I was thinking very naughty thoughts as I ran my fingers over the lace that covered my dampness. I arched my pussy up suddenly ... my fingers had just...rubbed my clit and even through fabric, oh god it responded."Ah..."I rubbed, now tugging the thong aside to reach the pink lips underneath ... damp with how much I wanted the man downstairs. My pussy ached, my fingers unable to relieve its need to be penetrated by something hard and thick. Suddenly I heard the footsteps, the creaking noise and my. Please do not duplicate, copy, print, distribute or exchange this piece without the expressed written permission of the authorThe flames were flickering brightly; As If Dancing with life. The fireplace had already captured the heat from the fire. Ryan was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace leaning back on the edge of the couch. Ryan sipped a cup of coffee slowly, allowing the aromatic vapors to fill her senses. All of Ryan's senses were accepting what the evening offered; the heat. He wanted to fuck his beautiful sexy girlfriend so bad now. She started to speak. “A little while ago, I started to look into this spanking thing of yours, Mark. I became curious about it, even though we’ve been doing it a while and have never really explored it.”“I’ve learned a lot in my research. You and I are now moving into a different relationship now.” Jamie spoke calmly, matter-of-factly. Mark just listened and felt relieved not to be getting spanked any more. “I knew you would like the. The shower helped me to calm me down a little, and now with only a semi-hard on I walk back to the bedroom to get dressed. As I enter the bedroom I turn on the lamp instead of the bedroom light so I don't wake my soundly sleeping wife. While making my way to the closet I notice my wife's pink painted toes peeping out from under the covers. I stop and take it in as my cock starts to stiffen back to where it was before I got out the bed. "FUCK". I think to myself. See having a foot fetish is a.