The Executive Guide to Foot Fetishism and Office Discipline (A Boner Book) - Softcover

Trevor, Christopher

9781887895361: The Executive Guide to Foot Fetishism and Office Discipline (A Boner Book)

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1887895361 ISBN 13: 9781887895361

Publisher: Nazca Plains, 2009

A sure Winner, for those who are into sexual degradation and the darker moments of sadomasochistism art. Written by a conventional executive with an unconventional imagination.

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About the Author:

Christopher Trevor was born in July 1963 and grew up in New York City. As soon as he was old enough to know how he began writing fiction and has been writing gay erotic/fetish stories for the past ten to twelve years at this point. He became an avid reader as well from the time he knew how and reads

I work with Arthur at Chase Bank. We've known each other for five years. We're both married and in our mid thirties. Neither of us have any children. Recently I had an experience with Arthur that I want to share with you. Coincidentally both of our wives were out of town on business for the companies they work for so with no plans for the evening I invited Arthur to come to my place after work for dinner...Chinese take-out of course. Dressed in a gray suit, Arthur in a blue suit we left the bank at five PM and rode the "F" train to my house in Brooklyn. When we got off the train I treated us to Chinese take-out from the place a few blocks from my house. Arthur dashed into a superette and emerged with a six pack of Coors light, his treat for the evening. When we got to my house we shucked off our suit jackets, loosened our ties, and undid the top buttons of our white dress shirts. "Thanks for having me over Brad." Arthur said as he took two cans of beer from the six packs he had bought. He handed me a can of beer and we both opened them, gulping them. "Ahhhh!!" I said. "Nothing like a cold beer and good company to go with dinner." "And, while we're eating we can talk about that new system we're having installed next week." Arthur said, taking me by my arm. "Oh shit, come on Arthur, let's not talk shop." I said with a mock grimace as he walked me toward the dinner table. While we chowed down on chicken with broccoli, fried rice, wanton soup, and our beers Arthur and I summarized what we had talked about in the recent meetings at work concerning the new computer system that was being installed in our department at the bank. We both agreed that it sounded great and should increase productivity dramatically. When dinner was over I suggested we watch some television in the living room. Arthur carried coffee table and sat down on the couch. "Listen, make yourself comfortable." I said to him. "I'm just going to give Laura a call to see how she is. Turn on the TV, take your shoes off, relax..." I trotted to the kitchen where the phone was as Arthur picked up the remote control and flicked on the television to CNN. The business report was on...Arthur's favorite thing to watch. The TV on, Arthur loosened his tie a little more, slipped his black slip-on wing tips off his feet and stretched out on the couch, his feet dangling off the end of it. He opened his second beer and sipped it as I spoke to my wife.

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