexy. Well, they are certainly that.

I enjoyed making out with your exquisite feet, and loved how you cupped your arches and toes to completely cover my mouth as I lay on the floor on my back, worshiping you. For a moment, I actually preferred kissing your feet to kissing the lips of any woman. No, twenty minutes was not enough. We must do more time. Are you game?

I call you   Miss Independent,   because the first thing you said when I asked about you, was that you were a very independent person. Did you say this to show your pride at having achieved it, or were you warning me to avoid falling in love because romance just isn’t your thing? Well, don’t worry; at least not for now. Twenty minutes was too short a time for me to fall. But if I learn more of the right stuff about you the next time, I could fall. No big deal though. I’m harmless. Ask [Linda].    If you felt differently should this happen, I’d not press you. How far things go would be entirely up to you.  I just love the falling.

The most bizarre part of our session was when [Linda] walked past our suite’s open door. She saw me absorbed in my obsession, kissing your toes and ankles as I lay on my stomach before you.  You sat on the leather couch looking aloof but pleased.  As she beheld the spectacle, she cheerfully said, “Good night, Tom!” as she was leaving. That did feel weird. I think you sensed that too because of the way you chuckled. I found it intensely erotic though, because [Linda] had just rejected me. So it felt remarkably empowering to show her that I could easily move to others, since she wished not to play the love game with me. You made forgetting about her a snap, and I thank you so much for being there at just the right time.  You pulled me out of a love I wished no longer to be in.  Again, thanks so much. 

I’m once again back on neutral ground; not in love with anyone.  So I hope we meet again. [Jack] and I are working and saving for the next VIP party in July. We’re not certain if we’ll get there yet, but I’ll let you know in a later post, when we know either way. Keep your eyes on this blog for updates.  Again, nice meeting you, and the next time I see you, I’d be up for at least an hour session; perhaps more if it goes well. So write if you like. It’d be cool to read your comments here. 

Enjoy the rest of your June.

Take care.

Tom Hesley