Hey. My name is Dasha and I ... No, not so fast.

Hi, my name is Dasha and I want to tell about myself. I am 26, pretty slim, 3rd size, single. It seems good, good, I love my friends, friends, and they love me. What else is important to know? And, well, the fact that I recently discovered my “dark side”, my alter-ego, which turned out to be the complete opposite of the one I considered myself to be.

It began 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 got acquainted with her as early as the first linguistic course, since then there has not been a single day that we didn’t quarrel with her, but that’s what she and BEST girlfriend is. For several years now, she has been renting an apartment with a boyfriend, and I often visit them for a chat, have some tea or something stronger. With Tanya’s personal life, it somehow went wrong, she can tame, but I don’t have enough for more than a couple of months, toli are boring, I don’t know roofing felts ... And I’m more than compensating for this boredom on her boyfriend Dima sometimes just burning with anger. But I'm a joke, a joke, I sit closer to him, I allow him to care for me and pretend that I am interested in his stories from work. I can’t imagine why Tanya is so furious, but it’s not my fault that he likes me. Yes, and I will not take the guy from her best friend, let her and a little bit of a fool, my 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 going to gradually go to bed. "Do not sleep? Come mb? It's boring. At first I wanted to send her away. Previously could not write, you fool? But it was not only her that was boring, so I decided to leave the scolding for later and quickly grabbed the hair dryer. On the charges took about thirty minutes. Personal best!

I already had about ten in Tanya. Dima met me: so pleased, joyful, he always welcomes me so warmly when Tanya is not around. Already at home, I took off my shoes and put the sneakers in the closet, and in the meantime Dima helped me to take off and hang up a sandy raincoat. Never miss the opportunity to touch me. Wow, Tanya does not see! And while she was in the shower. Through the sound of water, she yelled: “Dasha? Wait in the kitchen! ” Dima, as a true gentleman, took me to the kitchen, as if for the first time in this apartment, kindly offered to sit on the sofa and took out a bottle of wine from their locker. I was a bit stunned by such decisiveness: he usually mumbled something indistinctly under his breath, and when his passion sat next to me, he was completely silent. But we still decided not to open the wine before the arrival of Tanya, still not so understand, eat the poor man.

Perhaps you need a little step back from the story and talk about Dima. The guy is, of course, nice and not bad, but they usually say about these: “Sweet and sweet”. He is too helpful and spineless, constantly trying to please, without showing any character, and he is just boring. It’s fun to flirt with him for nothing, to watch him try not to give out his feelings and emotions, but that’s all that’s fun with him. But Tanya, she was always a powerful girl, so, probably, they agreed. Opposites attract, if according to Freud and all that.

Time has already passed in order, but the water in the shower has not abated. And is not she afraid of a friend leaving such a bitch next to her boy? And the boy, by the way, was already rather rude for me with his dull stories and vulgar looks. I myself already wanted to take a shower in order to wash off his views. Yes, we have never been alone so long, so poor Dima completely exhausted, trying to find common topics for conversation. Dima, ridiculously laughing after every sentence he said, caused me only regret for his wretchedness. Little. In such situations, thanks to the era of high technology, iPhone rescues.Without paying any attention to the “interesting” interlocutor, having buried myself in the telephone, I comfortably settled on the couch, making it clear that it was sometimes useful to keep silent. Now he peeked on my legs ... Tanya, come!

Tired of the infinite update of the tape in instagram and turning the iPhone menu back and forth, I wanted to nail this Tanya! Another friend is called. She left me here with this, and the hell herself understand what she is doing there in her bath. Zadolbala! But then Tanya came, and all the anger disappeared in a flash, so glad I was to see her. All in the home and with still wet hair, she glance made it clear how ashamed she was. Still would. Dima opened a bottle of red for us, took a cake from 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 carrying an hour ago. Although, perhaps, it is just a miracle effect from a few glasses of wine.

Tanya's phone rang. Both I and Dima sighed with displeasure and rolled their eyes, because Tanya's mother called and they would be talking for a long time. Tanya apologized exasperatedly and ran to talk to the room, and then her mom would find out what her daughter was doing in the evenings. No words. Dima stayed on me again, and it angered more than anything else in the world. “I swear, if you continue and continue to rape me with your eyes, I will kill you. No, I will tell everything to Tanya, and she will do it with all grace. ” Dima seemed to read my thoughts and was silent, his eyes buried in a glass of unfinished wine, as if he was trying to see something there. And so, after five minutes I was bored. When he was stupid and looked ridiculous, I had fun, and now it's boring.

Drunken, I decided to play with Dima and turned on the bitch mode: allegedly accidentally dropping the phone on the floor with a cry, I made the lips a bow and asked Dima to pick it up, saying it was convenient to lay down on the couch and did not reach out. It seemed to me that I had never seen Dimka so joyful, never, even when they had just started dating Tanya, he was not so happy. Dima on all fours instantly darted under the table, groped the phone and handed it to me, but somehow did not hurry to get up. Dima looked at me like a little dog who only brought a ball in his mouth and waits for him to be thrown back. But I didn’t want to throw an iPhone at all, it would still break, but to continue my games over Dima - on the contrary. Dima, with all his miserable air, made it clear that he was a spineless henpecked and that he shouldn’t feel sorry for him, and he didn’t really want to. When you're slightly drunk lying on the couch with a glass of wine, and next to you on the knees is someone's boyfriend, it really gets. There is no doubt - Dima is also the plant.

I do not know what I was thinking then, but throwing off all doubts, I put my leg up to his face and stuffed it into his mouth. Dima humbly kept my foot in his mouth, rolling his eyes out of fright, but then he relaxed a little and lightly began to bite my fingers. However, he was not the only one who was worried. If it seemed to me a mocking joke, then Dima did not think so. Seeing how he kissed my foot and closes my eyes from pleasure, losing control of myself, I was scared. I was afraid of his toli, toli Tanya, who could return at any second and see it. Quickly pulling his leg from him, I pressed against the other edge of the sofa away from this abnormal. Dima looked as if the Devil had been expelled from him: his eyes became normal again and his face was guilty. Mumbling something like “Sorry,” he sat down on his chair and looked guiltily at the floor. I will not joke like that anymore, no thanks.

Having taken a deep breath, I began to sober up and come to my senses. All my white sock was wet through with the saliva of this moron. Fucking dork! And if Tanya suspects something? Oh, no, it does not come to her head. I was so angry with this idiot that I wanted to wipe my foot on him, but that would only be nice for him! “That's a fool. And what got me into my head? ” But still, to see someone else's feet kissing on your knees in front of you is ... oh God ...

Tanya literally burst into the kitchen.She was always too impulsive after talking with her mother, it is difficult for them to have everything there. After finishing the rest of the wine in the glass, Tanya threw him on the table with a characteristic ring, asking Dima to pour more. All subsequent time, Tanya complained about her "serious" problems, but neither I nor Dima, it seems, did not hear her. We just drank glass by glass, as if trying to forget what had just happened. The evening was spoiled, well, or simply did not go according to a given vector, so I quickly began to get together, trying not to react to Tanya’s outrage and her proposal to stay longer. Under the disgruntled clatter of a friend and guilty-happy-sad (I don't know how to call it) Dima's eyes, I broke free from their clutches of hospitality. Dima, of course, helped me get dressed. Thank you for at least helping to tie the shoelaces. At parting embracing Tanya, I ran into a taxi.

Should I say that I didn’t get a good sleep all night? At first, I just wanted to throw it out of my head, convince myself that it was just a joke, that I just got a little drunk and nothing like that happened, but to no avail - he was kneeling in front of me and kissing my legs, no BUT. And in fact you will not turn to anyone for advice, and to google it is somehow even awkward. But still. It turned out that there is such a sexual attraction to women's feet - futfetish. For this, the guys are ready to do anything, if only they were allowed to kiss their feet. No, I certainly knew that the guys are ready for the impossible for the sake of sex, but in order to kiss someone's feet, this is no longer the framework. I was embarrassed and disgusting to read about it: about how the guys voluntarily humiliate themselves, kneel before some arrogant girls, crawl on the floor at someone's feet, lick the soles of the feet, how they look at the floor miserably ... So stop! Then I myself did not notice how I spent a whole hour or even more browsing the pictures of these humiliations on the Internet. After all, if you think about it, I didn’t have Dima under my feet, then why would I strain? And what girl doesn’t dream of men crawling on her knees before her? Pathetic ones with sad eyes, pleading for humiliation with all their looks. Haha And I will meet Dima again, I will definitely meet. Only without Tanya, she does not need to know this at all.