One of my unicorn dreams is to have a house boy again. Back when I was single and on Xtube all the time, I met a guy who liked to cross dress. He would come over to my house every Sunday morning and do my dishes, along with whatever chores I needed him to take care of. After an hour of that, he would kneel down in front of me and clean my feet with his tongue.
We had a really great arrangement until I added someone else into the mix. He wanted to try cock sucking, I knew a guy that wanted his dick sucked by a cross-dressing man…the three of us got together and then the two of them bugged out.
Sometimes the fantasy inside your head is way better than actual reality. It’s totally fine, that’s how things go sometimes.
“Perpetually.”
That’s always my answer to that question.
Who wouldn’t want a filthy pervert doing their dishes and mopping their kitchen floors?
He is heavy into humiliation and feet. I can handled both kinks, though I’ll admit that I’m much more into feet than I am into making fun of people. My wife is REALLY good at humiliation play…I am REALLY good at having my toes sucked. Before we jump the guy into actual household service though, I needed to meet the guy and vet him.
Last Sunday, I skipped out on my writing and headed into town to grab some coffee with him. It’s winter in Jersey, but I wore a pair of open-toe sandals so that he was able to peep out the goods while we were sipping on lattes. He seemed to appreciate the gesture and accidentally-on-purpose got down on the floor to fix the wobbly table we were sitting at.
I’m going to completely admit a character flaw, my Peepz.
I like making my fantasies come true and there have been very few times in my life where I was cool with NOT making my fantasies reality. That’s a flaw because, again, sometimes the way that you imagine something playing out in your head doesn’t always coincide with the way that it is actually going to happen.
Before our meeting, I told the guy about my public toe sucking fantasy. I wanted him in my Fiat in a parking garage. When no one was around, I wanted him to pull my shoes off my feet, take off my stockings and suck on my toes as if he was making love to them.
I made all of that stuff happen…and then…suddenly the air changed and the guy was no longer comfortable with doing anything kinky in public. Reality vs. Fantasy started clashing in his head and he was suddenly very nervous and not OK.
We stopped dead in our tracks. My hand went from gripping on his back to slowly stroking his hair to calm him down. He didn’t want to play anymore and that was totally fine.
I’m not sure if this guy is going to end up being an incredibly awesome kinky friend or someone that I met one time for coffee, but I had a blast while it lasted. It’s been so long since I’ve been on a “date,” (that is not what this was, but I think it’s the easiest way to describe the attraction) in a very long time and I totally forgot how overwhelming I can be in situations where there is attraction involved.
Slow and steady wins the race…sometimes I’m not in the mood to win though.
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