Gay Feet Worship Novels & Stories

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

He observed their communication isn't loud and it seems they are whispering to themselves. " Where is the newbie?.” The leader of the group asked so quietly. As they pointed their hand at him to step forward. “You are welcome to the gay club of the Montessori boarding school. This is where you will build your self esteem, gain public relevance and develop every hidden potential in you. In this hood we love ourselves and look out for the good of each other.” He said as everyone nodded their heads in agreement. “What?. Gay club. Oh no. Not again. I will never be a gay like my father. My mother will kill me”. He spoke to himself quietly at first but never knew when he voiced it out with shiveri

But he will be. “Worship it,” he said. My mouth opened but nothing came out. He reached down and gripped my hair yanking over my face the sweaty overhang of his gut. “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me you want to worship it.” My lips trembled. My pride shattered like glass. “I… I want to worship you,” I whispered. “What do you want to worship?” “Your belly,” I choked. “Louder.” “Your belly.” “And?”

I’m suddenly delirious and in complete agony, as sweat droplets form against my forehead, I’m shaking as the pain hits me wave after wave. Suddenly a vision hits me like the white heat searing my veins, and it’s of Groban and Laya together, he’s hugging her tightly and whispering something into her ear before pulling away and smiling softly at her. He places his hand over her small bump, she’s pregnant that much is certain. He lifts his hand to her and she does the same, I gasp as I narrow in on their hands, they both have the Gaia symbols against their palms. They suddenly place their palms together and energy so magnificent explodes them both, it’s so powerful that I nearly forget to breat

Khloe was still the center of attention the one to tame the anger of the goddess ,the fact he had said something blasphemous about the goddess just a fortnight ago made him nervous, he wondered in his mind if the goddess still held grudges and would strike him down right their in their midst. Wyatt stared around now at the dance that had devolved into something else,it had never happened this way before he would later hear . People dancing barefooted , people dancing around fires in a ritualistic way , people dancing in a way that raised a certain awareness down their spine and then silence all of a sudden. Everything ,stopped like it had started . The drums playing softly again ,the peo

Kai slips his index finger against my hips and twists the underwear, pulling it off me. “Lie back down, goddess. It’s time for worship.”

Not submission. Just us. A different kind of worship.