Foot Fetish Novels & Stories

“Dad didn’t say.” “What do Triquetras do?” Cameron kicked off his shoes. “F-k the same woman,” Rhett leered as he rose to his feet. He ground out his cigarette under foot, before stepping on the side of his sneaker so that he could pull his foot free. His feet were as pale as the rest of him, his skin seeming to glow in the night. His feet were oversized showing the promise of a growth spurt in the near future, long boned, and oddly innocent looking in contrast with his expression. “Which we do already.”

No reproductive organs. How is that possible? I turned off the instrument and carried him out of it. Alice, they like to call his legs “hindlimbs”, and in their hearts, they think of him as a mentally retarded beast. "You're not, are you?" I held his legs. "Spread your legs." I reached up and gently stroked his lower calf. He squinted and hummed twice, spreading his legs along with my strength. Only three toes. The foot is also three times the size of a human being, and the central bone of the foot is very soft and can be bent at will.

His hands traveled down the backs of my thighs, and once more he unclipped my garters. Leaning down, he pulled back the cover on the bed. “Sit down,” he demanded and I complied. Jett came and knelt at my feet and gently tugged off each of my heels. He grasped the top of my left stocking and slowly peeled it off, running his thumbs down my leg . . . Oh my. He repeated the process with my other stocking. He brought my left big toe to his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged the in-betweens of my right foot.

All of it, including the lipstick I am to wear tomorrow. I toss and turn in bed, replaying the evening over and over. Rhys’s mouth on my skin, his hands on my boobs. His fingers inside me. I always thought such sensations only existed in books and my fantasies. What kind of man made a woman feel week in the knees just by looking at her boobs? Rhys Redmond, that’s who. I’m afraid he has ruined me for all sexual relationships I will ever have, because my expectations have skyrocketed. I am unable to sleep, and taking warm milk has never worked for me. Instead of whipping up the book that started all this, I replay Rhys’s movements, trying to replicate them with my own fingers.

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.

I nod, he so often knows what I need without me even speaking. "You see, I watch very closely Kitty, which is how I learnt that this". His hand moves, the flogger along my body, moaning I look at it. "That you react differently with PVC and Rubber than anything else. I have been watching closely and learning, that this little thing here, is your fetish". He moves the flogger between his hands. "Really Master?". He nods, “I don't think I have a fetish for it.”

Chapter Fifteen “Louis no,” I gasped as he asked the sales girl to grab another pair of shoes. “Little one, I’m having fun. Let me have my fun,” his lips quirked as he ran his palm down my calf, his nostrils flaring as he scented my arousal and I felt my cheeks heat up in a blush that I was sure wasn’t going away anytime soon. “You’ve already had me try on five pairs, at this point I think you’ve got a foot fetish.” I said, raising my eyebrow as his hand trailed up my calf and to just above my knee, I grabbed his hand, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline.

"Let me see your ankle." I said with a deep voice, and I am horny. She is too beautiful. Nadya looks afraid. She shows me her ankle. She places her feet on the sofa. "Fuck" I said. Oh god, even she got a perfect ankle too? I forgot to say, but I like a girl's ankles. My friends say I have an ankle fetish, but I don't think it's a fetish. I don't know; obviously, I like women's ankles. "You got a nice ankle, Nadya. Make me feel like I wanna lick that pretty ankle of yours," I said to her. Nadya's ankles are beautiful, and there is a straight line seems to divide her ankles; those are my favorite ankles.

She thanked him for it and bent forward to unclasp her feet from her high-heeled sandals. “What do you think of my footwear?” she asked. “Zee got it for me at a clothing shop over at Canal Street.” “It’s cute. Looks good on you.” Thad drank his beer. He laid his hand on her thigh and caressed it down to her calves. Myra relaxed backwards on the sofa and let him feel her body. “You wax your legs often?” “Every chance I get; my husband likes them that way. He’s got a foot fetish thing. He gets off making love to my feet than he would have sex. It’s a good thing Zee made it official that he’s never to fuck me anymore.”

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.