written by Fighting-Riley
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In the dorms Faran is our resident Iranian ( although if you ask her, she’ll say she’s Persian ). She’s about 5’4″ with hazel eyes, chestnut hair and a waist that you can easily span with one arm.
This night she was stark raving drunk. Definitely an ‘Arabian Nights’ girl. Anyway, I asked her to walk on my back which she graciously did. Faran basically did a little dance on me barefoot. She had some initial reservations because she had hurt some guy doing it before. But anyway after about 5 minutes I told her it wasn’t working and asked her if she had any heels (FYI, this was a redundant question since I knew she had several pairs). So she comes back with a pair of brown block heeled pumps and a pair of gold stiletto sandals, never worn, with a 5″ gold coloured steel heel. I could see the sharpness of tips and a wicked ( yet angelic ) glimmer in her eyes… I still wonder whether she genuinely thought she was helping or whether she was just enjoying it ? Anyway she stepped up in the brown heels and began digging them in while twisting and scraping as much as possible. Then she got down and with more than a bit of apprehension, stepped up on my back while wearing her stiletto sandals. My dear friends, I cannot even begin to describe to you the sheer burning ecstatic pain from her footsteps. Each slight movement of her feet, every stumble or wobble was simply like being stabbed in the back. And the marks she left were simply amazing – one of them lasted about a month. In her drunken state she confessed that she enjoyed it. When she sobered up the next day, however, she attempted to apologize. She also wanted a look at the marks her heels had left on my back. But I think mostly she was curious as to what she had done to me. Ah… fun times.