Foot Fetish Erotica Novels & Stories

Oblivious to my surroundings, I let my pajama bottoms fall to the floor, clasped my hand onto my labia and fondled the swollen tip of my engorged clit. My mind wandered and I tried to imagine what the woman’s body felt. I watched her fall atop the stranger and ravage his cock with kisses and almost swallow the entire thick shaft. The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered.

Hunter crawled towards me, shoving off his trousers that were still stuck at his ankles, kicking them off the bed. His face met mine, our foreheads touched as he wiped the trickles of sweat forming at my temples. He ran his hands down my entrance, palming my pussy. His fingers ran between my folds. I moaned, biting down tenderly. I was plump, warm, and already wet for him. He continued to glide his fingers into me, rubbing his thumb in circles hard against my clit. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my mouth as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, watching me lustfully.

"Fetish?" "I thought I didn't have any strange fetishes all this while. I've always liked obedient, sexy, and beautiful women. I didn't have any specific preferences. But when I met you, I felt a surge of passion with every touch of your skin and every inhale of your delightful scent. I knew that you were my fetish." Sebastian stopped his kissing and looked into Tera's eyes. "My body has an intense sexual response when it touches you. And it becomes even more uncontrollable when I smell your scent. I can't fully explain all of this."

He could not believe what was taking place. His enjoyment brought a smile on Martha’s face and Fred felt his dick ready to burst through his pants. “I know that you have a foot fetish,” revealed Martha. “I saw you licking my soiled flats earlier in the office,” she added. “Really?” he asked with q deep blush. “Martha, I am sorry, I will not repeat it,” he said. “Do not tell mom, please,” he added. “Do not worry, my lips are sealed,” she replied.

Not rubbing against her skin like an awkward high school love scene! But to progress along, she knew it had to be done. “And for the men...” he hissed, “suck her toes! All ten – if they’ve got them!” This caused the majority of remaining partygoers to cry out with displeasure. Toe sucking? Not everyone’s favorite fetish, yet then again not every round could be a stellar crowd-pleaser to all involved. Sienna paced back and forth, awaiting her turn with bitter envy. The asses were being grinded alright... Girls stripped naked, shedding panties and bras; cheeks pressed firmly against cocks. As much as she loved watching, it was the feeling, the sensation she wanted for herself.

Smelly socks worn by some very petite feet. Racheal had given over to my foot fetish a few times. Let me lick or kiss them while I jerked off or fucked her, but she never quite seemed to enjoy the worship as much as me. I appreciated her allowing me to indulge, but there wasn't much beyond that. She was rather vanilla, I was a closeted deviant. How I wished she would leave her socks out for me to jerk off while she was gone... But alas, she didn't.

"Maybe.. because she knows that going against you will not benefit her?" "Or maybe.. she has some other plans in her mind." saying this, Zayn took a smoke and blew the air out of his lips. "She is too smart to be convinced so easily." "Hah, she won't dare to play games with a man like you." another man commented when he took a sip of the wine from his glass and stared at the girls near the pole. Their cleavage was visible, and the guy passed them a seductive smirk. The ladies did not slow down and brought another bottle of wine, pouring his glass by themselves.

Trigger Warnings: Female Dominance (Femdom), cuckolding, financial domination (findom), breath play, spanking, edging, and explicit language. Vesper The air in my private dungeon was thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the metallic tang of ozone from the nearby shock collars. I sat on my velvet throne, my legs crossed, the heel of my Louboutin pressing firmly into the center of Toby's chest. Toby-my dedicated little pay pig-was exactly where he belonged: on his knees, shivering with a mixture of terror and agonizing arousal.

“From your ears to your toes. Especially your toes.” “I forgot you have a foot fetish.” “I likeyourfeet. They’re dainty and sexy, and your toenails are always perfectly painted. I’m going to kiss them when we get out. But first, I’m going to make you come with my fingers.” Her lips part and her eyes flare. “Hux!” “What?” I stroke up her thighs again, and this time I continue between her legs. She shivers and sighs as I slide my fingers down into her folds. She’s still a little swollen. I circle over her clit, making her sigh.

Although, is it really punishment if it feels this good? My fingers press against the flesh of Kira’s ass as I pound into her, looking down at the place where our bodies join. I meant for this to be a one time thing, but there’s no way I will keep myself from seeing this hot sight again. I flip Kira and sit her on the desk, wrapping her legs around my waist. The position gives me more access, making me nearly drown in the heightened pleasure. Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed, her lips parted in ecstasy.