Tasteless [OPEN]

Like a docile child, Lily obeys his instructions without a word of protest, wrapping her feet in the warm, wet cloths and trying not to think about his comments regarding her pretty feet. He wouldn’t be the first with a foot fetish, but it would be the biggest surprise if it turned out to be true. Now it’s her turn to scoff. “Really? A man with your face wants to stay unrecognizable? I don’t believe it.” The scoff turns into a bit of cheeky laughter. “I suspect you are more of a faux gentleman with a nefarious scheme brewing…” And they’re all going to fall for it, she refrains from saying, lest this virtual stranger who has been nothing but kind to her in this moment, take offense. He doesn’t seem like the type to take offense, but you can’t be too careful sometimes. “Lily,” she replies with a smile, “thank you. And likewise.” She attempts to wiggle her toes and manages to make a few of them move beneath the cloth. Progress! Painful progress, that is. “Though on second thought, last time was far more pleasurable. Orgasms beat this any day.” lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin