A day in the life of a woman with a million adjectives. For better or worse, I am the logical/inquisitive/generally calm/loyal to a fault/if you push me to the edge I promise your feelings will be more hurt than mine person in the group. I'm always ready to try new things, within reason. I love new ideas, and feel everyone needs to keep learning. I've been called many things: intelligent, sexy, silly, serious, mannish, frustrating, responsible, and unemotional. Everyday brings new experiences, and with each post I'll show one of my many sides.
Warnings: Smut, Switch!Erik, Professor Erik, Librarian Kink, Foot Fetish, Foot Mistress, Role Play, Foot Job
Why the feet?
It’s believed foot fetish guys enjoy the total submission of a nice cute or sexy pair of feet because, first, the feet represent the “lowest” part of a female yet have a very distinctive feminine quality. That feminine quality separates their feet from guys’ feet. They are the ones who have the smaller more dainty features, they wear toe nail polish, or nylons, heels, and so forth.
As stated, guys who are aroused by feet, are sexually excited by the submission they feel in themselves for being aroused in the first place. It’s also believed the proverbial “worship at someone’s feet” or “kneeling at someone’s feet” show that total submission as in the traditional “dominant vs. submissive” relationship. Subconsciously, guys that have a foot fetish, want to be dominated by a girl’s feet. They want to be close to them and will do anything they can to please them. This is why most foot guys love to “worship” a pair of cute feet. Using all their senses, whether its sight, smell, touch, taste, or even hearing heels clicking across a hard floor, they can’t help but relate that to their sexual impulses. This is why, It’s said that guys get really kinky when it comes to feet and some even go over the top…
You and Erik decided to spice up your typical Friday night and try out a new fast food restaurant that just opened down the street, Hot Wings or Die.
"(Y/N), are you sure this place is good? Why would you want to eat somewhere that has "Or Die" in the name?"
"Oh, is the nigga with the word “kill” in his nickname scared of some chicken? I looked this place up on Yelp and it has 5 stars." Erik looked at you with tight lips, he wanted to say a slick response but decided against it. "Yeah that's what I thought, now come on."
You dragged Erik into the restaurant and immediately your eyes started to water. Even though you loved spicy food and enjoyed the feeling of peppers burning your throat, your pride would never let you admit that coming into this restaurant might have been a bad idea. Erik noticed your sudden discomfort and a devilish smirk slid across his face. "You good over there ma? Your eyes watering up and we haven't even eaten yet."
You glared in Erik’s direction, doing your best to suck your tears back in. "Yeah I'm good Erik. Are you good my nigga?"
Erik nodded in response and started his journey to the register to order. "Aye, lemme get...um... Lemme get 40 of the hottest wings you got!" You were consumed with your phone as Erik placed the order but as soon as you heard this fool order the hottest wings on the menu your head shot up. "Also, make sure you add extra seasoning, my girl loves spicy shit."
You were fuming, you had previously discussed with Erik what wings he should order. "Erik what the fuck? I told you to order the spicy Hawaiian and the sweet jalapeño-"
Erik placed his hand up in the air cutting you off. "You said you liked spicy food, so I got you spicy food, you should be telling Daddy “thank you” instead of complaining."
You rolled your eyes and headed back to the car ignoring Erik’s pleas for you to come back and wait with him. 30 minutes passed before Erik came back to the car with two full bags of food, you eyed the bags suspiciously considering the order was for only 40 wings, but it looked like Erik had over 100. "You only ordered 40 wings, why do you have two big ass bags?"
Erik handed the food over to you and started up the car, "Well after the Princess made her grand exit, I ordered 10 of each wing on the menu."
You began searching through the bags confirming what he said to be true. "Thank you, Daddy."
Erik loved when you would be extra and snickered to himself as he drove back to your apartment. "You're welcome Princess and keep calling me Daddy like that... Imma fuck you after we eat."
You shifted in the passenger seat with excitement and reached over to stroke behind Erik’s ear causing him to shiver and clench the steering wheel harder. "I'll do my best to wait Daddy... But I'm already soaking wet." Erik said nothing as he pressed his foot harder on the gas and ran two red lights, you decided to take things further and placed the food down on the car floor mat. You reclined your seat back and shimmied out of your leggings, noticing that Erik was watching your every move through the corner of his eye. You turned up your teasing and dramatically threw your head against the headrest as you slipped a hand under your oversized sweater to stimulate your nipples and pulled your panties down, exposing your warm throbbing center to the cool A/C vehicle.
Erik was still watching you from the corner of his eye and biting his lip trying to contain his excitement and keep his erection at bay. "What are you doing over there Princess?"
You reached over to grab Erik’s right hand and pulled it off the steering wheel, placing it on top of your dripping oasis. "Show me how well your fingers can swim Daddy." Without hesitation Erik inserted two fingers into you, curling them up and brushing against your sweet spot. You were enjoying the moment, engulfed in the pleasure Erik was bringing to you until you felt a sudden burning sensation in your pussy that wasn’t from pleasure. "Erik...Erikk.... ERIK MOVE YOUR HAND!"
Erik stopped at a red light and looked at you like you lost your damn mind. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
As seconds passed you could feel the burning sensation intensity, as if someone was slowly cranking up the agonizing pain, the same way you would crank up the heat on a stove. "MY PUSSY IS ON FIRE!"
You saw Erik’s face go pale as he had a realization and looked at his hand that was coated in your love juice. "...oh shit."
You gripped Erik by the jaw and forced him to look at you once again. "Oh shit? Oh shit? What the fuck do you mean 'oh shit' Erik Stevens?!"
Erik started stuttering and you knew this couldn't be good. "W-when you left to sit in the car they offered me a sample platter of their hottest wings to taste and m-make sure I wanted 40 of them bitches... I washed my hands a-after I ate them... But I guess I still had some heat residue on them..."
Erik did his best to give you puppy dog eyes attempting to smooth over the situation, but you were too far gone with rage, you were so far gone that even Black Jesus himself wouldn't be able to calm you down. "YOU STUCK YOUR HOTSAUCE COATED FAT FINGERS INSIDE MY PUSSY?! BITCH I SHOULD KILL YOU AND YOUR TODDLER HANDS FOR THIS SHIT! TAKE ME TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU WATERHEAD ASS NIGGA."
Erik ignored your insults and made an illegal U-turn headed in the direction to the hospital as you searched around the two-seater looking for water to throw on your burning vagina. "Look at the bright side Princess, your pussy was already fire but now you got that inferno pussy."
You stopped your search and looked at Erik’s side profile while he laughed at his corny joke. You reached out and grabbed the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve in another lane and almost crash. Erik clenched his jaw and was about to pop off before you stopped him. "Keep making stupid jokes and I'll kill us BOTH! 'De strent of de blek pentah' can't protect you from me nigga. I would advise you to shut the fuck up and get me to the hospital FAST!"
Summary: Naeema Webster is a proud black owner of the cleaning company So-Neat. She’s hired by a boujee assistant that works for a mysterious rich man for her first big cleaning job. Her cryptic client is so pleased with Naeema’s work that he asks if she could be his full-time maid. Not wanting to miss out on the opportunity, Naeema decides to meet with this secretive client, unaware of exactly what she’s getting herself into.
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Deaysha
Trying his best to maintain a level head, Trevante tries to center himself by going into the bathroom. Between remembering his lines, meeting the cast, becoming acquainted with his co-star and love interest, having to also juggle this at the same time was not a pleasant experience. After a quick anxiety relieving breathing exercise, he immediately begins to feel a little better.
Entering the Reading Room for the table read, he smiles with niceties as he makes his way to his seat. Of course it would be no more than ten feet away from hers. Here we go.
“Hello Everyone! It is such a joy to see you all here ready to go on this amazing journey! My name is Deaysha Henry and it is my most prized honor, pleasure, and privilege to be the Captain of this ship and Director of our collective baby ‘Rags to Riches’. This room is full of such amazing talent and I promise to do all I can to guide us to a beautiful masterpiece. I am going to direct this now to my amazing screenwriter Ama and she will take us through the table read. As we read through the lines, we need full delivery to see if any adjustments need to be made. Now is also a time to adlib as well if that’s something you feel is needed. Minimally, unless you have a certain direction in mind for a character that’s a bit more, you can let either myself or Ama know. Thank you all!”
As furious as he was with her, Trevante couldn’t deny that he was still proud of her. Achieving dreams in such a way does not come everyday and for a Black Female Director. With a story she’s written being adapted as a movie, even more rare. Her graceful ass in that damn pink pantsuit finally took a seat as Ama began to speak. His thoughts and concentration able to resume once again.
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5 Years Ago
Homecoming weekend was never just any weekend. The most fun, wild, and all around crazy things took place on this weekend. Hella parties, undergrads mixing with the visiting alum, everybody drunk and/or high and having a good time. The biggest party by far was always at the Dells, an old mansion across town.
Currently posted on the wall, getting a good feel on a nice round ass of the latest girl who chose to come his way, Trevante was enjoying himself. Like clockwork, the second he spots Deaysha across the room, most details of time and space fall to the wayside.
Since officially meeting her a few months ago, he did some well needed reconnaissance. 21, a Junior, Arts and English double major, Painter, Writer, Dancer, sometimes has a camera in her hand, only dates older men, like four or five years older. Believes college aged men are boys in mindset and don’t have the funds or ability to treat her like the princess she is. Talking to some people, who know people, he gathered this collection of information. Seeing her either with her friends or mingling and flirting with alum, some things showed themselves to be true. Trying not to sweat it, he would act when an opportunity presented itself.
3:38 AM
For some reason or another, the sky decided to open up with a torrential downpour. With the building being so old, that meant water leaking from certain parts of the ceiling all throughout the party. If one thing could steal a buzz and sober people up, it was definitely that. The party quickly dissolved mainly with people running for cover, some with talks of after parties or relocations, most just going to their car and reconvening there.
High off a good ass blunt and veins filled with D’usse at this point, Trevante made sure the latest girl he was dancing with was good and headed to the car with one of his boys. Sitting in the backseat, waiting for about two more people, he drinks the last contents of his red solo cup, letting the ice roll around on his tongue.
“Yo, ain’t that your girl over there?” His main man Greg asks pointing to a car smoking to the left of them. Squinting in that direction, with the curve of that ass, it surely was her. Getting out of the car, he collects his bearings as he slowly walks over to her. The rain was still pouring but the look of Babygirl in those heels and stretched at the hood of her car, her ass just sitting, defying all types of gravity in them pants. Belly showing and if he wasn’t mistaken, it looked to be some pierced nipples poking through her top. The rain making everything stick to her body in such a way it was making his mouth water. Babygirl wasn’t shit to be played with and with God as his witness, he wanted all of her.
“Babygirl you good?” He asks placing a strategically placed hand on the small of her back as he comes up next to her.
“Hey Trevante,” she says with her million dollar smile as she hugs him. Definitely turnt, half drunk and with a contact high but still good. “I don’t know what’s going on with it but it won’t turn on. I called a stupid towing service and they said it’s storming, as if we’re not right here in the shit! Nigga pissed me off so I hung up. You know cars?” She asks, looking up at him, the substances running through him making him want to kiss them soft ass lips, off rip.
“A little. Let me see what I can do,” He says, motioning for her to get in the car as he takes a look at things.
“She need a jump?” Greg yells out the car, now the rest of the fellas with him.
“Nah, it’s more than that. Imma see what I can do and she’s waiting for a tow. Y’all go ahead, I’ll catch y’all later,” Trevante says. Greg nods and smiles before waiving goodbye to both of them and pulling off.
After trying a few different things for ten minutes, claps of thunder and lightning brighten up the sky.
“That’s enough! Close it up and get in! Hurry up!” Deaysha yells from the front seat, to which he obliges and gets in the passenger side.
“You could’ve went with your friends. My tow people are definitely rinky dink but they are coming,” she laughs as she hands him a towel to dry off some. “Good thing I did my laundry yesterday.” She smiles.
“You know I couldn’t leave you out here by yourself. Girl stop playing,” he says, waiving her off.
“Thank you, I appreciate it. Found this in the back, want some?” She says, taking a bottle of moscato from the back, drinking a swig and offering him some.
“Your girls left you?” He asks after actually thinking about it.
“They went home with their respective niggas,” she says with a smirk as she turns the heat up, Megan thee Stallion playing in the background.
“Damn that’s messed up. You didn’t want to go home with one too?” He asks, prying a little more.
“Nah, I had fun dancing but no one was of interest. A couple that were, turned out to be married pussy niggas trying to cheat on their wives and I’m not that girl. What about you? Them eyes red as hell, you ain’t wanna go make shit shake with anybody?” She asks, sitting back in the seat and pivoting to his direction.
“Ahh, as you say, no one was of particular interest,” he says, unable to contain his smile.
“So, Miss Deaysha, tell me something,” the silence thickening the more his eyes roam around her curves.
“Tell you what, Trevante? What you want to know?” She responds, holding her towel as if it were a blanket, cuddling it in her arms.
“I don’t know, something… What’s an of-interest nigga to you?”
“I don’t like to play games. Sometimes I just wanna fuck, sometimes I want cuddles, rarely I want more than that. In my experience, it takes a certain type of nigga to handle that and me. I expect full treatment of how I’m deserved. I spoil myself so I also expect niggas to spoil me. I wanna be a cute lil soft girl and way too many niggas around here are too judgmental.” She says matter of factly.
“That’s understandable. However… I heard you only date niggas that’s 25 and up. Business niggas and shit,” he says before taking a big few gulps of the wine as she laughs, surprised at his words.
“You heard? Who you hearing from? You out here asking about me, Trevante? You know, if you wanted to know something, you could just come straight to the source right? For clarification, that’s not wrong. I used to have a hard fast rule. Now, on occasion, I may make a few exceptions every now and then,” she says taking the bottle back, seductively taking a pop from the bottle while staring back at him, the wine trickling down her chin, rolling down to her breasts as she fills her mouth up a little too much. The thoughts coursing through his mind, filling those pretty lips being at the very least.
Taking the wine from her hand, slowly getting closer and closer, drinking the last of the bottle before deliberately slowly licking the spilled wine from her breasts, up her neck, stopping once he reached her lips.
“Tell me something Babygirl, is now an exception?”
Not a second passed before she was sucking on his bottom lip and climbing onto his lap. Devouring each other as they work in such synchronicity. Tongues swirling around one another as she unbuckles his pants. Reclining the chair as she takes him fully into her mouth, a smirk on her lips and in her eyes as she salivates and looks up at him. His dick tickling her gag reflex just enough until she comes back up and spits it all out, getting his dick drenched. Pulling her to the back seat, a mouthful of titty as he almost rips her pants off, her soft giggles making him growl in anticipation.
Cupping his face in her hands, she smiles before capturing his tongue in her mouth. Flipping them over, she mounts him and glides herself down on him, just enough to drive his ass crazy. Placing both hands on his chest, she rode his ass like it was no tomorrow. Watching in awe and holding onto her like a puppy dog, he was in pure Heaven. Time stops completely as they breathlessly cum in unison. Stretching while still on the dick, she leans down and whispers in his ear.
“Babyboy, don’t think we done. We just getting started,” she says as she licks up the side of his face before sliding down his body with a wide smile, gobbling up his dick yet again.
They fucked the night away and kept that car jumping till the sun came up, getting dressed in just the right time as the tow truck pulled up. Walking her to her dorm, stopping in front of her door, he kisses her yet again.
“I want to be up front with you. I don’t want a relationship right now. I had fun with you last night and I thank and appreciate you for staying with me, but that’s about it. Okay?” She says softly against his lips as he keeps bringing his lips to hers every time she tries to pull away. He nods his head yes as he deepens the kiss.
“Okay?” She insists further as she laughs and taps his chest.
Backing up with a sigh, he says, “Okay.”
“Thank you,” she says as she kisses his hand and caresses his cheek as he backs away, further down the hall.
“Call me!” He insists as he gets to the end of the hallway.
“Okay,” she says with her infamous smile before waiving and closing the door. It wasn’t until days later, he realized they never exchanged numbers.
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Present Day
“And CUT.”
Deaysha calls the scene to a close.
After the table read this morning, filming began just about after lunch with some of the beginning solo scenes for Indya’s character. Currently Trevante and Indya were filming a scene together, their characters going to a hotel after having a great time at a New Year’s Eve party. Flirtatious and charming Jay, Trevante’s character, aims to sweep Zaria, Indya’s character, off her feet. Seeming to be a non-consequential one night stand, Jay has ulterior motives. He woos women, sleeps with them and steals their money, leaving them with fond memories, sore pussies and empty wallets and assets in the morning. Extremely good at what he does, he’s managed to never get caught and never get caught up. That is until Zaria comes along.
Trevante stands at the edge of the dresser, aligned in center with the bed frame as Indya relaxes on a bench at the foot of the bed, her skirt riding up her thighs as she stretches back onto the bed. Trevante with the bulk of the dialogue for this scene until Deaysha calls cut.
As she approaches the set, his nerves heighten. Inner panic at his decision making in being here, forcing himself to not only see and interact with her but his very purpose to work with her in unison to bring the story to life. Disconnect in and of itself would not be welcome in this relationship if the actor and director were even strangers, nonetheless former angered lovers. Whatever he had with her personally was over but professionally, he couldn’t just fake it until he made it. He had to be ten toes in it with her or not at all. With that realization, he casts his nerves to the side.
“Everything was great you guys! Just a few edits. Trevante, I need you to relax your jaw,” Deaysha say as she stands beside him.
“From your jaw into your shoulders and even into your arms, you’re tense. It’s subtle for most to see, but with this conversation Jay and Zaria are having, we need you open, vulnerable, almost naked,” she says, touching the places she mentioned.
“Close your eyes,” she instructs, to which he wanted to protest, but he does anyway.
“Take a deep breath in ….. and out,” she says, standing behind him, tapping his shoulders indicating when to switch.
“Alright, one more, breathe in…feel it in the entirety of your body…hold…. And let it all out as if you’re pushing it out all the way down to your toes. Much better,” she says now standing between the two.
“For the next part of the scene, keep the same feeling. Jay is the cavalier guy, always in charge of what he does, gets in and out and gets what he wants, always in control, a tad too confident. But here he is in unfamiliar territory. He doesn’t quite know what’s happening. Something about this doesn’t feel like his usual transactions. Somewhere things got real, whether he wants to admit it or not. Zaria just being who she is, infiltrated his mask of security. He’s slowly losing control. He isn’t seeing as clearly as he usually would. For the first time, he wants the night to linger on just a bit longer. As he goes with the intentionality of fucking her, but winds up making love to her. When you look at her, see the love of your life. As much as the thought contradicts his entire existence, it’s his truth. Lean into his discomfort and tap into his reluctance as hard as you can and as you both disrobe, strip it all down piece by piece so that when they are naked, they truly are naked. He lies the facade of Jay down and is the man Jeremiah as he stands before her, in all of his glory. Build me up and tear me down, then tear her down,” she says with a smile and a wink to both of them after emoting all the feelings as both character as she just described. Applause rises from the crew as she returns back to her Director’s seat.
A/N: First fic of 2022 and it’s already met all of my expectations! One of which was to write longer pieces and this one is, so far, the longest piece I’ve written with a total of 10,079 words! So do or get whatever you need ‘cause you’ll be here for a bit but it’s worth it. Enjoy!
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“I’ll be the sun that shines so brightly
On the darker side of you
Throughout the night
I’ll be your guiding light
The star that’s watching you
~ Tevin Campbell “Dandelion”
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After packing things up in Venice, the couple headed to the airport to fly to their last and final destination. The flight from Venice, Italy to Cairo, Egypt allowed them six hours and twenty-five minutes to rest. Erik attempted to get some shut eye on the extensive flight but the swarming thoughts in his mind hindered him from doing so. He thought of everything that was to come. He bounced his left leg while he nibbled on his finger nails, which were short. He stared out of the first-class window, nothing but darkness in his view minus a few flickering lights from the cities they flew over. He tore his gaze from the outside to Egypt, who was settled in the seat next to him. She was actually curled up on his side, her head resting on his bicep. Her eyes were shut, her body moving up with each slow breath she took. Her braids were underneath her turquoise bonnet with a black scarf peeking out, protecting her edges. He examined her clear, smooth skin, plump and pink toned lips, and her pierced button nose.
All she felt was her legs being spread apart slowly. She didn’t think much of it since she was still mostly asleep. She attempted to settle back into her slumber but couldn’t when she felt a pair of thick lips kiss along the insides of her thighs. She knew what he was doing but wanted to give him the satisfaction of thinking he was waking her up.
Me: So if you scale up $1.60 to 2021 dollars that would be $11.94 and the current federal minimum wage is $7.25
Uncle: Bu-
Me: And it seems like from a quick google search the median rent in 1970 was $108 and today that would be $722 but this same chart tells me that the actual median rent in 2020 was $1,100.
Egypt’s presence always helped me go to sleep. Her presence made everything better for me overall.
It was dark, as usual, until I felt the feeling of being shot through space. A bright light shone and soon I was in a room. Specifically, a library. I immediately recognized this as the library in the Center. Yet, this was the library from when I was a kid. Since then it has had some renovations but the original design has a special place in my heart. I recognized almost every book on the shelf. In the center of the room was a small, child-like table and a person appeared to be sitting at one of the chairs with a book in their hands. As I walked further, I could see that it was a little girl. I guessed she sensed me approaching and looked up. I was stunned.
Hate to be political on this blog but we support native americans here and if you disagree just so you can have another holiday without caring what it means and caused then block me
Reblogging this because my entire life, all of my bows have looked like my shoelaces. Wrapping presents is going to be so much more aesthetically pleasing now
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