Femboy Foot Worship Novels & Stories

I could be the taste of sin each of these motherfuckers needed. Hooking my leg around the cool metal pole, I tilted my head back and let my lilac curls fall as if they were a waterfall. Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet started up and I began my routine. I swayed my hips to the beat, twirling around the pole as if it were my long-lost lover. It wasn't only about the pole, though. I made sure to touch myself most provocatively; getting on my hands and knees only to shaky my ass in the air for the men behind me while the men in front had a perfect view of the girls.

“You want to squeeze my big ass titties as I fuck you.” Babyface is straining so hard that he looks like he’s going to break the headboard. “Fuck yes,” he says, his voice shaking with desire. I start grinding my hips back and forth, my ass bumping up against his cock again and again. Babyface whimpers with need, and I lick my lips and moan, loving the exquisite pain I’m causing him with my self-pleasuring that’s just out of his reach. “Oh yes,” I say, “I’m a very naughty little Catholic schoolgirl. Look at me wearing nothing but my slutty skirt, lace stockings, and fuck-me pumps!”

Trope: Forbidden/ Virgin Hero / Female Dominant / Seduction / Age Gap adjacent / Obsession/ corruption kink Content Warning: Female dominant, voyeurism, corruption kink. SYNOPSIS: Joe is a campus god—6'0" of Nordic muscle and ice-blue eyes. The world sees a cold, untouchable playboy. But it’s a lie. Behind the mask, Joe is a twenty-year-old virgin with crippling anxiety, hiding a secret that would ruin his reputation.

I knelt, inhaling her scent before pressing my mouth to her. “Womb worship begins,” I murmured against her folds. “Recite: ‘My womb belongs to my Father-Husband; my pleasure is His divine will.’” My tongue traced her clit slowly, savoring her involuntary moan. Fingers joined, circling her entrance as I chanted blessings. “Blessed be this fertile ground, to receive the holy seed.” Sophia’s hips bucked. “My womb… belongs to my Father-Husband,” she panted, voice breaking with confused arousal. Resistance flickered— “This is too much, Father”—but I held her thighs open, licking deeper, sucking gently until her words became fervent.

“Allow me to worship you.” “W-worship?” Is that the new slang for sex? “Yes.” He brought his gaze to meet mine and made me watch as his chin nuzzled the top of my breasts. “From today, I am going to worship you.” I felt him grip the inside of my left thigh. “And I won’t hold back.” I sincerely didn’t expect this night to turn out this way. But my body keeps pounding for more of Darius Thorne. So, why not? Tasting him a little is a fun thing I deserve to have.

"Plus, unlike girls today, you wear nylons, which I have to confess make your legs and feet look super sexy." "I thought I noticed you admiring my feet." "If you were my woman, I'd worship them," I said, my naughty fantasies leading the way. "And what would worshipping my feet entail?" I looked up, surprised at how far I'd dared to go. "Sorry, sorry!" I apologized. "I've been way too forward." "No." She closed the photo album and placed it beside her. "Perhaps I haven't been forward enough." She turned her body and swung her legs onto my lap.

Mom: "Day Ninety-one: Jimmy showed me how manly he was. He had a borrowed shirt from his father. He put it on but then he flexed his muscles and the shirt ripped along the seams, his bulging biceps shredding the sleeves to ribbons. He stood before me in this tattered shirt. He pulled down his string belt athletic pants. He stood me up as I stared, totally mesmerized. I was just wearing a simple green houserobe and underneath that, NOTHING. He could easily have unbuttoned the four big white buttons. No, he made a point of ripping off the buttons, one by one. He tore the robe off me. With his superstrength, it was incredibly easy for him to push me to my knees, which he did. He ordered me to c

My voice wavered, betraying the nerves twisting in my gut. I'd always been the good girl, top of my class, volunteer at shelters, dreaming of power but too scared to grab it. Until now. The society promised more: influence, protection, and rituals that blurred lines between pleasure and power. I'd fantasized about it, touching myself to thoughts of initiation, but standing here, face-to-face with these gods among men, my body flushed hot. Theo stepped closer, his cologne wrapping around me like a vice, musky, intoxicating.

The shoe was a work of art, with intricate straps and a delicate buckle that seemed to shimmer in the light. Purple and Purity rushed over, their eyes widening in unison as they took in the sight of the gorgeous shoe. "Wow, Maya, that's gorgeous!" Purple breathed, her fingers reaching out to touch the delicate straps. Purity's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Try it on, try it on!" she urged, her voice filled with anticipation. Maya grinned, slipping her foot into the shoe with a delicate ease. The fit was perfect, and the shoe seemed to mold to her foot like a second skin. She stood up, her legs elongated and her feet looking utterly fabulous.

But, but, Gabi is the Target now so do not falter little Theo. Quick advice: Dudes out there let me tell you something, you really don’t need too much muscle to woo a girl like? I don’t have six packs or eight packs, just a flat tummy and some great hair, big blue eyes and some sexy lips. Just keep your body in shape and you’ll be okay, if you’re not in a good shape don’t worry, you could always go into hiding for a while and burn some fat, style your hair, doll up your closet with some sexy clothes and start looking like a dare devil