Adult Blogger: MRCHEWSASIANBEAVER.COM MR CHEWS ASIAN BEAVER felt as though God had arrived at my doorstep and I wanted to please her. I wanted to give back to the supreme deity in a way, which I have never been able to do. For years, I had prayed and offered funds to orphans, widows and the deaf mutes. I had volunteered at the local food bank, and assisted abused men, helping them get back on their feet. Oh, those nights working with lepers in South Africa and those days surrounded by victims of Typhoid and other infectious diseases. I had tried so hard to be a good man, to be a good doctor and hoped that God had recognized my struggle, in a positive fashion.
She walked into my home. I wasn't certain whether I had invited her in or not. Instinctually I greeted her by reaching for her soaking wet coat and asked her if she would like to remover her stilettos, "for some snuggly slippers instead."
She did. She wanted to.
As the gentleman that I was raised to be, I helped her remover her shoes. I slipped my hand onto her shoulder and with the other I gripped her arm and eased her back onto my plush Victorian couch.
Oh my God. Her feet. As I slipped off one of her shoes, I saw, for the first time, her ravishing feet. Oh my God. I am dizzy. You should have seen them.
There in my callused hands, hard from years of toil, was a fragile foot, perhaps size 4 or 5, that shone like the sunrise. I was touching the softest skin ever, and her toes appeared faultless in stature and prominence, painted the colour of Dorothy's ruby red shoes. Slowly but deliberately I leaned forward and kissed her large toe - without invitation. I tasted the dampness and ruggedness of her trek through the forest, yet quickly realized that its taste was flecked with sweetness and sexuality. I kissed each toe dozens of big and small items; sucked them with desperation as my hands massaged the arch of her foot, stopping every moment or so to apply pressure to those points that would make her moan. I pushed
