Feet Fetish Novels & Stories

He spread me wide, bent me at the knee, and squeezed them together. After a few positions and several deep strokes, I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the experience, and suddenly, I felt moisture on my feet. “Ooo, he’s a toe sucker, a man with a foot fetish. Now who’s surprised?” I thought silently. With my legs stretched high alongside his shoulders, René stroked me long and hard while holding my toes close to his lips. From this position, he lifted my body off the bed and stroked my elevated ass. The weightless fuck was amazing. As I recorded the feeling in my memory, I felt the muscles in René’s body tighten, and I knew he was ready to cum.

I breathed his perfume, so fresh and sweet, that it made me thirsty, desperate for anything he could offer me. I would have, willingly, knelt at your feet and begged for attention. Letting him caress my hair, like his dear pet, in the same way a man did with the girl between his legs, while she touched his penis gently. Even if it screamed against everything I believed or took as my life route, I would have surrendered. Not least because admitting my fetishes out loud were nothing of what I insisted on hiding. He was my fetish. Everything in it. It took me too long to find an answer that didn't sound according to my mental confusion, and Zachary added:

I'd fix her a glass of wine or a cocktail if she wanted it, and she would plop her head or feet in my lap while she told me about her day and we watched TV. Now, I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish. Nothing too intense or obsessive, but it was there nevertheless. Rubbing her feet with a little oil or moisturizer became part of our routine. My getting a semi-hard erection while doing so also became a routine part of that act of service. Until one fateful night, she was too distracted by the TV, telling me about her day or simply blissed out to notice that. However, that night, I was in my boxers, and we hadn't had sex in several days.

However, with everything that's been happening on that continent, all the wars, insurrections and everything else, it wouldn't be the best choice at the moment. When I try to get Hailey to give in to me, she resists bravely. She's a very special woman. I'm experienced in the world of fetishes and I've introduced her to a world she had no idea about. The fun world of make-believe sex. And she loved it. She can pretend to be a prostitute with me, she can pretend to be a maid, she can pretend to be a cheating wife... Everything is fun in the fetish world. It only stops being fun when we sleep together on the second night, and I liked that. Now I have to forget about it because she'll never acce

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

"Please take me with your feet, Mackenzie! They're so beautiful and strong, so long and hot. I can't deny it, I want your feet more than anything. Please fuck me with your perfect feet!" "Grab my legs," she commanded urgently. My hands grasped her steely calves and I saw her lips curl into a smile. Then her feet and toes began to move, slowly at first, then faster. I could feel the sinews of her leg muscles working in intricate concert, moving her feet with practiced precision. I imagined her on a basketball court, her shoes dancing and squeaking, mastering her footwork, becoming the best she could be. I thought of her pouring the same energy into developing her sexual prowess and skill. I c

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”

The screen showed a woman in a sterile hospital room, sweat-slicked and straining, her legs splayed wide on the stirrups as the baby's head crowned. I remember freezing, my dick twitching in my jeans for no goddamn reason. It wasn't the baby; it was her... the raw, animal power ripping through her body, the way her pussy stretched impossibly around that emerging life, lips swollen and slick with fluids. I jerked off that night for the first time to the memory, cum spilling over my fist as I imagined being there, close enough to touch. Years later, the fetish had burrowed deep, like a parasite feeding on my soul. By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting ha

The here(s) felt good, the there(s) divine. When he got to my pelvis, he pushed me onto the chair in the living room. I shivered in anticipation, wondering where he’d go next. But he didn’t delve into my pussy like I thought he would, instead he proceeded farther down my leg. Reaching my feet, he tasted his way all the way down to my toes, nibbling them and whispering, “You evil woman, you’ve given me a foot fetish.” A laugh escaped my mouth, but not for long. I was well past the point of amusement. The desperation had grown second by second, until now, I was a live wire, ready to burst into flames.