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foot sites and human rights...
Bare feet and foot jobs join the sex parade
with dicks and blowjobs, all in festive gear.
Orgasms marvel at the progress made
by footsy folk around the world and here.
Foot fetish sites
are pioneers defending human rights.
Just yesterday I hung my head in shame
if someone even hinted I was gay.
But brave new foot sites to the rescue came
with pics and posts that told me I'm OK.
Barefoot and free,
I march for rights, for love, for you, for me...
Last edited by ftlaudft; 01-14-2017 at 05:05 PM.
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Originally Posted by ftlaudft
Such wise and important words, especially nowadays!
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Thank you, Footlover28! You have always been so positive and supportive! We march for truth and human rights in so many different ways here. A post, a photo, can be a way of marching in support of our community. I'm so glad we have a place here where we can do it. Especially with some of the things going on nowadays.
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summer camp romance: a simple but sophisticated love story...
I met him on a mattress. What a hunk!
His feet were bare. I suffered from foot hunger.
I hesitated to disturb his junk.
But he was hot. I wasn't getting younger.
I pressed my face against his feet and cuddled,
shocking myself at my aggressive style.
The hunk awakened, seemed a bit befuddled,
but quickly gave a broad and friendly smile.
He gave my cheeks a long erotic rub,
using the soles of his amazing feet.
Much later in a hot communal tub
fellatio paid him back. Now, ain't that sweet?
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gave me another woody baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Good for you, Stu! And here's another to keep the party going...
escapade...
He lay there on the couch in see-thru clothes,
much like a Persian prince of old might wear.
I sat upon the floor close to his toes.
The heavy minutes passed. We didn't care.
Night bells had rung,
but he was barefoot and our hearts were young.
Lightly I rubbed his soles. He seemed to feel
intimate pleasure from the friendly touch.
Homoerotic licks from toe to heel
increased the mood by little and by much.
Night bells had rung,
but he was barefoot and our hearts were young...
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first timers...
When I was young, just twenty-one or -two,
a friend of mine and I got down and dirty.
We didn't know what you're supposed to do
when private parts get big and hard and squirty.
His feet were bare.
I put them in my mouth and started there.
He shared with me the secrets of his feet.
Caught in the magic of the mellow mood,
we merged into each other's body heat,
played with those parts that make a dude a dude.
We sucked and jerked.
Our love techniques were crude. Somehow they worked...
Last edited by ftlaudft; 01-20-2017 at 05:28 AM.
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im having another HARD ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thanks for your reaction, Stu! And another...
dream...
I travel to the moon and he is there,
enveloped in a cloud of light and mist.
His shirt is open and his feet are bare.
His virgin toes are waiting to be kissed.
It seems so right,
this ecstasy of feet that fills the night...
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wrinkles of the soul: love and art remembered...
The wrinkles of the soul are poems unread,
music and words of love no longer heard.
The wrinkles are the harmonies that said
those things for which no language has a word.
Bright angels spreading love from star to star
enter the temple with their feet unshod
to praise all works of art for what they are:
the soul of beauty and the breath of God.
Forgotten love, lost music and lost art
continue in the universal song
as virgin dreams in every restless heart
until the perfect lover comes along.
Barefoot and passionate, the lover sings
and dances on the ceiling of the soul.
He values human love above all things
and scatters sunshine when the church bells toll...
Last edited by ftlaudft; 01-31-2017 at 04:03 PM.
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