Foot Fetish Erotica Novels & Stories

That only adds to desiring your mate. Maybe it would be nice to punish him a bit, to make him feel as sexually frustrated as I was feeling. Yes, of course I could touch myself. But it wasn’t enough. So… I did what every girl would do who has a mate with a foot fetish… I decided to send him a couple of feet pics. It was kind of difficult because I wanted the pictures to look good. So I laid down on the bed with my feet in the air for one of the pictures, crossing my legs.

This was getting deeper and deeper than I ever imagined sex and sexual fantasies could go! “The seventh floor is for all things fetish,” I had to interrupt him on that! “What kind of fetishes?” “Oh…like sucking toes and feet, if you like to be covered in cum to finish your night, if you like your partner to lead you around on a leash and treat you like a pet, if you want toys used on you that are not the typical things, some wolves like to urinate on their she-wolf partners to mark them as part of their territory without…marking them as their mate, transgender wolves and she-wolves like to play on that floor,” He tries to give clarification.

I was aglow with addictive pleasure as I squirmed in his hold, completely lost in the lewd act of erotica. “Oh, Jett,” I mewled, my fingers shakily combing through his hair. Jett sucked my boob with immense gusto like it was his only source of vitality, as his other hand strayed in between my thighs. My toes curled in ecstatic anticipation when I felt him nudge at the passionate tendrils of my dampness. “You are so ready for me, princess. Aren't you?” He growled, and a whimper tore itself right out of my lips.

With my gaze still lingering on her face, I leaned down and claimed her right toe, sucking gently on it. Nova’s body stiffened gently, and it felt like she had been alerted of my presence, but her body loosened up again, and she settled back into her slumber. A smile curled at the corner of my lips, then I rolled her toe in my mouth, licking and sucking on the soft flesh. Crazy… I know. I have never fancied any fetish, but when I desire anything, I would worship it till my very last breath. Nova’s body shuddered gently, and her lips twitched into a pout that had my cock kicking.

This was my baby sister and I wanted to give her my best. I made my way back up before I started giving her other leg my love. I started on her thigh before making my way to her inner thigh, very close to her pussy that I was able to smell her sugary aroma. It made it very hard not to redirect my tongue from her leg to her sex. Same as before, I took my way going up and down her leg, also spending time with her toes in my mouth. I actually understood why some people would have a foot fetish. Toes can be very sexy.

Mine. The sensations were overwhelming. The delicious, burning stretch of him. The hard edge of the desk digging into her ass. The slap of skin, loud and obscene. The coarse fabric of his trousers against her inner thighs. The sheer, dominant power in every movement as he used her body for his pleasure.

The thin, high heels of her feet stepped on the leather sofa like she was about to break the outer skin if she pushed a little harder. Fuck. Samuel cursed as he grabbed Letitia's legs and slammed his turtle head into her. He didn't stop, wanting to crush her, so he pushed down on her and fucked her hard. The scent of cedar in the air suddenly changed from a lingering ambiguity to a fierce dominance and encroachment. The smell of freesia gradually weakened. The dominant and erotic scent of cedar mixed with the smell of his semen wafted through the air and made Letitia's head spin. Letitia contracted her vagina, strangling him and sucking on him as he withdrew.

He explained, placing tender kisses on each of my feet. "I thought you had suddenly discovered your suppressed foot fetish." I teased. "Maybe I did." He replied, pressing a kiss to the arch of my left foot. Before I could reply, he had slid three fingers into my puckered pussy, and the sudden yet amatory intrusion caused me to choke out a gasp. I dug my fingers into the pillow as he slowly thrusted his skillful digits inside me. "I-I want more." I whimpered, as his finger continually brushed my clit.

I want to lose my mind. Entry 7.3: I wonder how it feels to have sex while blindfolded or in front of a mirror. A lump forms in my throat. For someone so shy, Felicity sure has some wild sexual fantasies. It's turning me on. And there's more. Entry 7.4: He'll pin my hands above my head and demand my surrender with his mouth, claiming my lips and worshiping my breasts. With his fingers, he will make me melt, pressing the secret button that transforms my excitement into ecstasy.