puerto rican blow jobs

so i asked the guys in my guild what i should write about tonight.  big mistake on my part.  broken said to write about blow jobs.  ed said to write about puerto ricans (since he is one).  broken said to combine the two.  i told them i only knew enough about one of those topics to write about it, and i wasn't telling which one.  this lead to some more guy type discussion, and yadda yadda yadda, we concluded that life is more fun when it's kinky.  actully, i concluded that.  then some one got killed and the subject got changed.  but it got me thinking.  it's about time i did another one of these type posts, so here it is.  today we're going to talk about fetishes.  more specifically, how to use a guy's fetish to benefit yourself.

and i can walk in these things

my best example would be my ex.  once i found out that he was a leg guy and had a mild foot fetish, i was set.  it's really, really easy to convince someone with a foot fetish to buy you cute shoes.  take the shoes at left for example.  i did not pay for those.  they were pretty much something that he bought for me that was really for him, but guess who gets to keep them after the break up.  score two for me.  these are fondly referred to as the stripper shoes because the heel is five and a half inches.  and while these are typically bedroom only shoes, i have worn them out in public once.  and i was drunk.  and i didn't fall over because i'm awesome like that.  oh, and i can climb a ladder while wearing them as well.  but i digress.  aside from bedroom shoes, he did buy me some really cute safe-to-wear-in-public shoes as well.  and stockings.  lots of stockings.  some are kinda cute and have this rocker girl vibe going.  some are more on the sexy side.  either way, i still have all of those too.  but use things like this to your advantage.  there are lots of fetishes out there that can lead to you owning lots of really cute things.  and yeah, it's manipulative, but in a good way.  i mean the more shoes he bought for me, the more options he had when it came time to get freaky.

oh and as a side note, he hates foot tattoos.  thinks they look trashy.  i got mine about a month after i kicked him out.  and then i posted it as my facebook picture for a while.  kind of like a giant "fuck you" since i know he saw it.  oh and i was wearing on of his favorite pairs of heels that i own.  yeah, maybe a little on the immature side, but it made me feel better.  don't judge me.

another side note: super hard to take a picture of your own feet at this angle.  i had to become a contortionist to do so.