Femboy Foot Worship Novels & Stories

It was perfect, especially paired with shoes similar to Pops’; black strapped stilettos with a slightly smaller heel than hers, but instead of a small piece tying off on the ankle, mine weaved and looped up my shins. “Holy mother of all Goddess’! You are fucking stunning. The guys aren’t gunna know what hit ’em.” I looked to Pops, shocked she would even think of me ever being anything more than a simple beauty and easy to ignore. “Poor females. It won’t matter if they find their mates, they are gunna be too busy following you around.” Her eyes swept up and down me approvingly, as if surveying me from a males point of view.

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.

Only then did I realize that Donald's parents, Frank Hoover and Martha Thorpe, as well as his younger brother, Shawn Hoover, were present as well. "Donnie, although it's my birthday today, nothing would matter if you weren't here," Gigi said. "I know you're not interested in getting married, but I worry about you feeling lonely in your old age, so… I secretly decided to have your baby." She slowly lifted her eyes and stared at Donald earnestly. "The baby has been with me for over two months now. I think it's going to be a girl. She'll be so pretty. She'll look just like you."

“We take it slow at first. She’s shy. Works the late shift, so she’s usually alone in the hallways after most people settle down. Help her with heavy stuff, compliment the uniform, get close. Notice how fast she reacts. Last night I helped her with trash and she stared at me like I was magic. Tonight in the gym? I lifted her chin and whispered something simple — her face went red instantly. I bet she was already soaked just from that.” Miles nodded thoughtfully. “Body worship angle might work well with her. She seems like the type who doesn’t hear nice things about her curves often. Soft belly, thick thighs… plenty to praise.” “Exactly,” I agreed. “And she’s responsive. That’s the key. We do

“Every meeting, every time you crossed your legs and dangled that heel… I’ve been rock hard under my desk, imagining this exact moment.” He moved to her left foot, giving it the same devoted, obsessive attention — slow, sensual licks, gentle sucking, worshipful kisses all over her sole and toes. His tongue traced every curve, every line, every delicate arch. Isabella’s breathing grew heavier. She was visibly aroused, her thighs pressing together as she watched the ruthless CEO of Voss Capital on his knees before her, completely lost in foot worship. “Mr. Voss…” she whispered, voice shaky. “This is so wrong…”

She thanked him for it and bent forward to unclasp her feet from her high-heeled sandals. “What do you think of my footwear?” she asked. “Zee got it for me at a clothing shop over at Canal Street.” “It’s cute. Looks good on you.” Thad drank his beer. He laid his hand on her thigh and caressed it down to her calves. Myra relaxed backwards on the sofa and let him feel her body. “You wax your legs often?” “Every chance I get; my husband likes them that way. He’s got a foot fetish thing. He gets off making love to my feet than he would have sex. It’s a good thing Zee made it official that he’s never to fuck me anymore.”

She figured it was a ploy to humiliate her, as with the blueberries at school. When he came, he pulled so tightly on her hair that she saw bright white stars dancing behind her eyes. "Now kiss my feet and apologise for being late," he demanded. Though she didn’t think she had been late, Sienna still obeyed, lowering her head and kissing each foot. It reminded her of the time she'd sucked on his toes and led her to wonder if he had a foot fetish. 'Foot fetish, spitting fetish,' Sienna thought. 'I wonder if he has any more.'

' There was that plea in his voice, raw and broken, mirroring the deep ache in my own heart—the emotional tether that bound us in this taboo dance of desire and surrender. I slid down his body slowly, savoring the drag of my skin against his, my heavy breasts brushing his chest, my hard nipples grazing his heated flesh and leaving trails of fire in their wake. My feet—oh, the fetish burned hot in my veins, a secret kink I'd harbored for so long, now begging to be indulged. As I positioned myself over his hips, I extended one leg, pressing the sole of my foot against his inner thigh, my toes curling into the firm muscle there, feeling the twitch of his body under my touch.

She'd managed to walk over to me in her cute two piece outfit, looking like she was ready for a photoshoot or something. As I got started on my hair, this dumbass started pressing on my butt like it was some kind of toy. "Girl don't be gay," I said, pushing her off my ass. "I'm sure you'll like it if I was." "First, eww and secondly you're not my spec, I like my women built, sexy and daddy ish, which you are not, thank you." Sophie laughed. "Asshole. I'll have you know I'm perfectly built alright."

I scrubbed my body and drenched myself in soap before washing it all off and stepping out. I wrapped my exposed body in a towel before plugging my phone into my speaker and letting music fill my ears while it took over my body. I put on black leggings, a hoodie and some Uggs while I swayed my hips to the rhythm of the music. 679 by fetty wap started to play reminding me of Jack. This was his favorite song. And it was the song that was playing when we arrived to our first party together in Omaha. I walked over to the speaker and quickly snatched my phone from the aux cord hoping the music would stop playing not wanting any more memories of him to fill my head.