Foot Fetish Novels & Stories

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.

] Then, just a second later, he asked: [Why are you suddenly asking me that? Felicity replied: [Oh, it's nothing. It just crossed my mind.] Unable to contain her curiosity, Felicity asked again: [Under what circumstances would you kiss your partner's foot then?] Vermont's eyelid twitched at the mention of kissing feet, and the first thought that came to his mind was his own smelly socks. Vermont responded: [If I had a foot fetish, maybe.] Felicity quickly replied: [Apart from that!] 'What other reason would someone have for kissing someone else's foot if they don't have a foot fetish? Unless they're mentally unstable,' Vermont p

I said with a smile. "No, not at all, Jody, please let me help you get my panties off," she said as she raised her hips for me while I tugged her panties down her legs, which she had raised up over my head. I tossed her panties aside and started kissing her feet that were raised in front of my face. I loved the feel of her feet against my face. "Am I developing a foot fetish?" I thought to myself.

Her words dropped off at the end of her statement. "You're never too old." It was hard not to gather her close and promise to teach her himself. He stretched out on the couch and put his bare feet down near her lap. She wiggled over and placed them on her legs. She turned slightly toward him and began massaging his right foot. He knew he was probably drooling, but didn't care; her hands were magic. He liked to tease Matt with his foot fetish, but really he loved the feel of soft hands on his feet. Not that he didn't like soft hands on his cock, but this was different. It was a non-sexual act that turned him on quicker than almost anything else.

I'd fix her a glass of wine or a cocktail if she wanted it, and she would plop her head or feet in my lap while she told me about her day and we watched TV. Now, I've always had a little bit of a foot fetish. Nothing too intense or obsessive, but it was there nevertheless. Rubbing her feet with a little oil or moisturizer became part of our routine. My getting a semi-hard erection while doing so also became a routine part of that act of service. Until one fateful night, she was too distracted by the TV, telling me about her day or simply blissed out to notice that. However, that night, I was in my boxers, and we hadn't had sex in several days.

The other one either needs to pay more or pique my interest. “Second attachment: Fetish feet kink. The client would like to play with your feet and wants you to massage him with them.” Now I burst into laughter. How is it I have two feet requests in one day? Are these both Kenny? I chuckle as I put my phone away as I see my best friend, Daniel approach.

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.

"I wanted to ask—." As she talks, a part of me zones off. Imagining something else. Cream's skin. Ber's cock… And the newest addition, Vanilla's feet. I'd always had a strange foot fetish, but I never knew I'd be into baby feet. Cause that's exactly how hers is. White and all pink, while soft and so small… "Channing?" I blink. Right. This pigeon is still here. "Hmm?" "Would you?" She asks. "Ah, I—" Can't stand you. Staring at you makes me wish I was anywhere, probably being fucked with my head while my head's bashed into the wall, restricting my oxygen while I cum.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

In a low voice, I admitted, “He’s really, really good.” “He better be with looks like that. How big is he?” she teased. “Kay, stop...” “Come on,” she pressed, grinning. “Big,” I muttered, feeling my face flush crimson. “I’m surprised you can walk,” Kallie teased, laughing. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop myself from adding, “He put me in the bath afterward, then carried me to bed.” “So, he’s sexy, big, good in bed, and a gentleman. What’s the problem?”