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Chapter 1

I was shaken from my trance.

*quot;Lick that come from my toes.*quot; Diana's voice had edge.

I had just shot a rather large load onto the oak floor of the bedroom and was basking in the afterglow of my release. She'd found my eyes with hers. Her eyes were dark. My heart clutched, just a little, and, I took notice of it.

*quot;I wonder what Matthews feels like?*quot; Diana stepped in it. She lifted from the floor ever so slightly on the balls of her feet. It squished between her toes.

*quot;Don't look down there, Matthew, look at me. You're going to clean that up. That much protein is not good for wood, Matt. And there is a lot of protein down there, isn't there, Matthew?*quot; She'd never quite made a production of my name as she seemed to be striving to do this evening.

I smiled.

She did not return the smile.

Diana had alerted me over dinner earlier that she would be spicing things up a bit in the bedroom. I gave the alert short shrift. I was scanning the TV Guide for later. *quot;Matt?*quot;

*quot;Sure, baby. I can't wait.*quot; Yep, there it was, back-to-back 3 Stooges at midnight . We'd be done by then. *quot;Can't wait, D.*quot;

Now as she looked impassively down at me I tried to recall exactly what she'd said over dinner. Something about female dominance and cream pies. That she'd been doing some Internet surfing and the word, her word surfaced 'determined.' She looked determined now. She didn't look like Diana. My Diana. No.

Diana was 5' 2*quot; a bit over 100 lbs. Her thighs and calves perfection. Diana kept a tan and she never, ever failed to turn heads. Her bottom was round and proud---her breasts adorably small and pert. Her jet black hair had lit my heart the first time I laid eyes on her, and tonight, she donned a corset that was equally as black.

Diana was out of my league. I knew that. I'd never deluded myself otherwise.

Diana's feet are size 6 1/2. She loves wearing strappy sandals and peep toes. She was wearing such footwear when I met her the prior summer. Her arches and delicately manicured toes had mesmerized me that afternoon. And she'd caught me. Diana was a sharpshooter.

*quot;See something you like?*quot; I was at once unraveled.

Her friend swooped in quickly. *quot;He was staring at your feet. I think he likes you, Di.*quot; Her voice shrill. I broke out in a thin sheen of perspiration.

I brazened it out. *quot;As a matter a fact I do see something I really like.*quot;

She paused her gait, the girl with the jet black hair stopped time in that instant. *quot;Okay.*quot; Her voice hinted at impatience. The clocks would restart any second.

Her friend blended off into the background.

It was just the girl and me. 'Do it, Matt, it's her.' I implored myself.

*quot;I think you have the most gorgeous legs I have ever seen.*quot;

There was noise from her friend, but, it was incoherent now and mattered not.

*quot;You and a dozen other guys here.*quot; She squared her shoulders to me. Her voice had not re-started the clocks. *quot;And you're different. Why. Why would you be any different from the dozen?*quot; Time threatened to restart.

'Yeah, Matt, why?' I challenged myself. Clarity came to me then. From where I've never been able to pinpoint.

*quot;I'd make sure you were taken care and made to feel good each time we were together.*quot;

Her friend was silenced forever.

*quot;What, what did you say to me?*quot; She came close then, her face near to mine. Her breath warm and sweet. And I thought I'd known and loved her even before that summer day.

Clarity held. *quot;The way your mouth would open as your crisis arrived. Your breath would come in small gasps. Your muscles would tense. And I will take care of you.*quot;

She searched my eyes then. And my soul beneath them. Time held. 'Be still.' I warned myself.

She touched my cheek then ever so gently with her finger tips. *quot;My name is Diana.*quot; She whispered---into my life.

And time was again.

Chapter 2

My baser instincts though in the intervening months had begun to tax our relationship. Clarity for most guys, me included is a fleeting thing. I'd been reckless and careless. I knew that.

Tonight though, Diana was trying to tell me something. She was talking to me. Only to me. I closed the TV Guide in my mind and I remembered the girl of last summer. She was still here. Only the boy from that summer had drifted away.

*quot;Clean it up, Matthew. Now.*quot;

*quot;I'll need bahçelievler escort bayan some tissue, D.*quot;

*quot;No. Uh, uh. You're going to clean that up with your tongue.*quot; She was playing in it with her toes.

*quot;You're looking down again, Matthew. Look at me.*quot;

*quot;I don't know, Diana. I, I, I,...*quot;

*quot;I do know, Matthew. On your knees.*quot;

I sat there. I didn't know what to do.

*quot;I'm losing patience, Matthew. Either get on your knees now, or, you can go watch television for all I care.*quot;

She's seen me with that Guide. 'Well, of course she'd seen you. You were sitting across the table from her an hour ago.' I berated myself.

I went down to my knees at her feet. Though I remembered to keep eye contact with her.

*quot;Go ahead. Both of us, Matthew. We both know you want to.*quot; Her eyes were different. Better. I wanted to spend the rest of my life in those eyes.

*quot;You'll start with my right foot. Pick it up and lick it clean. Nobody, Matthew. Absolutely nobody will ever find out what you're going to do tonight.*quot;

I couldn't move.

*quot;I'm not a patient girl, Matthew. You know this. I won't pick it up for you. You have to do that yourself, Matt. Time, Matthew. Time is running out.*quot;

I leaned forward and took her right foot into my mouth engulfing her toes at once. My essence had grown cold on that wooden floor. It was sticky now. I was surprised by the taste of my goodness. I cleansed each part of her foot, finishing along the bottom with deep strokes of my tongue.

*quot;That will do, Matthew.*quot; Instead of placing her clean foot once again upon the floor she rested it on my left shoulder. Her foot smooth