SECRET LOVE NEST '22

Holding It Together

People get paid for sending their feet pics to some customers online.

Read that again. Feet pics. Some people deliberately pay to view the feet of other people. Apparently, its not something new. Since the dawn of time, people with feet fetish exists.

Now, you all know me, I won't fetish shame anyone. I have some fetishes myself. I have a hand fetish. I love Qing's hands. The long fingers, the visible veins on the back of it. I like it. I also catch myself looking at other people's hands when I talk to them in person or when I watch them on videos or something. Its cool. I'm cool with it.

But when someone ask for my feet pics...thats where I will draw the line, I think. Because my feet are gross...it should be a crime to like it. That means, I should sue Qing.

Qing: (while massaging my feet as we watch a movie) I love your feet. I love every part of you.

Me: Thats a lie. You don't love my brain. You gave it a "meh" score.

Qing: (chuckling) You know all too well why thats the case. Nevertheless, I love your feet.

When he lifted it up in the act to kiss it, I wriggled my leg.

Me: No! (glaring at him) No.

Qing: (sighing) You are a prude, I hope you know that. Almost a decade together and you still act like a virgin.

Me: Not true! You can kiss any part of me but you will not kiss my feet after you applied some ointment lotion on it. I will not kiss you if your breath smell like ointment lotion.

Qing: Ah I see.

So he settled with kissing my lips. We are good.

Anyways, with feet fetish or not, I'm not fond of Qing kissing my feet. I'm just not. And my feelings about this are valid because its a part of me, its my body, and thats that. But you all enjoy doing what you like to do. No judgment here.

Okay, whats next?

Oh, we are all packed for our wedding. Qing picked our wedding suits and one of our wedding planner took it up to Heilongjiang. From here on til our wedding, that wedding planner of ours will stay in the hotel where the reception will happen. Everything is booked, accomodations for the guests are secured, and even the rooms we will need for the ski event have been reserved. Thats all done.

Before flying to my hometown, Qing and I will visit a skin center to get some well needed skin care procedures. I'm looking forward to that. I'm expecting the visit to be relaxing as well as will refresh my skin.

Speaking of someone who needs a relaxing moment or two, Qing is trying to hold it together but when he learned that my notebook where I am supposed to write my wedding vow is still as clean as a newly made paper, he started worrying for the both of us.

Qing: Is this how you intent to win our bet? You will make me cry by...not reciting any wedding vow?

Me: (affronted) Of course not! How dare you think like that?

Qing: (confuse) How else am I suppose to think about this? Look...your notebook is clean. It has nothing on it. Nada. Zero. Zilch.

He is upset. And its understandable. I'm being extremely tardy on constructing a wedding vow and its indeed worrying considering how close we are to the moment we have to recite those vows. Still, I said...

Me: I have it! I promise, I have it together. I will have a wedding vow readied on our wedding day.

Qing sighed, clearly has doubts on my ability to get it together when the times comes for me to say my vow to him. So I decided to pull his strings some more.