Have you ever had your toe(s) sucked?

I don't believe so.....

Have you been watching "Six Feet Under" by any chance?

(blush)
'Tis a weekend I shall cherish forever.
Now if you will excuse me, I must take a very very cold shower.

Uhmmm...Uhhh...No...Uhhh...YUCK!

No worse than other things one might put in one's mouth.
However, a good scrubbing prior to...ahhh...is recommended.

So...ahh...Wicksy...exactly what prompted you to create this survey...hmmmmmmmm?

Yes, once. That was the last time I ever got into bed with him! I remember it as a queasy sort of feeling.

I love toe sucking! Especially while on X in a hottub!

Once. I didn't like it. It tickled too much.

And it tickled!

Nope,I have a feeling that I'm missing something tho.Am I????

Oh yeah, lots of times. I find that a tongue licking that spot between my big toe and the one next to it whilst those two toes are being sucked is kind of ... interesting...I recently dated a woman whom I suspect had a wee foot fetish. She wasn't hard-core about it, and she seemed to enjoy giving more than receiving...Something very submissive about that...I had also experienced this years ago with another woman. Not much though.

Yep!

I understand your comment about submissive.

The woman who introduced me to it was aggressively experimental and wanted nothing more that to inflict upon me the most pleasure I could possibly stand.

I had to overcome my male "being in control" behavior to allow her to fulfill her fantasies including the toe sucking thingee. Trusting one's partner completely is sometimes difficult.

But I submitted, reciprocated, submitted, reciprocated...all in all it was a very intense sexual experience. And the emotional bond established between us was as equally intense.

Whew, I think I need another cold shower.

I thought of it when in New York at a restaurant with Jkiehart amongst others!

I'm sure you had a delightful visit.
(not sure he really wants to know the entire range of subjects from that conversation!)

First time to New York?

Yes, it was. That was why I went. I liked it a lot, gave it a 9/10.

Too expensive though!

Glad to hear you had a good time. What all did you do?

No.. and even though I have very cute feet.. I don't want anyone to put their mouth on my toes.

That is the first thing I thought also... I love that show.

yummmmm......

*screams and runs away*

Sounds like you were having fun! I can't say I've ever had a problem with the "male being in control behavior" thing. I invariably wind up with fairly aggressive women. By that I mean more of a physical control rather than the more subtle types of control women tend to exercise. I've always tended to "turn the tables" in my relationships, sort of a "gender role reversal". In my youth, I found it amusing to exhibit this publicly. For example, the expression on old ladies' faces when you sit in your girlfriend's lap at the bus stop is priceless. Of course, that was 20 years ago. People might be more open minded these days. I don't know.

*chasing mandy* Hey, come back here! You'll love it...really!!

ok...but be gentle.......

Yes, once. That was all it took, I'm too ticklish to have my toes sucked. Hysterical giggles tend to spoil the mood.

I enjoy having my toes more than I enjoy toe sucking... especially on X in the hot tub...

That sounds better than a white towel mud mask. Why who does that? Show me.

I'm writing to Jkie. Maybe I can at least experience some second tale.

I'm writing to Jkie. Maybe I can at least experience some second hand tale. I'm such a grandmother.

yes my ex was into really weird things and he had an abseion with feet!!

This can be VERY erotic if done correctly and at the right moments...

LOL If I tried to sit in my wife's lap these days, she would immediately throw me on the floor. Not for lack of affection, but for an excess of behind.

Yeah. My girl does it sometimes

No, but I wouldn't mind it.

HELLLL-OOOO Oscar.

NANNERMUFFIN, dearest, ticklishness is the key.
BTW: I hear Alex Balwin is a toe sucker...

I recall my wife waking me up with a back massage. I arched into the air when I finally realized she was massaging my back with ice. Another young beaty did that to me when I was paraylzed with a slipped disc. I thought she was a fantastic sadist, but it just now occurs to me she might have been trying to help numb the swelling.

(numb the swelling)
I won't go there...

Oh good, you are awake.

(yawning)
Barely. How ya been ?

Fast living. I didn't sleep. I dreamed of www.were-already-.com. In which people spiritually owned and controlled the anguish inflicted upon them by microsoft, instead of giving him the power. I've noticed how insidious they are. Not only does it shut down ICQ, it tells me a minute later logging back onto the net that I can't connect to 'that' computer (the ISP server). Of course if I pull open MS messenger, I can have my connection back. and then I read their email in which they know 'exactly' what products I need at the moment, and send me to an article on how to weathar hurricanes . aimed at your sunny california house. Funny, I've gone through hell trying to get rid of my dial-up 2nd erroneous e-connection. They could have rubbed it in with a '&$+...'. I keep disconnecting their money management software. They keep reconnecting it. Control all human communication and you can..

Shades of the "President's Analyst" (James Coburn 1970'ish)

when are you coming over to my corner?

Can you summarize? I'd help the pres if I could. I tried once and had a black copter escort for two days. This last week my tap water came in looking like alka-seltzer leaving distinct clouds in the surrounding air. I then get an unlikely email suggesting investing in anti-arsenic-gardia water tech, and hear plenty of news stories that day on everything from nations that intentionally poisot their own drinking water to bacteria modified to turn sand into concrete. {almost exactly what I had warned against before later suggesting some nano-fusion energy techniques.}
So what's in this book?

(sits down cozily next to the charming Ms. Oscar)
So, tell me, dearest, what would you like to chat about?
(gives her his best smile)

Book, no. It was a comic film about the President's analyst and how everyone (friend and foe) was trying to kidnap the analyst to tap is brain about what the President was thinking/feeling.

The end of the film the real enemy turns out to be the phone company, who is "controling all human communication that it can". You phrase triggered my memory. Now-a-days, it ain't the phone company, it's Bill Gates!

*sophisticated*
Well, Sir Brian...tell me a bit about yourself.

What's to tell?

You already know I am a short, fat (actually I've been working out and now the adjective "solid" is more appropriate), middle-aged white man with a Brazilian wife, three small children and a lecherous sense of humor, currently living in exile in South America.

Gee, ain't that just a peachy life style.

(offering her a tidbit of previously unknown gossip)

I once got temporarily wedged between two rocks in a cave while spelunking in West Virginia, which is why I am now more of a "wide open spaces" kinda guy.

(if you would be so kind as to leave the front door open...)

oooh, now I know something more about you. How tall are you? How fat is fat?

I love spelunking. I know what you mean though. I recall being behind a guy that nearly got stuck in a passage on the way back up. Every room was different; We had one room that was all rope descent. One passage was called the 'cork screw'; If you started on your back, you would arrive on your belly.

Ooooh, Really? Running out to get a pedicure NOW.

You mean how "short" am I, don't you?
5' 6 1/2"

I'll keep my weight too myself, thank you very much, but my waist is finally back down to 36", four more inches to go!

You probably need it.
BTW: hair salon or vet?

I was okay with spelunking up until that incident. There was a divergence in the cave. Being adventuresome at the time, I went right, while the others went left 'cause supposedly the two joined up ahead.

The passage I was in kept getting lower and lower. I went from walking to crawling, when I sudden got wedged between the roof and floor by my backpack. (Yes, I now know it was stupid not to have taken off the backpack before crawling on my belly.)

I could not go forward or backward. By luck there was a small crack in the rock between the two passages (about 50 feet between the two) where I could see the lights of the others shining. I yelled and luckily the sound passed through the crack to them.

They backtracked and came and got me. They had to cut my backpack off and yank it out of the way before I could get free. (Something I could not do in my position.)

It only lasted about fifteen minutes, but man, oh man, was I nervous and scared for those fifteen minutes. The world kept getting smaller and smaller.

End of spelunking career!

Would you prefer that or hanging from a weed root on a crumbling cliff a few hundred feet above a highway (and your friends don't carry ropes)?

dang! I'm only 1/2" shorter than you, but I bet I weigh more...

Young and stupid, we didn't.

Well, at least we see eye to eye on that!

?? It was the people around me who pulled stunts like that. As a kid we jumped off roofs and travelled from tree to tree; somehow my inspirational friend always got broken bones out of it.

Hair salon. Same place I have my toe hair styled. Ever had one of those bad toe hair days?

Once, didn't do that much for me, just felt wet and icky.

Why the frown, dear one? 'Tis nice to look you in the eyes.

Can't say that I have. The hair tends to rub off when I am chewing my toenails.

Damn, sure wish I had that talent. I'd save a fortune in pedicures. Sounds like you may some contortionists in your family tree. Gonna call ya Bendy-Brian from now on.

Hmm..if I were an able contortionist, I probably would have never married. >

How you been lately, dear one? Your comments in the surveys seem to be pretty upbeat. I hope this is an indicator that all is well in your life. (A big hug...just because it's Monday.)

Much less ever left the house! Come to think of it, (no pun intended) neither would I.

Hmmm...since neither of us are contortionists...perhaps we should get together for a "nibble"?

Well, since you're watching your waistline you may find I'm one of those no-no's your diet book mentions. Your bathroom scale will thank you if you don't indulge in such a high calorie snack! Here, have some nice low-cal veggie hors d’ oeuvres!

Just what the doctor ordered...darn him!

At least you listened to yours. If I'd listened to mine I wouldn't be high calorie.

More NANNER and less MUFFIN, heh?

I'm doing good. How are you lately? *hug*

No (not yet, at least...)

I'm busier than a cat with nine kittens and eight nipples.
Can't converse too much today, but thought I would say "Happy Tuesday".

Yeah - Happy Tuesday...if you can call it that.

I'm still trying to picture the cat with 9 kittens and 8 nipples.

Hmmm...so I deduce you weren't raised on a farm?

no, but I've had a cat with kittens before

And...?

Yes, I've had my toes sucked and it felt great. It tickled somewhat, but I still enjoyed it. We are all different in what pleases us and I think that's great.

waaaaaaaaaa
I'm so confused!!

No, but I've sucked somebody else's!

Ahh, Hoist by my own petard!

Easy for you to say.

No, but I have sucked toes...