It's strange how people work. Despite receiving a tangible amount of sexual favors during my life body to body, face to face, somehow Pippa showing her feet has already cemented itself as one of the sweetest and kindest things I've ever had a girl do for me. I will remember this until the end of my life. Perhaps it is due to her perceived high status within our culture, or the presence of distance, or a mixture of these factors. Certainly it is a little event that we all enjoyed, no one was singled out, yet it will and does loom large in my experience of life. Pippa managed to leave a permanent mark on my person. Maybe it is the simplicity of the deed that had this effect on me. There were no terms, no hidden agenda, no manipulation or expectations. It was an unconditional, pure action that gives everything but neither demands nor expects anything in return.
I feel vaguely embarrassed even writing this, which in and of itself is a rare thing for me to feel. It indicates how I regard it as a treasured moment and gesture. It struck both at my lust and my emotions. I'll stop now I'm actually blushing.