Foot Fetish Novels & Stories

"Well, I... I love being kissed on my neck. I like it when guys grab my boobs and I like being kissed on my feet. " A round of laughs and shouting rang out while I tried to recover from my shock. Laura leaned into me and whispered. "Foot fetish. Who would have thought? " The game continued quickly and one time, it almost landed on me. I nearly died of panic.

I breathed his perfume, so fresh and sweet, that it made me thirsty, desperate for anything he could offer me. I would have, willingly, knelt at your feet and begged for attention. Letting him caress my hair, like his dear pet, in the same way a man did with the girl between his legs, while she touched his penis gently. Even if it screamed against everything I believed or took as my life route, I would have surrendered. Not least because admitting my fetishes out loud were nothing of what I insisted on hiding. He was my fetish. Everything in it. It took me too long to find an answer that didn't sound according to my mental confusion, and Zachary added:

Kaleb inquired. “Kaleb! I can’t dance! I have two left feet!” She finally let it out, her chest heaving after the words rolled off her tongue. Dead air fell upon them. Kaleb gasped, and then he smirked. It took a second for Kaleb to move closer to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing. He hissed and suggested, “I think that is hot.” “What? How is that hot?” Scarlett objected. “You know, kitten. I have this strange fetish for left feet. The more the better! You can have ten left feet and I would not care!” He countered.

The wiggling became a little more energetic and at one point marie was laughing and chasing them down when one of Elena's toes slipped into Marie's mouth. Marie's first reaction was to suck it, so she did, running her tongue rapidly back and forth on the underside of the toe. Elena moaned loudly and shuddered. "Ohhh, Marie! That feels wonderful!" This was music to Marie's ears and she attacked Elena's toes with abandon. Sucking and licking each one, nibbling and rolling her tongue between them. Marie was in heaven. She definitely had a foot fetish and she reveled in it with Elena's feet and toes. Elena wasn't too far away from heaven herself. The sensations of

' 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.

I had half expected her to decline my offer by tomorrow and the other half of my irrational hope said that it would need some more manipulation, some more sacrifices of my immaculate schedule to get her on board. Yet, she was sitting right here in my living room, wearing an impeccably formal attire for a Friday evening, along with a pair of neck breaking red heels which definitely encouraged some extra attention. Her legs were slim and my fingers itched to trace them, and my lips craved to feel her flesh along her ankle to her lean and tender calf and beyond that. 'Since when did you develop a foot fetish Dar?' I am getting an appointment with my therapist th

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

There, or outside four walls, he still respected me as equals. Even so, nothing stopped me from bending down and crawling towards him. Dennis opened a singing smile, his eyes scorching with raw desire. He liked that submission. I never asked, but I liked it. It was a fetish we had in common. Because I loved the way he put me on a pedestal and treated me like someone who deserved the best of sex, but who should also deserve it.

Livvy moaned and when I looked at her, she had her eyes closed. Fucking hell this was way too sexy to be doing with my daughter. I had never really had a thing for feet before, but suddenly I felt like I might just have a new fetish. Trying to control my rapid breathing, I continued massaging her. For the better part of fifteen minutes, I rubbed her foot. And then something happened that made me tense every muscle in my body.

Judging from her disheveled hair, it was a wild one. "Same old. He was left at the altar or something but it was definitely about a fiancee." Kaylee took off the robe she had pulled on at the door of the room she had with the client. She stood fully naked in front of her friend who was used to it. "Why? What was his fetish?" Ashley asked, her eyes big and wide as she waited for Kaylee to speak. "A garter." Ashley's head tilted in confusion. "A garter? But that's not a request. You wear it all the time."