Hello to all my sweeties,

Our trip to Norman OK was noteworthy for three things. One, it was not only a lot cooler than San Antonio, but it RAINED!!!...all over us at Owen Field,

Two: The Sooners beat the Huskies (Washington U.)...Yay! Boomer Soonerrrrrr!

Three: I met a foot fetishist..."Yay"...sort of.

After the game we went to a favorite spot for celebrations and then moseyed back to OKC and our hotel. A lot of fans of both OU and UW were staying there and we mingled with both. Everyone got along famously regardless of their particular loyalties.

Rather late in the evening I was feeling in need of a shower so I went to my room and took a nice hot one. I dressed in shorts, no bra, OU tee-shirt, and fancy flip-flops and went down the hall to a room where a batch of fans were either enjoying the win or mourning the defeat...equal amounts of booze for all!

I was chatting amiably with another girl, a recent UW grad, when I noticed an older man sneaking glances at my little footsies...Hmmmm, thought I.

I admit that I was attracted to the girl I was talking with, and had entertained the thought of finding out if she might be seduced into some "Ladies Only" fun and games in my room, but I found myself becoming very interested in this man's ill-concealed fascination with my feet.

Well, to shorten this up a bit (I need to head to the office) I'll cut to the chase.

In order to disengage from the other girl, I told her I needed to go make a call and would be back in a few. As I passed the guy I mentioned I gave him a little smile and slipped a foot free of the flop. I put my toes on the coffee table in front of him and pretended to lightly scratch my ankle. I thought he was going to have a cow on the spot!

As I turned to leave I asked "Will you walk me to my room?". He got up quickly and said "Of course, little girl." (Little Girl?, OK, when you near the 30-something you take all the compliments you can get!)

I won't bore you with details but let's just say that before I could return to the party I had to sit on the edge of the tub and have him wash my feet. Seems there was some sort of slippery stuff, such as comes out of a guy's thingie when he reaches a certain level of excitation, all over them. He was one happy camper. As for me, well, I liked it too. Then again, my feet have always been erogenous zones. That's why I pamper them!

BTW, he was the first intact male to get close since BigGuy and his bride left Texas. He's about 50, distinguished-looking, lives in Dallas, has a BIG thingie (impressive, though I never touched it.)and I think he has lotsa $$$...Hmmmmmm.

Love to all,

Yolanda AKA Yoli the Deranged

Just an innocent girl in San Antonio

Hi all,

Yoli here with a follow-up of sorts.

I called the number the man in the original post had left on the dresser in my hotel room. Surprise! His assistant answered and, after I identified myself, put me right through.

We chatted and finally he asked if he could come to SA, get a nice room overlooking the RiverWalk, and "do some nice things with me" and that he'd been thinking about my feet AND boobs.

I told him (you are going to love this) that it was a great idea, but that we'd have to have some fun based on MY favorite sexual kink (See: Castration). When he asked what that was I told him. For some reason the line went dead.

Darn!

I was hoping to see his balls close-up and personal (He only pulled his peepee out as he "adored" [his word, not mine] my feet in my hotel room in Dallas.) If his balls match his peepee...wow!

Oh well. There will be others.

G'night all.

Love, etc.

Yoli

A Threat To Society In General (according to Ash[leigh])