Sole Party!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Home alone with time to kill. That's until my girlfriend comes home with a few of her friends...

I could finally breathe a sigh of relief,

Friday, the best day of the week,

Time to relax and catch up with some jobs,

Even go for a walk out with the dogs.

Friday night was Sarah's night,

Out dancing with the girls 'till morning light,

Neckin' those JD's and gins,

Relishing in her weekend sins.

She'd finished getting ready for the big night ahead,

A figure so divine and her hair so lusciously red,

Eyes like jewels under the moonlit sky,

A kiss on the cheek and a wave goodbye.

I watched as her ass walked out that door,

I hope she doesn't think I'm a complete bore,

You see I like her to have time with her mates,

Don't worry, we still go out on plenty of dates.

So write I do and type I shall,

Messages in the inbox from my overseas penpal,

Things to do and plenty of time to kill,

Prepare some dinner for later, steak on the ol' grill.

The clock strikes 11 and the partying still goes on,

I don't even know how long she's been gone,

But continue I do with my work at hand,

Trapped my finger in the draw again... God damn!

I send her a quick message to see if all is well,

Make sure she's ok, so as my mind doesn't dwell,

A bing in my pocket and a note that she's fine,

Followed by a couple of kisses, just sharing a few glasses of wine.

I love how horny she gets when she's had a few,

A feisty fox through and through,

She knows how to work her womanly magic,

The look, the wink and the moves... classic!

The clock now strikes one in the morning,

A new day finally dawning,

A clank of keys I hear at the front door,

The sound of high heels pounding the wooden floor.

To my surprise I see not just Sarah but her friends too,

I notice they've all had quite a few,

Their giggling and laughing is oh so sweet,

Casting aside their stilettos, the floor now kissing their bare feet.

A room full of beautiful women,

This can't be real, surely I must be tripping,

But this is no dream or fantasy of the past,

Reminds me of the time I was back in Belfast.

After stumbling over to the settee,

Down they all went panting and sweaty,

They had certainly danced the night away without a doubt,

Tonight they'd really gone all out!

Sarah, nuzzled between her girlfriends beckoned me,

My face secretly alight with immense glee,

They had a treat in store that I wasn't expecting,

Definitely a sight I would not be objecting!

Sarah had known for a while about my love of feet,

So she and her girls decided to give me a real treat,

Sitting there with their feet raised and ready,

Oh their soles so soft and so smelly.


Excitement grew as my nose ventured closer and closer,

As I licked and kissed, I could feel below this brewing boner,

The more I tasted the more I desired,

Surrounded by feet with plenty to go around, no rushing required! 


My lips pressed gently against their soles,

Their softness was arousing me so, foot fetish goals,

The taste and scent were tantalizing,

I was in heaven, this very moment galvanizing! 


Those curves I caress every so gently with my tongue,

Stroking the tip of their toes to the heel, a beautiful melody unsung,

Burying my nose as they point forward with such finesse,

A deeply-rooted fetish, I must confess! 


The others begin pushing their feet towards me,

Not wanting to miss out on any of the action you see,

Swarmed with sweet soles, kissing and licking one after another,

Thrilled at the ever-impending smother! 


A wave of brightly coloured toes, 

Orange and blue, green and yellow of which I do not oppose,

Thrust into my face and against my lips,

My dream come true, my ultimate fix! 


Flanked by feet and nowhere to go, the feeling is exhilarating,

Finally a moment to savour this insatiable craving,

The smell's intense as these feet continue to rush my face,

Putting me firmly in my place. 


A foot pushes me down to the ground,

I look up as others begin to rally around,

One after the other pressing down on my mouth and nose,

Screwing and squishing, the feeling of my ever-growing hose.


All of a sudden the room begins to fade away,

"No don't go... please stay,

But they disappear long into the night,

My eyes offended by a brightly shining light. 


"Well morning sleepy head," whispered Sarah in my ear,

Too preoccupied with the dream that felt so real and so near,

But alas a fantasy that remains just that,

Reality hits me as I'm ambushed with the claws of our fluffy cat. 


Sarah tells me of her plans tonight night with the girls,

A few drinks around, then finishing up at a joint called Earl's,

"Would it be alright if they came round for a bit later," Sarah asked,

My eyes a roaring fire, a smile across my face cast...

Submitted: February 16, 2021

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So this is what we call an 'epic' poem because it tells a story, and I think it's super cute the way you end this with the potential for 'dreams to come true'. It's a simple rhyme scheme from a poetic perspective. The pace is good and the story is interesting. I like that it's dedicated to a fetish which you explore with imagery and imagination. Nice job, Dark! Very entertaining...

Tue, February 16th, 2021 11:57pm


Oh my DK, how you do leave me speechless! I am privileged and honoured, to have someone as highly talented and as brilliant with their words as you leaving your thoughts on my work. *Bows and tips hat.* Life certainly has ways of surprising us in such unexpected ways doesn't it, and it's certainly nice when it does! I liked focusing on this fetish and trying to include the different sensations, feelings and delving into the imagery too. I'm glad you found it to be an entertaining piece, and the story interesting... you're the best DK! ;)

Wed, February 17th, 2021 7:14am

Dick Wood

Nice bouncy rhythm with this poem. And a women with beautiful well kept feet is a turn on for me. Especially if they are in nylon.

Wed, February 17th, 2021 12:50am


Hey Dick, thanks so much for stopping by! Glad you found this poem to have a good rhythm to it. Oh gosh yes! Well-kept, looked after, soft feet are a delight to behold. A bonus seeing them in things like nylon!! :D

Wed, February 17th, 2021 7:24am

Amy F. Turner

I loved every line of this ode to feet! I laughed through and through with delight of how well you skipped along at the right pace of a dream come true only to realize it was but a dream. At the end though there was promise of those dreams becoming reality. How exciting and nice to have a poem about a healthy relationship as well! Excellent delivery with all the details of normal life to appreciate along with this man's adoration of feet. :)

Sat, February 20th, 2021 6:05pm


Oh Amy, this had me grinning like a Cheshire cat from ear to ear! It's lovely getting comments and feedback from a writer as marvellous and as talented as yourself. Both you and DK are the queens of BooksieSilk without a doubt! Hearing how the piece made you laugh and smile throughout the story, and your views on it certainly made my day! How wonderful it be, when dreams do come true (especially ones that delight and tantalise our minds and imaginations!) Thank you so, so much for your wonderfully kind words Amy, you're fabulous! :)

Sun, February 21st, 2021 1:51pm

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