When they entered Nivor’s house in Atlanta, they were completely soaked. They had run the last stretch as fast as possible, and their heartbeats were now slowing down from the feat.

“As soon as we go up, we take a shower?” she asked.

“Do you want to take it at my place?”

“Lucky that some of my clothes are at your house.”

“That hole you call a house?”

“Well, after the shower, I could fall asleep on your chest,” she said affectionately.

“Actually, all afternoon I wanted to do something.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you upstairs.”

They climbed the stairs. Nivor’s place was hidden in a service corridor where not many people passed by. Some could be jealous of a residential unit for one person.

They arrived at the entrance without meeting anyone. Once there, Nivor kissed Dalen on the back of the head.

“You know I’m in love with you?” She blushed.

“Well, your hair is all messed up.”

“I think I should take another shampoo.”

Once inside, they both stood for a long time on the carpet, trying to drain all the water from their shoes.

The environment was very warm. Warm, welcoming, and with very little light. In the background, you could see the balcony and the lightning from the storm.

In the center, there was a wooden table with a green tablecloth.

There were two rooms on the sides. To the left, the kitchenette and the bedroom; to the right, the storage room and the bathroom.

He knew that place well. He went to the bathroom, took two towels, and they dried themselves off.

“Are you taking the shower first?” she asked.

“No way, Nivor. You could get sick.”

“I’m one meter eighty-two tall and I weigh 80 kg. My body can afford to be a little damp.”

Dalen sighed. “You’ll find everything ready in the bathroom. Clothes, linen, a bathrobe, everything. Even a shampoo for colored hair, imagine that.”

“Thank you.”

Just before she locked herself in the bathroom, Nivor saw her take her bra off (she had to dry herself). His chest emerged, broad, sturdy, and flat, all in one piece, with proud shoulders, swollen muscles, and wide arm bones.

“I like you, Niv,” she said smiling.

Having spoken those words, Nivor had just finished taking off his other sock. He had never noticed it before, but the combination of Nivor’s feet, ankles, calves, and strong thighs…well, it made him so beautiful. Especially considering he was only 23.

“I’m glad about that,” he said.

He walked barefoot towards her, producing a rumble in the structure.

“I love you,” they kissed each other. This time, a full kiss on the lips, then Dalen closed the bathroom door.

It lasted only a few minutes before she came out of the shower curtain. She dried herself with the towel provided for her and then got dressed.

The underwear Nivor had chosen for her was the high-quality blue ones he had. Same thing for the socks, and as for the pyjamas, she had only brought a pink heart set from him.

The care Nivor had for her, she thought. It was such that he chose the best clothes. It was rare, she reflected, to find a guy who cared so much for another person.

She put on the pyjama without any particular problem, but the bra…well, it was difficult to hook it from behind.

“Hey, Nivor?”

He was lying on the couch behind the door. He was in his underwear and barefoot, with a towel on his chest. His feet were big, beautiful and strong.

He was reading some political articles on the microcomputer.

He turned to look at her, the time to focus and he was already by her side.

“Do you mind?” she asked, holding the two ends of her bra in her hands.

It took him a few seconds to understand the nature of that request, then seeing Dalen holding the two ends of her bra, he naturally joined the three hooks.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Lucky I’m not a girl. I couldn’t stand this kind of thing.” Dalen had in the meantime gone back to put on the top of her pyjama.


“What did you do in there? It took you forever,” he said, raising his voice. She sighed inside her pajamas.

“You must have had a long check-up with God to spend half an hour in the bathroom,” she smiled. Nivor also smiled at her and, while she was turned away, gave her a weak and affectionate kick with his foot.

Then she knelt down, just in front of the backrest of the couch, moistened her lips with her tongue, while Nivor’s head was on the opposite side. “Do what you’re thinking of doing,” he whispered in a deep and sensual voice.

Dalen approached her boyfriend’s foot with her face, first resting her moist lips on it, then giving it a slow kiss. She moved away from his foot only a few inches and stuck out her tongue. “Open your mouth,” he said authoritatively, pushing his foot towards her face, pressing it.

First gently and accurately, Nivor directed the big toe towards Dalen’s mouth, making it enter, then began pushing the foot deeper into Dalen’s mouth, moving it slowly back and forth. “Do you like it when I put my feet in your mouth?” he said.

Without disconnecting her tongue, Dalen nodded. “Mh hmm,” she said.

Nivor stretched with a sigh, pushing his foot even further into Dalen’s mouth. She concentrated on his foot, licking it with her tongue and sucking it sensually with her lips. “Tell me you desire me,” he said.

“I want you,” she replied.

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“Then say it.”

“What should I say?” she asked, holding the boy’s foot in her hand.

“Say that you’re my whore.”

“I’m your whore,” she said, slowly and hypnotically. She was about to add something else, but he stopped her, ordering her to continue with his feet.

Dalen obeyed, continuing to lick and kiss her boyfriend’s feet in an increasingly erotic way, while Nivor enjoyed the pleasure of sexual and verbal submission from Dalen. “You’re so good with your tongue,” he said with a pleasant moan, pushing his foot further into Dalen’s mouth. She responded with another slow kiss on his foot before sucking it again with her lips.

“Do you like it when I order you to do perverse things, you slut?” Nivor whispered with a hoarse voice. He had raised his arms and put his hands behind his head. “Yes, I like it,” Dalen replied.

At some point, Nivor took control definitively and began moving his feet deeper and deeper into Dalen’s mouth, making it go quickly in and out. With that forced presence, Dalen’s mouth began making sensual sounds like “gag…gag…gag…”. Soon, her face turned red and a long stream of saliva began flowing from her mouth. Finally, with a strong push, Nivor pushed his foot into Dalen’s mouth as far as he could, keeping it there for several seconds.

“Don’t you dare flinch,” he said harshly.

“Mooo” “Mmmmmhh” she said, with her mouth blocked by his foot. The girl felt like she was suffocating and had the reflex of rejection, but after a while, Nivor suddenly took his foot back, allowing her to breathe fresh air and taste it again.

“Dalen,” he said. “Tell me the truth. You like it when I behave like this, don’t you?” While catching her breath, Dalen nodded vaguely.

“Do you want my foot?” he said. Once again, Dalen nodded.

“Then say it.”

“I want your foot in my mouth,” she said flatly.

Nivor seemed offended. “You’re missing something, whore.”

“Please, put your foot in my mouth. Please,” she begged.

Nivor grinned sinisterly. Then she put her foot back in Dalen’s mouth. In the meantime, he raised both hands and put them behind his head, becoming Dalen’s pillow. He raised his head, closed his eyes, and smiled. “I’m a fucking alpha male,” he said happily and with some satisfaction.

Then he looked at Dalen with disdain. “You just keep licking, bitch.”