Bouncy

“So, how are they?”, she said as I met her glare unexpectantly.  “Bouncy,” I said, looking straight into her eyes, trying not to stare below the neckline.  Actually, I almost always look through the eyes.  Not into.  For such a pretty lady anyway.  They were nice and bouncy I told her.  Pleasantly bouncy, uplifting, smooth feeling, with a fresh scent even.  They were just the perfect size too.  Not too big, and definately not too small.  She even demonstrated as she kneeled down in front of me and touched my toes.  “They’re perfect”, she said.  That they were.  I couldn’t wait to put my feet in them.  All day long.  And at night, I’ll unlace them with pleasure.  I need to go shoe shopping more often.

One Response to “Bouncy”

  1. Dawn says:

    haha! You’re bad!

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