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Hmm…what does this prompt say to you? What’s this couple’s story?
Note her expression, his lips grazing her ankle, and the cigarette.
Who are they? Is she a dominatrix? Or is he in control? Who’s trickin’ who? Are they strangers giving in to lust, lovers keeping it fresh, or that tentative first time together?
Maybe she just twisted her ankle. 
Poor girl.
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Jenn, this is a classic “he said, she said” dilema.
She said: “If you want those NCAA basketball tickets, you’ve got to kiss me from head to toe.” He started low.
He said: “Are you sure you dropped your contact lens on your foot?”
She said: “The next game’s not ’til tomorrow. Take your time.”
He said: “You’d better hold the cigarette. I see something I want … a little higher up.”
LOL. Bribery. I like it. Especially since she’s holding the cards, or tickets, in this case.
Thanks, Jeff. I’m always curious what you’ll come up with.
Well, I think this should be obvious.
She has just been bitten by a cottonmouth snake. He is sucking out the poison and as soon he has it all, he’s going to burn the wound closed with his cigarette.
HAHAHA! Love it!
Jody, you have such an imagination, if not a bit of sadomasochism. You naughty girl!
He wanted to “spice things up” and bought her those shoes. After spending the evening dancing the Tango her feet hurt so much that he had to kiss them and make it better.
Awwww. I like that. He looks like an able-bodied Tango dancer, too.
Thanks for playing along, Susan!
Well, Jenn, my first impulse was to go with a scene which begins with whipped cream … but I decided it might be too hot for your audience.
Jeff! Shame on you. My readers EXPECT whipped cream. And a little chocolate doesn’t hurt, either.
Jenn,
I believe he is thinking “Just a few more minutes and she will be powerless. I will be able to have my way with her. I’ll offer her a puff of my cigarette then I can grab my shoes and run. Though, I do have to admit they look better on her.
LOVE IT, Deanne! HAHAHA! The visual you just gave me is priceless.
“Really Beauregard, is this the best you can do?”
“Forgive me, my luscious Gem of Indulgent Illustrious Elegance, my lips are a bit chapped from the weather.”
“I loathe incompetence. But since you’re down there, be a good boy and blow on my toes. The room is ice.”
“Of course, dear Heart of my Hearts, the mother of my future children, and the wondrous supplier of all things Marlboro.”
“Thank you, Beauregard.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure, O Inifinite Goddess.”
Now that’s what I’m talking about. I need to get me an obedient, sexy Beauregard. LOL!
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Sorry I’m late, but my computer was in the shop for ten days and I just got it back.
What’s going on here is pretty obvious to me. He’s a foot fetishist. And she’s playing along, letting him get his thrills because there’s a part of him she’s fascinated by.
His mind, of course.
Yeah, his mind. That’s what I’m fascinated by, too. LOL! Nah…when it comes to Hump Day Kick Starts, I’m too shallow. HAHAHAHA!
Mary Anne,
It was well worth the wait.
ROFL
They are Tango dancers, he is helping her warm her injured ankle so they can dance.
Haha. Someday I’ll marry a man who does this when I twist my ankle
I’d be happy if my DH would kiss my ankle for no apparent reason.
Thanks, Chantel