”“Good”, he said while massaging harder.“And what else do you love?”“Your feet.” I said. Despite repeating this ritual every morning, I ...till felt ashamed.“And how do you like them?”“Bare.” I had to admit as always.“Only?”“No, also when you wear socks.”“Which socks?” he continued, unsatisfied.“The white tennis socks, and the blue socks for trekking.”“Well, well....” he said in an impatient tone. “But the socks are not enough right? What do you need more?” I did not answer. He knew the answer,. I guess I should introduce my self my name is Brandon I am 17 years old 5'9" tall and I have an athletic build. My life is to say the least boring and ordinary. I graduated from high school at age 16. I start college this fall at the University of Texas but i am getting off topic here.The day my life changed I was just out walking trying to get a handle on how fast my short life was moving. school was literally a breeze and since i didn't really make friends while in school it wasn't hard. Her blonde highlights and her subtle makeup gave rise to longing deep in my heart. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me. The other was pale and freckled, with long red hair. She smiled at me too.“Ever had astral sex with an alien succubus before?” said Olive. I knew their names by osmosis. In this higher plane I could feel their thoughts and emotions as if I were them. So I could tell that both of them were horny.Desperately, achingly horny. I could sense the moisture dripping like honey. She didn't want them to think she was crazy. After a little while her parents left, her father muttering something about 'night terrors' as they walked back upstairs.When they were gone, Lindsay stuffed her blanket under the crack of her door and sat up with the light on. She tried her best to stay awake all night, but after a few hours she finally fell asleep. When she awoke there were a handful of crumbs in her bed. For a few weeks afterward Lindsay was able to sleep on the floor in her.