Hello Officer

I wish... I WISH I could say I met this cop because I flirted my way out of a ticket. Alas, I have Tinder to thank. However, I'll probably take some creative liberty when I eventually write an erotic novel and make some bad joke about getting cuffed and put in the back seat for a different form of "going downtown."

If you follow my blog, you'll remember in my post "Confessions of a Savage" that I had some of the worst sexual experiences in Texas, but that I did have one FABULOUS encounter there with a guy originally from New York. As promised... this is his story:

"Oh yes please," I found myself saying aloud as I swiped right. "You are CUTE." I went through his profile: tall, built, and brown; my type. He had a handsome face too. Don't currently recall his bio, but at the time it could have said anything from "I like warm hugs" to "Open bobs," and I wouldn't have cared. He was THAT kind of attractive.

After we matched, the conversation got interesting when he told me he was into feet.

Yes, you read that correctly; feet. Of all things this DELICIOUS looking man had a kink for, it had to be feet! I emphasize this because I am self-conscious about my Sasquatch feet. In fact, others have compared them to flippers! Plus, I live in Vegas… with all the cross dressers. I have to fight for shoes with them and those bitches take all the cute ones!

However, here was the odd thing: he was INTO big feet. After I told him my shoe size, he responded with, “Oh my god that is so hot!”

“Seriously?!” I thought. “This guy can’t be real.”

We agreed to meet after he got off work one evening. When he arrived, I looked at the area he had parked in and spotted a black, Dodge Challenger.

“Okay officer! I see you.”

I walked up to the passenger side and opened the door.

Then he turned out to be a serial killer and I died. The end.

Just kidding, I’ve been wanting to insert that sentence into one of my posts for a while! 😂

When I got in the car, he had the heater on full blast. Not that he needed it; the guy was just as hot as his pictures. SCORE! He was much more laid back than I anticipated and kept looking at me with a sideways glance. I could tell it was one of those looks he was used to giving women and having them melt all over him. We talked for a little while and decided to get together later.

We were both working nights, so we went to his place; the stereotypical 'Netflix and chill.' As we sat down to watch The Dragon Prince, I took my coat and boots off to reveal a short, green, polyester dress with a zipper that went down from the nape of my neck to the middle of my chest, paired with black leggings.

“I like the way you dress,” he commented.

That has turned out to be my wintertime 'get laid' outfit, by the way.

“Thank you,” I replied.

We cuddled up on the couch and talked a little about the show with his arm around me. With the way I was positioned; my back against his side, he was able to bury his face in my hair. As he breathed in deep, he pulled me closer. He started running his hand down my arm and along my thigh. I rested against him to enjoy the feeling of being caressed, before he turned my face around and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his five o’clock shadow, up his neck, and into his hair as we made out. He turned me around to face him and laid me onto the couch, lips still locked.

I don’t remember which was first to come off: his shirt or my dress. However, I remember the view. Not just out his living room floor to ceiling window; which he never closed the curtain to; the exhibitionist, but the view of the man himself. This man worked HARD for his body. Not only was he chiseled mochalicious, but he waxed. He was smooth skin from the neck down… yeah, ALL OF IT. I ran my fingers along his abs to find that his skin was soft.

“God, I want to eat your body!” was all I could think as I took him in with my eyes.

The rest of our clothes came off and he was already hard. He slipped a condom on and when I let him sink into me, we both exhaled in pleasure. He began thrusting while I curled my fingers around the cushions beneath me. I felt relieved and ecstatic that he felt so good. After some time in that position, he took my ankle in his hand and brought my foot up to his face. The way he looked at it mirrored that of a man seeing large breasts in tiny, black lace lingerie. Then he licked the soul of my foot, starting from the ball and up to my toes.

“Oh… uh… okay! I don’t know how I feel about this!”

I giggled to myself, both from the situation and the fact that it tickled a little.😆

“Wow! He wasn’t joking! Okay!”

Then he started sucking on my toes.

“Aaahhhhh!!! Hahahaha!!! Oh God!”

I think I may have covered my face a little while I laughed… like I’m doing right now. I CANNOT look back on that night without the image of this beautiful man riding me… and skinning my feet with his tongue.

It must have been such a turn on for him, because then he flipped me over, onto my stomach, and started humping me hard and deep. My face sunk into the cushions with a sigh.

“Oh God YES.”

He picked up some speed and my whole body tensed to take his drive. I closed my vaginal walls around his penis to have him feel the tight space and heard him sigh. My whole body was curled around one of his seat cushions; nails digging into the fabric, muscles flexed, and face buried with muffled moans. I felt him cum, heard the jagged intake of breath and his humping slow to a stop.

I was breathing heavy into the cushion, with my vagina throbbing. He slowly withdrew himself from me and I could feel my insides protest that it was over. I turned onto my side to watch him walk to his kitchen.

“Ha! Oh my God,” I smiled WIDE.

Walking away from me was a perfect tan line of a speedo. 🤭 I gawked for a minute; God the man had a lovely physique. Seeing his ass three shades lighter from the rest of him honestly took nothing away from the effect. If anything, it just put a comedic spin on an already funny foot fetish.

As he walked back towards me, I saw that he was still fully erect.

“Are you still hard?!” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” he responded simply.

“Does that mean you can go again?” I hoped.

He smiled.

“Yeah,” he said, crawling back onto the couch.

Ahh… THANK YOU OFFICER FOR YOUR SERVICE.