pygmy

so there i was, senior year in college..

i was in my apartment on the computer, working with three hot college girls. we were working on a senior paper. it was distracting trying to be productive and get anything done, but after all, i was the group leader. these girls were here because i was a nerd, not for anything else.

the apartment was warm, it was in late spring. one of the girls was wearing shoes, dressy kind of pumps. she stretched out on the couch and, using her legs, kicked her shoes off on the floor. *plunk* the other two had been wearing flip-flops but were now content to chill out barefoot.. i was in heaven. we had been working for about an hour when we decided to take a break.

that's when something funny happened. being horny and a bachelor, i had downloaded lots of foot porn images on my computer. my screensaver at the time was a random presentation of these images, activated after five minutes of inactivity. of course, i hadn't thought of that when our little break started. so, after five minutes, the image of the senior paper we had been working on turned into a nonstop barrage of hardcore fetish porn, and i was blissfully unaware. i had been busy watching teenage barefoot (o.k., one socked) toes curling and twitching, while trying to maintain enough eye contact to not be called out..

lol. lindsay said, "oo, look at that" and the other two girls looked at the screen. they laughed and admitted that their boyfriends downloaded dirty pics too.. it took them a moment to realize that all of the porn involved legs and feet. when they saw the common theme running through the presentation, they started asking questions about my (now very obvious) foot fetish.

one of the girls raised her leg up to my face, pointing her toes at my nose. and said, "do you think my feet are pretty?" i looked, and saw the most immaculate french-pedicured toes and high arches that i had ever seen.. i swallowed, and said, "yeah, those are great." she giggled, and lamented that her boyfriend never paid attention to the care she had given her feet. the other two girls immediately started inspecting their feet. "what about ours?" they demanded. i was like, holy shit.

i said, "look, the only way i can tell if your feet are sexy is to smell them. let me inspect them up close.. i am an expert"
the brunette peeled her socks off and the loveliest smell overcame my senses as a fragrant foot was placed directly in front of my face. i smelled the scent of pure perfection, it was like a perfect combination of college girl foot sweat and lotion; warm vanilla sugar. mmm. the other said, "well i would let you smell mine, but i'm embarrassed because i just got done with tennis practice before i came here. i'm probably stinky after wearing my trainers." i calmly (it was hard) said, "oh that won't bother me.. let me check it out." the sweet smell of girl sweat between those toes was like nectar of the gods. it was all i could do not to stuff her entire dainty foot in my mouth. at this point, the other two girls had begun to give each other foot massages. my boner was raging in my pants. i had been reduced to the level of a drooling fool.

"don't tell your sorority sisters about this", i begged. they laughed and lied through their teeth, "oh, we won't."

well, the paper got done, eventually.. and that was the whole thing. nothing ever came of the experience. not till after. these girls had told all their friends about my 'perversions'. instead of being a bad thing, the gossip paid off. weeks later, random girls would approach me on campus, asking my opinion on their shoes or polish.. flexing. i even met a future girlfriend from one of their friends, who got off on having her toes sucked as much as i liked kissing them. the end.

Tell me something profound.
everything; the entire universe, everything in it, every idea, every emotion you ever have known or felt, every expression you have heard, tasted, seen, touched, every dream. Anything and everything in the entire universe that you can think of, you carry with you inside your mind.


Tell me, is there anything you'd die for? What?
I hope that when I die (no I'm not fatalistic), it's not because of stupidity or randomness. That being said, I have risked my own life several times to prevent others from coming to harm. Yeah, everything is on the line, but it's not an absolute certainty,

I mean after a couple experiences in which I risked my life to save my brother, or the other times with a couple other people, after the fact, I realized that I could have gotten killed while intervening. I didn't regret doing it, in fact I reaffirmed my willingness to risk it all for them.

Being able to vocalize some oath that you'd give everything for someone or something, that's powerful stuff. That sort of thing has been abused throughout human history, it's also along the same lines as agape or unconditional love. Certain employments involve individuals risking their lives, but these risks are regulated, calculated, and reduced to ensure the safety of the people involved. I don't know that I could choose to risk my life in that kind of role, as it is the establishment's and not my decision in how I apply my life. Not everyone's moral heirarchy is determined by the society's norms.