Foot Fetish Books Novels & Stories

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He was still asking when I moved my feet to his crotch. "You were saying?" I asked mockingly when I saw him close his eyes as my feet made contact with his cock. He opened his eyes to answer but I had started stroking his cock with my feet. "I know you have a foot fetish, I always suspected so, alright, go ahead and remove your cock for me, I want to see it." I instructed in a calm voice but I noticed he was hesitant. "Now!" I said in a more firmer voice and he quickly obliged, undoing his zipper and fishing out his massive cock.

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.

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I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

AMY’s POV: Ever since I learnt my brother Danny had a fetish for my feet,nothing turns me on faster than how hard I imagined him fucking me,jerking him off everytime we had the chance,sneaking out at night to his room,in the shower,during dinner with family..I was like a horny whore everyday..every hour,craving for his fat thick cock,wanting him to pour his warm cum on my face and lips,my pussy throbbed as I stared at his muscular thighs through his swim shorts,I licked my pale lips,my eyes boldly latched to curve in his shorts. I gently used the tip of feet,slowly and traced it up his legs,he leaned back in his chair,his eyes meeting mine,his brows bundled in frustration,he eyes snapped to

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

I felt, briefly but very distinctly, a sort of tingling sensation all over my body, like all the hairs were standing up. I folded my clothes neatly and put them on one of the chairs, feeling slightly self-conscious about standing there naked. Had it been this warm before? I expected to be a little cold, but actually it felt rather pleasant. Or was that just my imagination? I took a look around the apartment whilst I waited; at first glance the upscale, minimalist décor gave away little about it's owner. To the more experienced eye, there were a few details which stood out, tastefully-framed woodprints featuring hidden symbols, knick-knacks which only looked like generic gift-shop fodder. Nat

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne