The Foot Ranch

Hell if I know what the heck I'm doing. Or why the hell I'm writing this shit.  But it sort of just takes me by the heart and wrings me out.  So here we go again.  Another tale from the A&E Meat universe.  Brace yourself Bridget - this one is pretty intense.  Odd isn't it? I'm not even INTO this weird stuff.  But if you read "Bethany's Shipping by A&E" then this was mentioned.  - MA

The Foot Ranch - Michael Alexander
MF/f, extreme, BDSM, toys, feet, implied gynophagia

Esme Carpenter’s high heels clicked loudly on the parquet floor that lead toward the administrative offices of the Foot Ranch.  She was excited, her bright eyes and beaming smile not just a show for the camera.  It was her first solo assignment as a reporter and after years of training she was finally going to be able to realize her dream.  Bradley, her cameraman, a quiet bloke of thirty years, was a master at setting up shots and knowing where the good lighting was.  He had real talent, skills that Esme knew would serve her well, a fact that was important since she was working without her producer calling the shots.  She glanced behind her, seeing Bradley trailing along, the large video cam on his shoulder, getting a shot of her well-proportioned ass as she marched down the hall.  Esme gave the camera a winsome smile and then a wink, twitching her posterior, knowing that the viewers would love the sight, all the more so since she was wearing a shimmering skirt of gauze that did little to hide the delectable curves beneath. 

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Where's Breanne

I've received some emails from fans as to where Breanne Erickson has gone.  Is she "tied up?"  Away on an extended slave session?  Obviously she hasn't been tweeting, nor has she been posting.  She hasn't been answering email either.  Three days ago I was finally able to get in touch with her by phone.

First of all, she is alive.  So that's a relief.  However she has been ill - requiring a lengthy stay in a Houston hospital.  She is now home, recovering.  I don't have the details of her illness. I didn't press.

Breanne has expressed an interest in taking a break from writing.  Afterall, she has produced ten novel length works in four years, which is more than most authors manage - including myself.  In addition I've already received the manuscript for the next volume of Tales, some of the content having never been seen by the public.  I'm in the middle of editing that right now.

While all of us will miss Breanne's weekly, and in some cases daily, sexual escapades, we look forward to the day when she comes back to us, following NHPS Rule #1, enabling us to ask our favorite question:

What's up, Bre?

Hopefully the response will be thick, vibrating, and quite entertaining.

Yours Faithfully,

Michael Alexander