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Passion Power

Passion recently passed a milestone on her life. It wasn’t a stone or really a mile away but that’s what they call them. She had a big celebration surrounded by all who loved her and wanted to be closest to her on that special day. She was showered with love and affection and many gifts but still felt lacking. She curled up with a beer or two and some wine and champagne, later she would feel it without feeling any pain. She spent the night waltzing back and forth between the venues and finally stopped to watch the game a minute or two. Slowly she succumbed to the alcohol and lay back further and further until she was prone on the couch with her feet dangling off the end. In some worlds that’s agitating. In other worlds it goes unnoticed. In my world it turned into a show and a challenge. I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me as dangle after dangle drew my eyes like a magnet. I felt myself getting stiff with every second and wondered if anyone else knew what was going on. I wondered if even Passion could tell. The dance continued so I placed a blanket across my lap as if I was cold. That didn’t draw any attention so I slipped my hand down and felt just how hard my cock was. It was a struggle but I slipped it down my pants leg and freed it under the blanket. I thought how good it would feel to have a foot job with these lovely feet in front of me. I took another blanket and covered Passion’s feet and legs and immediately they shot over to my lap and began searching for the prize. They inched their way slowly up and down my leg causing me to grow stiffer. I reached under the cover and found the soles of her feet and then her toes, so alive and groping at everything. It was all I could do to hold in my excitement. As a precaution I added another blanket to disguise the mischief below. In the deep confines of all this camouflage, two entities were searching for their counterpart. The one looking to attack and the other waiting to be ambushed. The intensity picked up again. As Passion slid further down the couch her legs extended to her final destination. Her feet swept back and forth beneath the shorts and underwear to my nut sack, and lifted them as if spiking a football and letting them fall back under her toes. Over and over she thrashed and then pulled back to my cock and began trampling it under foot and then soothingly brushing up and down to an extreme point. I reached for her feet again and began rubbing softly over every inch to paint a mental picture in my head of the sneak attack I was experiencing. I was afraid I would cum right there and make a mess under the cover and all over me and her feet. The attack was beginning to subside as the alcohol had done its dirty work, rendering Passion into a deep sleep and my thrill to a swift end. I wondered how it would be if we were alone. I wondered if I would have my way with her or just strip her naked and take a million mental pictures of her beautiful sleeping body. Or could I awake her by gently licking her pussy and manipulating her clit to wake her to a moment of climax and gushing body fluids. When she awakened Passion arose and left the building as one ship passes another. She touched the back of my neck as she passed and a smile glimmered from her puckered lips as I watched her white ankles dance out the door. I sat there watching the game and waited for my monster to return to his cave. He would have to be satisfied on another adventure into Passion’s world. This night was finished like a bowl of corn flakes who had been milked into oblivion.

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