#you could never be the worst!!!! i took long enough hehehee

[cursivebloodlines]

It shouldn’t be possible for Tessa to feel so energetic at this hour. Sure, she was an early riser but the night before had been a late one. And she hadn’t even had her morning coffee yet. Considering their discussion last night, that might’ve taken a toll on anyone. Love confessions and feelings shared could be draining sometimes. But not for her. Instead, she felt the opposite:  elated and full of beans. Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in her that sparkled, the type of thing that usually had people rolling their eyes at her for being so idealistic. It was the exact same when they learned of her hobbies, her unrealistic expectations of the great unknown. Of ghosts and aliens and astrology. The type that people who chastise her, even her own friends, for being so willing to believe in things that didn’t exist - including her idealistic perception of love. Tessa always called those people boring; where was the fun in life if you didn’t believe in something beyond the universe? Diego, whilst he never hesitated to poke fun at her or roast her when she did (and when she didn’t deserve it, albeit she usually managed to get her taste of revenge), he never ridiculed for it. At times, she was even willing to admit he was maybe open to her ideas. Either that, or he did a good job of pretending to. She much preferred to think of the former - he couldn’t possibly have been that good of an actor. But this renewed sense of energy could be how everything felt lighter because he was here and with her. Maybe it was because Diego was the last thing she saw before falling asleep and the first she saw when she woke up. Could it get any better than that? It wasn’t that much different from the countless times this had happened, but this time was different because everything was now out in the open. The vulnerability in it was beyond something she could put into words other than it was beautiful.. Yeah, she still had plenty to process and her thoughts to get in order but she was looking forward to it. Looking forward to looking forward. Her heart was so full of love right now, it was intoxicating. It made her want to take back the need to think about it. What more was there to think about?

Well, everything, actually. Tessa wanted to ensure that when she (inevitably, because she knew damn well there was no other option at this point) told him how she felt, how she really felt about him, that she wanted for them to take the leap of faith and explore what could be. She wanted to ensure she was doing it for all the right reasons. Not because she was completely consumed by his confession last night, not because she was completely swept up in the moment, not because she wanted to rush. She wanted to be sure that this was what she felt. She wanted to ensure that even when the rush wore off and the dust settled, that she was still completely ready for things to change. It was becoming increasingly difficult to take her time with it all though, because it was all she could think about. The words that left his lips, the way it made her feel. The perfect scene around them, the jokes and laughter between them, the fleeting moments where she was oh, so tempted to close the distance between them. He was distracting. Definitely Diego’s fault and not hers. A girl can be in denial, can’t she?

Here he was, the same as he always was, poking fun at her. And she responded in the way she always did, rolling her eyes and trying to stifle a laugh but failing miserably. Then, Tessa proceed to pick up the cushion on the couch and throw it at him. “Shut up, you,” she shot back pathetically, “Don’t try me. I will do it.” She would never dream of it. Tessa respected him way too much to follow through on that. The internet was permanent like that and with someone who had an established social media presence like she did, she would never even dream of dragging him through it like that. Not without his consent. But they were kidding around, so she had to throw in an empty threat. Another playful roll of her eyes at the alien comment. What became a teasing torment soon found it’s way to being a term of endearment. Was it weird that she secretly loved it, even when she protested otherwise? Not many people would be thrilled with being called ‘little alien’ and Tessa probably wouldn’t, if it’d been anyone else calling her it. But this wasn’t just anyone. This was Diego; it was no wonder why her heart fluttered every time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied with an feigned innocent, sweet smile. “I’m lovely, and you know-” She was very nearly tempted to add the line, you know you love me but feared that it might makes things awkward. Well, not awkward but almost like…it was complicated and it just felt like it was in poor taste, given recent events. “And you know it.”

And yeah, he absolutely one hundred percent nailed it when he implied she enjoyed being his pillow. But why would she give him the satisfaction in knowing he was right? Pfft. Not at this hour. “Uh, that’s because you’re heavier than me and I don’t have the strength to? Duh.” The last part wasn’t really a lie; whilst in that comment she suggested it was physical strength she was lacking but in reality, it was her beating heart which refused to move him. Besides, how many times had she used him as a pillow in the past? Maybe she was only returning the favour. However, Tessa knew it went way beyond that. She didn’t want to separate herself from him. If that wasn’t love, then truly, what was? Honestly, the more she thought and considered it, the more she wondered how on earth had she not realised this sooner. Last night, was as though he’d opened her eyes to all she’d been denying herself. Opened her eyes that he was there, right in front of her, open hearted and ready for her. For whatever their relationship consisted of after she made her deliberation. “So, yeah, definitely still a hostage situation.” A slow smile etched its way to her lips as her eyes watched him, every slight detail and reaction - it was how she noticed the colouring blush tinging his ears. Little details like that she wouldn’t normally come across, and no, she wasn’t staring. Pfft. D’s retort only made her want to play along and tease him even more. “Do you wanna know?” She could have a lot of fun with this, even if it was only made up.

Tessa crossed her arms over her chest, her head tilting as she eyed him, biting her lip to stop the stupid smile from gracing her lips, a rebuttal at the tip of her tongue. Shit, what was the last thing she remembered watching? Shrugging, she looked up at the ceiling like it would give her answers. It didn’t. “Oh, you know. The bit where the…the um, the guy did the…thing.” But she was adamant that she’d been watching. Very convincing. Even if her eyes had been watching the TV, she’d been too busy talking to Diego, looking at Diego, thinking about Diego…It wasn’t her fault he was so damn distracting. Which seemed to be a recurring thing these days. “What’s the last thing you remember then?” Deflecting from the question she couldn’t answer by asking him the same question. Perfect. Her hands rested on her hips as she pretended to scowl at him. The way he was giving her orders in her own house! The cheek of it. But it felt so natural, as if this was equally parts his place than hers. How comfortable he must’ve felt for doing that. “Wow, so you’re already giving me your breakfast order and now ordering me around my own house. Whatever happened to ‘ladies first,’ D, huh?” she teased, knowing full well he could do whatever the hell he wanted and she would give it to him. Her gaze drifted to his hair and a little grin crept on his lips as she moved towards him, one hand running through his hair. “Your hair looks cute like this though.” Could hair even look cute? According to Tessa, it did now.  She slowed down as her fingers made their way to the back of his head, drifting down to his neck and then to his cheek. She couldn’t help herself, lingering a little too long, trying to focus on anything but the way her breath caught in her throat, her heart beating erratically. All of it felt so natural and right. The most comfortable, tender, real. It was then it dawned on her: weren’t the best love stories, the ones rooted in friendship? How she didn’t see or admit it to herself sooner, she would never know. A light flush coloured her cheeks as she was lost in thought, clearing her throat to bring her back to reality and reluctantly dropped her hand. “Go on then, don’t take too long though, okay?” Tessa insisted, a teasing tone in her voice as she grinned at him.  

Keeping up with Tessa had not always come to him easily. In fact, many times, Diego wondered why he put himself through all of it. Was this girl's company truly worth the added stress? Lucky for him, he got the answer to that fairly quickly. Of course, no one really assesses someone's friendship and relationship potential at the same time. Diego only got as far as 'she's a good friend', but nothing more. When he came to term with his growing feelings, he was content. Call it a typical guy thing, but he didn't have many follow-up questions. Good friend equaled good girlfriend material, right?

He watched as she went through the motions to fully wake up. She hadn't said anything yet, about how uncomfortable it was to sleep on the couch. It was possible that she'd just save those remarks for later. Although, Diego had an inkling that he'd just deal with the teasing when it came. And with Tess, it always did. He didn't mind though. It wasn't intentional, but sleeping next to her was an irreplaceable moment. It wasn't the first time, of course, but it was the first time he fell asleep next to her with complete vulnerability. All parts of him were out in the open for her to leave or take. With last night's confession, there was no part of him that was hidden. "I have a hefty social media reach," his hands rested on his waist, teasing in an exaggerated tone. Diego really should tread carefully, because she was right. He was familiar with her social media presence, and at first, he had been hesitant about that - fearing one day, his worse picture would end up online. "You are a menace little alien."

Diego could only roll her eyes at her description, hostage. Someone in this room was a drama queen, and it wasn't him. "Hey, you could've pushed me off, but maybe you just like being my pillow. So, not really a hostage situation when you really think about it." But, he was silently grateful that she did stay with him all night and didn't abandon him in the living room. Surely, her bed was more comfortable, but having her here - Diego would take a hundred days on this couch over his own bed. His ears felt warm, an unconventional flush reaching them when she batted her eyelashes at him. How did she have this much energy so early in the morning? "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," he wondered out loud. It was unlikely he uttered anything in his sleep, so he played dumb.

"Oh, coffee is definitely on you. This is a more of a, I'm inviting and you're paying, kinda situation. Hey, we watched part of it. Right? What's the last thing you remember?" He offered her a wide grin when she agreed with more than one yes, god this girl was going to be the death of him. “Pancakes okay? I could go for a stack with maybe like a hash brown on the side. Lucky you that you can get changed, but before you run off, I'm going to at least splash some water in my face and do something about...this," he said, gesturing to his messy hair. "Then, bathroom is all yours." As he spoke, Diego didn't notice how...domestic it all sounded. How comfortable it all was.

[cubanmalefootlover]

Ejaculatus ad Infinitum

(Inspired in a picture I found here on Tumblr, hope you like it)

Tom never thought how his luck would change when he said good bye to his lovely wife that early morning. He was a prolific family man; his first wife died young and left seven children under his care. Few years later he married again and got six kids more. Tom owned a big physique, inheritance from his brawny Irish uncles. His rugged face was crowned by abundant hair, big deep eyes and beard. He was very hardworking and honest, he earned his life working the land, as constructor and others hard jobs. But always honourably despite he was just a simple plebeian by birth. Feed thirteen kids wasn’t an easy task for a poor British peasant in 660 A.d.

Dark forces hovered over the kingdom; covetous men fought for power. It was a normal morning like any other; today Tom had got a job chopping wood. Before the sun rise, he dressed with his usual garment: hat, shirt, jacket, pants, boots and left with a hope in his good heart.  

Regardless of his wife’s warning, Tom used to go without company. The forest was lonely, quiet and sometimes haunting breezes prowled around. It was deliciously peaceful and a sweet aroma wafted in the benign air. Particularly enthralled by the warm breeze, the man walked beyond than he’d ever gone before. A happy smile lit his face and started his job full of energy.  

It’s heard strange noises. He scanned all around, but there was any soul except him. “Some animal”, he grabbed his axe watchfully for a while.    

“You ought not to come alone in the forest, woodcutter”, hissed a charming voice.

He thought to himself he was just tired and missed his wife, so he sipped water from a nearby spring and lay on the lush mattress of grass. A nice drowsiness made him dropped off into a blissful sleep. Suddenly, four heavy hands seized him by his shoulders. He saw two high figures at his sides wearing dark robes and hood. Being strong and big enough, Tom fought wildly to get free from those iron grips, but his captors were tougher and dragged him by the wood as if he were a sack of straw. He screamed for help, prayed, begged and kept struggling with all his might. His captors put a cloth over his head and everything went black around, making him sink into helplessness while he was forcefully carried along a bushy ground first and then a stoned path toward somewhere.  

After leading him through several halls, stairs and doors, they finally stopped behind a door and forced him to lie down on a table. He still had the cloth covering his head, so he couldn’t get a clue about where he was. The hood was pulled out of his head and his eyes collided with a creepy room, absolutely unfamiliar, intimidating.

-Welcome to my castle, woodcutter –said that voice heard in the wood.

He fixated his eyes in a woman wearing dark clothes, with a piercing look, strange tattoos and a necklace with odd objects.  

-Who are you? –he asked.  

-You don’t need to know who I am –she answered.

-Please, I…I have thirteen children to feed… -he pleaded.

-I also have an offspring to feed, woodcutter –said the woman.

The two captors stayed at both sides of the table holding him by his shoulders. As she waved her hands, a black smoke crawled by the floor and snatched his arms and legs. Again Tom struggled to get him free without success. In no time he found himself lying on his back with that eerie smoke grabbing his elbows, wrists, knees and ankles.

-Take his shoes off –the woman commanded.

The dark-robed men immediately obeyed by tugging at the enormous shoes of the captive, yanking them off to expose a pair of sweaty bare feet. Tom twitched his toes and scrunched his high-arched soles, discomfited by their nakedness. The lady stared at the man’s feet with approval in spite of a pungent smell filled the room as soon as they got out of their damp enclosure. In contrast with his slightly suntanned skin, Tom’s feet were pallid white since they were encased in shoes most of the time and they were truly huge with 15 inches long from heel to toes. The toes were long, thick and curved a bit with strong knuckles and tufts of hair on them as well as on the insteps. The toenails were somewhat dirty and needed a trim. The heels and ball of his feet were meaty and reddish in contrast with the pale arches. He had calluses on the soles of his feet from years of hard work which made them look even more masculine; although, unlike beaten and hardened laborer’s feet, his were soft from sweating too much inside his boots the whole time.

Poor Tom was sure he was going to be tortured for something he couldn’t comprehend yet.  

-Please, please have mercy! I took no part in any rebellion against Their Majesties! Me and my family are absolutely loyal! I pay all my taxes! I haven’t committed any crime…! I'm a quiet family father…!!!

The woman came to the end of the table and rested his hands on the captive’s insteps as breathed in deeply the intense acrid stench wafting in the air. Rich and poor men had something in common: after a few days without being washed, their feet release a distinctive reek. And she could tell from just the smell of Tom’s feet how long they had been inside shoes and when was the last time they were bathed. Tom noticed how long the nails of this woman were. She rested his long fingernails over Tom’s rugged heels, just below the arches and gently began to scratch the tips up and down.

-He-hehehee-hehe-hihaha…

-I’m testing your flesh first –said the woman, again pleased with what she saw-. You’re quite responsive. Let’s see a little faster…

Her fingernails sped up bit a bit the sole-scratching. Tom was feeling now uncomfortable and squirmed in the table. He clenched his jaws as curled his toes. Big drops of sweat formed on his forehead and chest. He prayed to God, but anything could avert his strength crashed miserably into desperation. He finally broke down…  

-AAAHAHAHAHA…AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! OWWOHOHOHOHO STOP STOP PLEASE NO- NOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA HA!!!! PLEASE IT TICKLES…IT TICKLES… IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES TOOOHAHAHUHUW MUUCHH GAHAHADS!!  PLEASE NO… PLEEHEHEHEHZZ NOHOHOHOHOO…I CAHAHAHAHANNT!!!!

Tom was in hysterics. His tough feet were ticklish as hell! The magic knots prevented all movement except his toes to wiggle, which they did frantically. But nothing relieved the torment of his exposed soles which were the main target of this evil woman.

-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! STOHOHOPHAHAHAHAHAWW!!!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! IHIHAHIAHIAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAWUHUHUAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!

When he was a kid, his armpits and ribs were frequently attacked during games. Actually, he hadn’t memories of having his feet tickled. Worst to him, because it had been the opportunity to know that they were his hot spot! Now he could do nothing to stop his predicament or escape. Held in place and helplessly barefoot, his huge soles were obliged to suffer the most terrible and relentless assault. His laughter poured out of him in loud gusts, constant, frenzied guffaws drawn from his mouth.

-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IAAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA HAHIIHIHAHAHAAA!!!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH EHEHEHEEEEEZZZZHH!!!!

The feelings of those scratching nails working all over his sweaty soles were the most awful experience he’d undergone in his life. Tom thrashed his head from side to side, his body convulsed pitifully under these unforgiving smoke-bonds as the woman continued taking full advantage of his weakness. She danced, raked and scraped her long nails all over the soles of his feet, making his mouth flood with dramatic roars of laughter that prevented him from thinking clearly, much less speaking intelligibly, gasping and shrieking like a man possessed.

-UWUUHUHEHEHOHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWWW!!!!! BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! MEEEHEHEHEHEHRCYHYHHIHI PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHZZZZZZE!!!! AIWIHIHIHIHIHIL GIVFYAAHAHA ANEHEHEHHEHEEHETHIINHGHGHGG HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YHUHUHUHUHUHUHU WANT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

The woman continued tickling Tom’s bare feet until his laughter became deep shriller. He’s sweating profusely and soon his robust body got drenched and glistened. She again and again travelled her wicked nails the whole map of those rugged soles when she suddenly changed tactic and immerse herself in darting her nails in-between his toes: Tom got totally beyond control. She looked disappointed, but kept her task tenaciously. Sometime later she started to see what she was waiting for: a bulge was rising under his pants to become a prominent tent.

She gave him a rest.

The woman again waved her hands and the rest of Tom’s clothes gone. When he realized he was buck naked, he blushed from embarrassment; despite her cruelty, he was a decent man nude in front of a woman. Yet his eyes grew wide open like saucers when he saw his penis became a solid rod pointing to the roof.  

-Why’re… you doing… this to me…? –he gasped with face soaked in tears and sweat. In fact, his strapping frame spread-eagled with his member standing up like the highest tree protruding from the wood was a wonderful sight to behold.

-Don’t be scared, woodcutter –said the woman-. All of you men suffer from this condition. There’s a secret link between your feet and your penis, so that when your soles are stimulated, your organ reacts sooner or later, even against your will… That’s what I need because I can’t touch your penis, but you must give me what I want.

-What is what you want, woman?! Please tell me and I’ll give you straight away! I’ll give you…I’ll give you whatever you want… just stop scratching my feet!! I can’t take more of this…!  

-I need something you naturally have in your body to feed my children –said the woman―. It’s not your blood; it’s not your flesh. It’s something that only you, son of Adam, have as an uninterrupted source and I must get it without touching your tackle, woodcutter.  

He gave her back his most confused look.  

-That you use to make children for the king –sentence the woman-, I will use it to create an army of monsters against the king. The spell requires the seed of a stud, just like you, father of thirteen kids.

Tom got discombobulated. He saw two diabolic claws with long nails moving toward his bare feet.

-Also demons feed with the juices of one elected Adam’s son. You, prolific woodcutter, have been chosen to accomplish this task. So, you will be subjected to this for all eternity. I condemn you to ejaculatus ad infinitum. From now on you won’t sleep. You won’t eat. You’ll never get old. You’ll stay strong and young. And never get tired!!

Tom was too busy processing the real sense of what he was told when those monsters claws started assaulting his soles. Agonic manly laughter filled the dungeon once again.

-NO-NO-NO MORE TICKLINONONOUGHH!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…!!!!

Those sharp claws didn’t hurt his skin, though, their evil touch was enough torturing to make him go crazy, writhing like mad, sputtering useless pleas to stop. Tom could feel the horniness boiling inside him, as well as his semen was churning within his swollen balls, ready to be shot. The claws stroked faster, focusing in certain spots of the man’s soles; one minute, two, three and… he shot and impressive load. The claws slowed their pace to let him recover himself while moaned and shuddered. The happy woman collected every drop from his stomach and chest.

After having ejaculated, his body was more responsive to the physical contact, which meant his feet were now twice more ticklish. His cock tilted to one side and the other, screaming for a real attention. Nonetheless, the woman never touched it to make the spell work successfully.  

Sometime later the claws sped up the scratching. His deep, manic guffaws shattered the silence of the dungeon, echoing round the stoned walls while those diabolic claws continued raking up and down his massive soles at once, periodically brushing the gaps between the toes.

After a few minutes, Tom came a second time and the claws again lighten the tickling. He was sure that he was going to die, but strangely, when they relented the tickling pace and his breath returned to normal, he was again fully alert and energetic as usual.

Before nightfall, the woman announced:

-Lord has made a banquet. Your laughter echoed through all the walls of the castle and we don’t want the guests get worry.

The thick, dark smoke crawled over Tom and started mummifying his big body from his head down, leaving a hole around his crotch where his rampant cock and jiggling balls sprouted up luxuriantly amid lush pubic hair. At the other end his bare huge feet remained exposed and at the claws’ mercy. The smoke also wrapped around his mouth. Tom screamed a muffled NO, until all that could be heard from him was:

-MMMMFFFH!!! MHMHMHMHPHMMHPH!!! MHMPHMMFMFMFMMM…!!!!!!!!

Over and over, Tom was tickled to death, except death never came. He was completely out of himself. He had become a mass of flesh, bones and nerves; no mind, no soul, no memories. Just these excruciating streams of ticklish madness running through his convulsing frame. This fire in his lungs spewed by his open-wide throat in form of uncontrollable laughter. And the urge of ejaculating was permanent. The claws never stopped their hellish task nor for a second… tickling his soles… tickling his soles… tickling his soles undyingly. The cocoon of his body jolted and squirmed riotously like a human earthquake.

Meanwhile the riches were eating and praising the king, not knowing their enemy was their host. Outside in the wood, the friends of Tom and his lovely wife were in search of him, but the only found on the ground were his malodorous shoes.  

Inside the dungeon of Lord’s castle, the good Tom ejaculated and ejaculated amidst gusts of inhuman laughter.