Dream trampling by a friend 6 min read

Kicki E is the sexiest and sweetest girl I’ve ever come in contact with. Unfortunately, I messed up the first time she sought body contact with me. It was in the middle of winter when I was alone with her for a short moment. When I turned around, Kicki was standing right close to me. She came up and hugged me, which was overwhelming. At the same time, I felt a steady pressure over one foot. Kicki had placed a foot over mine, and I reflexively hugged her. That with way too stiff and hard hug. I heard her gasp in discomfort, which is why I let her go as if she were a glowing iron. To punish me, she lifted the foot that was on the floor when she backed away. She wasn’t heavy so it was just nice to get her foot over mine. Unfortunately, it only lasted a few seconds, but there was more to come.

I thought she accidentally put one foot or another against me. However, I began to think that she was instead trampling on me. She also became more and more intense in her attempts to get me to pull away from her feet. I loved what the cute and sexy girl did to me, so instead of pulling away, I did everything to get her to step on me. Every now and then I got to enjoy her wonderfully silky soft soles against one part or another of me.

The time I understood that she liked to step on us guys was at a party. I was late, so all the seats were taken. I just sank down on the floor near the coffee table. Kicki came into the room carrying something to drink. I saw that she was looking at my hand I was leaning on. Kicki came closer when I felt a wonderful pain in my hand. Kicki had simply stepped on it. Her sock-clad foot landed with the front pad of her feet over my knuckles. I thought she was going to pull her foot away, but instead she lifted the other. My hand received a lot of her small weight and she didn’t seem to care a damn if I was in pain or not. She just poured the glasses while she stood on my hand. She then just stood there while chatting with one of her girlfriends. I really enjoyed having my hand under one of her screaming sexy feet. She stood there for so long that it started to sting in her fingers from anemia. When she stepped off my hand too quickly, my fingers pricked as the blood began to circulate again. Not that it was the last time I got to enjoy under her feet. When she returned again, I placed the same hand so she could step on it when she sat down, which she did. This time her heel landed on the back of my hand and my hand really flattened under the step when she stepped into place. The pain only lasted for a short moment, but it was so pleasurable while it lasted.

The first time she really stood on me was an afternoon after work. When I came up to her, she was alone. I saw that she had bought the most wonderful canvas shoes with thin soles of fabric. I wanted to end up under them, which Kicki apparently understood.
“Lie down in front of the sink,” she said, pointing down at the kitchen floor.
I wondered what she was up to, which I quickly found out when I sank down on my back. Milliseconds later, her canvas shoe landed on my stomach, whereupon she without hesitation lifted the other foot up. The pressure on my stomach increased while I enjoyed myself under the soft and completely flat fabric sole. I could feel the stitches they were sewn together with, which was just arousing. Soon enough, she put her other foot down on my chest, so her weight was distributed. I enjoyed myself under her while wondering how long I would be able to enjoy under her. Luckily, I heard the clatter of crockery when she started washing her hands. For each thing she finished, she shifted her weight slightly from one side to the other. I couldn’t stop a large lump from growing in the crotch, which Kicki noticed.
– Do you like to be under my new indoor shoes?
“No, I don’t like it, I love it.
“Good, because these slippers will signal that I’m eager to flatten you under them.
“God in the sea, how wonderful.
At the same time as she said that she lifted the foot that was on my stomach. Carefully she put them down on my rock-hard genitals and began to caress it. I couldn’t resist but was shaken by one of the biggest ejaculations of my life. Kicki felt my tremors under her foot, which is why she got off me loudly laughing.
“Go in and clean yourself before the others come,” she grinned amusedly.

The first time she stood and trampled me with all her weight in front of someone else, a girlfriend of hers and I was with her. I had figured out that if I stole something Kicki reached for, she always took revenge on me. It was also an excellent excuse to end up on the floor. This time I stole her hairbrush. Kicki immediately started chasing me. She got hold of me and started to drag me across the parquet floor. My stumps didn’t have a chance to stop her. When I arrived at the mat, I simply tipped over onto my stomach, and I felt the wonderfully arousing fabric soles. Kicki just got up and stood on my shoulders and broke the brush out of my grip. Without moving a millimetre, she started brushing her hair.
“But you can’t stand on him,” her girlfriend shouted in horror.
“Why not? He loves it when I walk and stand on him.
“He can’t do that, can he?
“Of course you do,” Kicki said as she gently rocked me.
“Yes, of course it’s so heavenly nice, do you want to try Ciirkka.
“No, damn it, I’m way too heavy. I would crush you like an insect.
“You wouldn’t.
“Should we bet?
“No, definitely not.
“I bet you I can lie under your feet for five minutes,” I said.
Ciirkka shook his head.
“Never that I put myself on it.
“No, then I’ll have to enjoy Kicki then.
“You’re not really healthy, are you?
“No, we are not, but I enjoy treading him and he loves to lie under my slippers and their soles of fabric.
At that point, the front door rang, whereupon Kicki got off me and went to open it. Ciirkka never commented on what she had witnessed, and she never stepped on me.

Kicki had been having fun with a friend of mine, but they broke up. Kicki met a guy and became pregnant, so she moved away from the city. It was the last time I got to enjoy under her slippers, which I got to keep as a memento of her. They stand on a shelf with artificial peonies where her feet were stuck into the canvas shoes.