posted by sooyup
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Daily trivia,
Wedded bliss
I know some people, including a certain person who visits this Blog from time to time, are not into feet. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I am a fetishist in that regard either. But Emma does like to have her feet touched, and I am always pleased to oblige. Touching and being touched has always been important in our relationship. When you are in love with someone, their lightest touch is enough to set the heart racing. You know the sort of thing - that old cinema cliché of hands touching across a table for two in a crowded restaurant. When Emma Jane and I were courting, walking hand in hand in the park, her virginal bosom might lightly graze my arm as she turned to say something. Kerpow! And with my hand deep in my trouser pocket, I would try to rearrange myself, hoping she hadn’t noticed. Did fifteen-year-old girls notice such things in those days, I wonder.
I know some people, including a certain person who visits this Blog from time to time, are not into feet. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I am a fetishist in that regard either. But Emma does like to have her feet touched, and I am always pleased to oblige. Touching and being touched has always been important in our relationship. When you are in love with someone, their lightest touch is enough to set the heart racing. You know the sort of thing - that old cinema cliché of hands touching across a table for two in a crowded restaurant. When Emma Jane and I were courting, walking hand in hand in the park, her virginal bosom might lightly graze my arm as she turned to say something. Kerpow! And with my hand deep in my trouser pocket, I would try to rearrange myself, hoping she hadn’t noticed. Did fifteen-year-old girls notice such things in those days, I wonder.
