 
Balletlover - Balletmania
written by Dep on 17.02. at 09:09:23 >>>Saturday Dea and I went to this self-helpy "celebration of love" thing (it was cooler than it sounds, not that it could be otherwise. Yes, Virginia, I am "at altitude." And that goes for you too, West Virginia.) Anyway, nobody told me that one of the things required of the attendees was shoelessness. So there I am, unlacing my boots, realizing that my choice of tightage (Ralph Lauren-black) was NOT going to pass the looks-enough-like-socks-to-be-inconspicuous test. Dea asks me if I'm OK with it, and I figure what the hey, it isn't like there's gonna be anybody there we see on a regular basis, so I stroll on in, shoeless and tighted. And then we're sitting crosslegged in a circle, and I'm finding it hard to keep my now GLARINGLY tighted feet out of view. And sure enough, I get a stare or two throughout the workshop. Dea and I leave early (either we were getting tired or horny, or both, I forget,) and high-tail it back to the house, where we had some fairly awesome tights-on-tights zex. Tan tights for the gal, black LBs for me. Dea finishes me off with her feet, and just as I'm about to c0me, she gets a call from a friend of hers on her cell, and talks to her while I'm squirting all over her pumping, nylon-clad toes. I almost passed out! Folks, get out there, be good to yourselves, get high, get horny, get love. It's out there-if a moax like Y.T. can get some, so can you. -Depon (In: Black LB Supers. Loving the size CD a lot more than the AB lately. Side effect of donut breakfasts, perhaps? Still reeling from: the sudden, unexpected appearance of Fran Drescher's opaque-sporting FEET on "The Nanny. She's putting on her shoe (slowly, but not slowly enough) to find it's full of shaving cream. She sqeals, pulls her foot back out of the shoe, and it's covered with white stuff. Pure entertainment, in other words...) Answers to this message: 
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