I used to think that a direct smooch on the toes in nylons was easy, but I've bacame a bit more reserved in my latter years. Today I need to warm up to the talent and the real touch to feel of any part of a lady, especially a place as intimate as her feet and toes.
Nurse GoodBody had a process, in the warming up phase. For about a week, she would just place her feet in my lap, and have me massage her tootsies. Once I got to touching her it was no problem kissing her toes. Look at all these pics:
With Nurse GoodBody it wasn't really a sexual stimulant it was a comedic bit that we did and it became a trademark. In fact to be honest we had rehearsed the bit and reworked it so much that I became tired of it, and didn't want to go home all the time with my lips and hands etc smelling like, well; feet. The publicity shot, did though increase awareness of the show for those of us who toew, and increased ratings so much we were billing $5k a month in ad revenue. The Knytes saw that money I didn't and would have if it hadn't been for the jerks at Gooding City's Post Office who just could seem to find the address of the studio office there. As such we got booted for no rent.
Today, I'm in charge of the money coming in and going out of the radio op, so bills get paid as well as wages.
Hopefully next time feet in lap , huh Sugar? Sugar was wearing this stuff I think they were some kind of spanx, ain't sure but they really were flattering.
Okay then, next order of business here.
There is a set of dogs that live across the street from the Rode House here. Except for really late at night when their inside their masters house, the damn things never hardly for very long shut up. Granted they're good door bells and all, but just about everything sets em off. There used to be a song called, " Who let the dogs out?" My question is simple, can't someone shut the dogs up?
Any mile I'm hitting the rack.
TTYLY
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