written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
Went to a high school basketball game couple of nights ago and spotted an old girlfriend in the bleachers, so I sat next to her. It had been about 5 years or so since we’d seen each other so we had some catching up to do about our lives. We had really been into trample when we were dating.
Finally, she asked me if I were still into it, which kind of shocked me but I said: “Why? Yes, certainly when I can find someone to trample me.” I noticed that she was wearing some very nice calf high heel snow boots. She then looked down at her feet for a second and then remarked: “I believe that you can get your hands and fingers under my boots if you go behind the bleachers and stick them through and I’ll be glad to stand on them for a while during the game.” I said: “That would be great.”
I left to get behind the bleachers. It took me a few minutes to get there and find her feet. Finally, I found her and stuck my hands through the opening in the bleachers. Then I got them behind her heels and then tapped her to let her know I was there. She immediately lifted up both feet so I could slide my hands under her georgous boots and when I had them in the place she put her boots down on the backs of my hands. She sat there twisting hard for a few seconds.
When her team would score she would stand up and clap and jump to boost them on. She would stand for a few seconds twisting all of her weight on my hands before she would sit back down. After some time the rugged groves in the soles of her boots had scuffed and even torn the skin on the backs of my hands and I was sure they’d be a little black and blue later.
A few more seconds later she shouted down, palms up, and she lifted her feet so I could turn my hands over. After which she came back down with the heels digging right into my palms and sat there for the next 10 minutes or so twisting and digging her heels in. I mean, she was really twisting hard while sitting through the part-time break.
Her boot heels were quite sharp from being fairly new and did draw a trace of blood in the palms of my hands. Then she hollered down to me, come back up here and sit by me. So I went back and sat beside her on the bleachers. She told me how much she liked trampling my hands and wanted to see the damage she’d done. She said she’d like to put those boot prints on my face. “If you’ll follow me home after the game we can really get into it like old times at my place,” she said. I, of course, followed her home!!!
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