Foot loose.

Everybody deserved sex. That was her motto. This week, the gardener was deserving.

She rode him hard, moving up and down with little gasps of pleasure on her lips. Her bit of rough. After all, what’s the point of a gardener you can’t screw.

They both froze at the sound of tyres on the gravel drive. ‘Shit! My husband’s home early!’.

They untangled, the gardener leaping off the bed, dressing quickly and heading for the door in one fluid movement.

‘We’ll be fine, he’ll never know’. She blew him a kiss as he ran…


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15 Responses to Foot loose.

  1. I’m afraid I have bad news. Your link to this pretty damn good story is broken.

  2. A mix between Lady Chatterley and Cinderella, although in the case, I don’t think it’s the Prince who will be looking for the owner of the shoes. 🙂


  3. Dear Kelly,

    Foot loose and blissfully free of conscience. Well written and unique take on the prompt.



  4. atrm61 says:

    Moral of the story-never wear your boots to a rendezvous in bed ;-)Enjoyed this illicit affair 🙂

  5. Oh I guess that she’ll have difficulties explaining those footprints leading up to the window..

  6. Hot approach to some empty boots…. did he leave them behind? I’m thinking about my gardner in an entirely new light. I wrote 2 this week, and didn’t think sexy in either of them. Now I’m looking at these boots in a very different way. 😉

  7. My Bootylicious interests come from a poster I had when I was about 14 (a while ago!) of a lovely relaxed lady wearing Victorian boots and some lovely stockings etc! A memory that stuck.

  8. liz young says:

    Rather large evidence to leave behind! I once found a pair of knickers where they shouldn’t have been! This is my first week with FF and this is the first sexy story I’ve read so far – great!

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