While most of my TO peers were all getting ready to go to the book launch party on “How to be Kinkier” at Revival Club, I had opt to staying in my pet to watch both of our hockey games (he adores only Montreal Canadiens and me, always a Canuck). It only made sense to stay in as we had an early drive to Ottawa to see his family for double Easter dinners. Sometimes I can’t be at all parties and we got to pick and choose which will work out the most in reality.
When I got to his place, he takes off my John Fluvog boots and kisses my feet. The hockey game was already on in the man cave. I knew our evening will be consumed by hockey especially if the Canuck’s were playing right after Canadiens are done with their game. Immediately, sat my ass down on the Lazy Boy couch as he prepares my sushi plate(late dinner) and glass of wine. The spread was beautifully laid out and ready and he immediately drops his knees to the ground, ready to lick and suck my toes. Yes, even though it was his game on TV, he can never have enough of my toes. Always polished and never to disappoint. Apparently, my feet doesn’t stink either especially if I have been on my feet all day in my boots and have been in them for already 10 hours. The way pet sucks on my toes is so hot, it sends signals to the rest of my body. If you have never had your toes sucked on, you should try!
I watched the Vancouver Canuck’s game mostly by myself, pet got tired and I warned him that I will be taking advantage of him after the game is over. Meaning, I am not done with you yet whether you like it or not. Believe me, it was not as fun watching the game without my Vancouver friends and watching it late 10PM to 1AM.