I’m pretty sure my girl and I aren’t the only people in the world with sensitive tootsies. Toe-sucking is quite simply AMAZING, and my personal enjoyment certainly came into play when I wrote the newest story in the Wedding Heat collection, Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit.
This is the story of Farrah and Lane’s sweet and sensual reunion. As you may recall from other stories in the collection, Farrah is male-to-female transsexual. She hasn’t seen Lane since she was a teenaged boy, and boy oh boy things have changed since then!
The sensual aspect of Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit focuses on feet, shoes, toes, as well as the relationship between our feet and our bodies as a whole. Kind of perfect for Farrah, who has been objectified and used by so many men that she isn’t comfortable sharing her body with Lane just yet.
But Lane’s got secrets of his own, and the poor guy’s afraid Farrah will take off if she finds out.
Farrah fell in love with Lane a long time ago. He was a family friend, a little older. She was a teenager—and a boy, back then. When she confessed her love to Lane, he disappeared from the family’s life.
Since those days of teenaged angst, Farrah has come to identify as a woman. Her transition is well underway when she arrives at her niece Maggie’s wedding weekend. Though the family’s all there, the last person Farrah expects to see is Lane—a little older, more dashing than ever.
The love she felt for him in her youth surges to the fore, and she knows this is the man she’ll build a life with. But will Lane’s secrets drive Farrah away for good?
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, shoe fetish, and orgasmic toe-sucking.
And here’s a little EXCERPT. They walk into the woods and climb up to a very glamorous bird hide:
There was so much lust between them it was filling this bird hide like steam in a shower stall.
She took a step away from him, even though she really wanted to move closer. Astonishingly, there was a Persian rug across the floor, a lovely little table, some chairs, a velvet ottoman, even what seemed like a futon draped with a satin coverlet. Above their heads was a glowing light fixture at the centre of the ceiling. Extending out from the fixture to the four corners, a shimmering fabric gave this hideaway the feel of a little palace. Luxury in the wilderness.
“They must expect people to get naughty in a place like this,” Farrah said. She didn’t actually process the words until they were out of her mouth, but once she heard them her whole body went stiff. “Oh, I didn’t mean us. I didn’t mean…”
“You didn’t?” Lane stepped onto the Persian rug, brushing his fingers down her forearms. Even through the fabric of her dress, she could feel his fingertips, feel their heat and their want. “Really? Because I… I’ve thought about you quite a lot over the years, especially since your mother told me you were living as a woman. There was something I saw in you back then. I didn’t know what it was, although it didn’t matter because you were a teenager and I was…”
“Only seven years older,” Farrah said. There were some things you never forgot. “When I was sixteen, you were twenty-three. The gap must have seemed so significant to you. Not to me. I loved you then. I love you now.” She didn’t even hesitate before telling him.
“After so many years?” he asked, squeezing her hands. “You don’t know me anymore.”
“You don’t know me at all,” she responded. “But don’t you feel the same way? Don’t you feel like everything in life has been building to this moment?”
Farrah could see in the blaze of his eyes that the answer was yes.
Pulling her close, Lane kissed her until her whole body felt wrapped in his warmth and desire and lust. She whirled with emotion, with want, as his hot tongue played against hers. It felt so wonderful to have something of his inside something of hers, and she only wished she could have more.
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