Hello. My name is Dasha and I... No, not so fast.
Hello, my name is Dasha and I would like to introduce myself. I'm 26, fairly slim, size 3, single. It seems kind, good, I love my friends, girlfriends, and they love me. What else is important to know? Oh, and also the fact that I recently discovered my “dark side”, my alter ego, which turned out to be the complete opposite of the me that I considered myself to be.
It started like most incredible stories - spontaneously and unexpectedly. I have a best friend, Tanya. Blonde beauty, well-groomed and slim. Damn, always envied her figure. We met her already in the first year of linguistics, since then not a day has passed that we did not quarrel with her, but that's why she is the BEST friend. For several years now, she and her boyfriend have been renting an apartment, and I often visit them to chat, drink tea or something stronger. Tanya somehow got on with her personal life, she knows how to tame, but I’ve been missing for more than a couple of months, either it’s boring, or I don’t know ... And I more than compensate for this boredom on her boyfriend Dima, than I force Tatyanka sometimes just glowing with anger. But for fun, for fun, I sit closer to him, let him take care of me and pretend that I'm interested in his stories from work. I can't imagine why Tanyusha is so furious, it's not my fault that he likes me. Yes, and I will not take the guy away from my best friend, even if she is a little stupid, beloved fool.
Tanya wrote to me quite late, around eight or nine in the evening, when I had just got out of the bath and was about to go to bed little by little. “Aren't you sleeping? Come mb? Boring". At first I wanted to send her away. Couldn't write before, fool? But she wasn't the only one who was bored, so I decided to leave the swearing for later and quickly grabbed the hair dryer. It took about thirty minutes to assemble. Personal record!
I was with Tanya at about ten. Dima met me: so happy, joyful, he always greets me so warmly when Tanya is not around. Already at home, I took off my shoes and put my sneakers in the closet, while Dimochka helped me take off and hang up my sand coat. Never miss an opportunity to touch me. Wow, Tanya doesn't see! And while she was in the shower. Through the sound of water, she yelled: “Dashka? Wait in the kitchen!" Dima, like a true gentleman, led me to the kitchen, as if it was my first time in this apartment, kindly offered to sit on the sofa and took out a bottle of wine from their locker. From such determination, I was a little stunned: usually he mumbled something indistinctly under his breath, and when his passion was sitting next to him, he was generally silent. But we still decided not to open the wine until Tanya arrived, she wouldn’t understand it yet, she would devour the poor fellow.
Perhaps you need to move away from the story a bit and talk about Dima. He is, of course, a nice and good guy, but they usually say about such people: "Sugary-sweet." He is too helpful and spineless, constantly trying to please, without showing any character, and he is simply boring. It's fun to flirt with him, to watch how he tries not to give out his feelings and emotions, but that's all that's fun with him. But Tanya, she has always been a domineering girl, which is probably why they got along. Opposites attract, if according to Freud and all that.
Time has already passed in order, but the water in the shower did not subside. And now a friend is not afraid to leave such a bitch next to her boy? And the boy, by the way, was already pissing me off with his dull stories and vulgar looks. I already wanted to take a shower myself to wash off his gaze. Yes, we have never been alone for so long, so poor Dima is completely exhausted, trying to find common topics for conversation. Dima, laughing absurdly after each sentence, evoked in me only feelings of regret for his wretchedness. A little. In such situations, thanks to the era of high technology, the iPhone comes to the rescue. Paying no attention to the “interesting” interlocutor, I, buried in the phone, comfortably lay down on the couch, making it clear that sometimes it is useful to be silent. Now he furtively glanced at my legs... Tanya, come!
Tired of the endless updating of the Instagram feed and flipping the iPhone menu back and forth, I wanted to nail this Tanya! Another friend is called. She left me here with this, and you know what the hell she's doing in her bathtub. Zadolbala! But then Tanya came, and all the anger disappeared in an instant, I was so glad to see her. All at home and with her hair still damp, she made it clear with a look how ashamed she was. Still would. Dima opened a bottle of red for us, took a cake out of the fridge, and the evening finally began. Topics for conversation were one after another, and even Dima told something really interesting, and not the nonsense that he was talking half an hour ago. Although, perhaps this is just a miracle effect from a few glasses of wine.
Tanya's phone rang. Both Dima and I sighed with displeasure and rolled our eyes, because it was Tanya's mother who called and they will talk for a long time. Tanya angrily apologized and ran to talk to the room, otherwise her mother would find out what her daughter was doing here in the evenings. There are no words. Dima remained on me again, and this angered me more than anything. “I swear, if you continue to rape me with your gaze, I will kill you. No, I will tell Tanya everything, and she will do it with all grace. Dima seemed to read my thoughts and was silent, burying his eyes in a glass of unfinished wine, as if he was trying to see something there. And so, after five minutes I got bored. When he was stupid and looked ridiculous, I was having fun, but now I'm bored.
Tipsy, I decided to play with Dima and turned on the bitch mode: supposedly accidentally dropping the phone on the floor with a cry, I made my lips into a bow and asked Dima to pick it up, saying that I lay down comfortably on the couch and can’t reach it. It seemed to me that I had never seen Dima so joyful, never, even when they had just started dating Tanya, he was not so happy. Dima immediately darted under the table on all fours, felt for the phone and handed it to me, but somehow he was in no hurry to get up. Dima looked at me like a dog who just brought a ball in his teeth and is waiting to be thrown back. But I didn’t want to throw the iPhone at all, it would still break, but to continue my games with Dima - on the contrary. Dima, with all his miserable appearance, made it clear that he was a spineless henpecked man and that it was not worth pitying him, but he didn’t really want to. When you're slightly tipsy lying on the couch with a glass of wine, and someone's boyfriend is kneeling next to you, it's very turns on. There is no doubt that this turned Dima on too.
I don’t know what I was thinking then, but casting aside all doubts, I brought my foot to his face and stuffed it into his mouth. Rolling out his eyes in fright, Dima humbly held my leg in his mouth, but then relaxed slightly and lightly began to bite my fingers. However, he wasn't the only one worried. If this seemed to me a mocking joke, then Dima definitely did not think so. Seeing how he kisses my leg and closes his eyes in pleasure, losing control of himself, I was scared. I was frightened toli by him, by Tanya, who could return at any second and see THIS. Quickly pulling my leg away from him, I pressed myself to the other edge of the sofa away from this abnormal. Dima looked as if the devil had been cast out of him: his eyes became normal again, and his face became guilty. He mumbled something like “Sorry” under his breath and sat down in his chair and looked guiltily at the floor. I won't joke like that anymore, no thanks.
Slightly taking a breath, I began to sober up and come to my senses. My whole white sock was soaked through with the saliva of this moron. Damn moron! What if Tanya suspects something? Oh no, she wouldn't think of that. I was so angry at this idiot that I wanted to wipe my foot on him, but he would only be pleased! “That's stupid. And what went through my head?" But still, to see a strange guy on his knees in front of you kissing your feet, this is ... oh God ...
Tanya literally burst into the kitchen. She was always too impulsive after talking with her mother, everything is difficult for them there. Having immediately finished the rest of the wine in a glass, Tanya threw it on the table with a characteristic ringing, asking Dima to pour more. All the following time, Tanya complained about her "serious" problems, but neither I nor Dima seemed to hear her. We just drank glass after glass, as if trying to forget what had just happened. The evening was spoiled, well, or it just didn’t go according to a given vector, so I quickly began to get ready, trying not to respond to Tanya’s indignation and her proposal to stay longer. Under the dissatisfied clatter of my friend and the guiltily-happily-sad (I don’t know what to call it) eyes of Dima, I escaped from their clutches of hospitality. Dima, of course, helped me get dressed. Thank you for not volunteering to help tie your shoelaces. In parting, embracing Tanya, I ran into a taxi.
Do I need to say that I didn’t get a good night’s sleep all night? At first I wanted to just get it out of my head, to convince myself that it was just a joke, that I just got a little tipsy and nothing like that happened, but it was useless - he was kneeling in front of me and kissing my feet, no BUT. And after all, you won’t turn to anyone for advice, and it’s somehow even embarrassing to google here. But still. It turned out that there is such a sexual attraction to women's feet - a foot fetish. For the sake of this, the guys are ready for anything at all, if only they were allowed to kiss their feet. No, of course I knew that the guys are ready for the impossible for the sake of sex, but in order to kiss someone's feet, this is already in no framework. I was ashamed and disgusted to read about it: about how guys voluntarily humiliate themselves, kneel before some arrogant girls, crawl on the floor at someone's feet, lick the soles of their feet, how they pitifully look at the floor ... So , stop! I didn’t even notice then how I spent an hour or even more looking at pictures of these humiliations on the Internet. After all, if you think about it, it wasn’t me who was under Dima’s feet, why should I strain then? And what girl does not dream of men crawling in front of her on their knees? Pitiful such, with sad eyes, with all their appearance begging for humiliation. Haha. And I will meet Dima again, I will definitely meet. Only without Tanya, she does not need to know this at all.