I was today years old when sex made my sneakers wet. And boy was I slightly pissed because I had not pre-treated my shoes. I wondered would it leave pieces of the suede in clumps. You know when you spill something on a couch and to the visible eye it is clean but hard to touch. I kind of knew I would be giving it up though. I intentionally wore a dress with no panties but I never thought I would wet my sneakers.
Corey like all men thought it was sexy but I didn’t. He said each time you wear those shoes you will think about today. He also said the stains left on the shoes will remind him of our time together. Don’t get me wrong, it was amazing and slightly unexpected. But to wet my sneakers was new. It was so good that I did not mind all the bending and creasing on my sneakers that was going on. Just think being on the tips of your toes and being powerless. Corey had full control and being on my tippy toes helped me feel a bit of the ground under me but let it be known that he was in control.
Remember, I had so much mouth and slick lines when we met. But now, I had nothing to say! He had stripped me down mentally and physically (except my sneakers). When I say he stripped me down mentally, he had taken away all the slick words that I spewed at him. He had taken away my tough exterior and I was completely vulnerable. He made me feel special and delicate, just like my grail.
