Foot Fetish Visual Novels & Stories

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.

He was still asking when I moved my feet to his crotch. "You were saying?" I asked mockingly when I saw him close his eyes as my feet made contact with his cock. He opened his eyes to answer but I had started stroking his cock with my feet. "I know you have a foot fetish, I always suspected so, alright, go ahead and remove your cock for me, I want to see it." I instructed in a calm voice but I noticed he was hesitant. "Now!" I said in a more firmer voice and he quickly obliged, undoing his zipper and fishing out his massive cock.

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.

NIVEA My generous curves seemed to captivate him completely. I watched his lips part and engorge, his cheeks flushing with lust. The way he stared at me—like I was Nefertiti, the goddess of love—made my pussy throb powerfully. A warm, traitorous wave of arousal flooded through my core. He drew in a sharp breath through his mouth and bit his lower lip hard.

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 the first thing on Monday.

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.”

It was a non-sexual act that turned him on quicker than almost anything else. "You have the word 'sucker' written on your forehead, and I'll kick his ass if he breaks our vow of celibacy because you found his weakness." Matt walked toward them and landed in one of the chairs. "I'm taking her to bed as soon as she's done," Stephon said on a moan as she pressed into the arch of his foot. She laughed. "Wow, you're easy." "And you're creating a monster." Matt rolled his eyes. "If his is a foot fetish, what's yours?" She looked at Matt with a devious grin.

She figured it was a ploy to humiliate her, as with the blueberries at school. When he came, he pulled so tightly on her hair that she saw bright white stars dancing behind her eyes. "Now kiss my feet and apologise for being late," he demanded. Though she didn’t think she had been late, Sienna still obeyed, lowering her head and kissing each foot. It reminded her of the time she'd sucked on his toes and led her to wonder if he had a foot fetish. 'Foot fetish, spitting fetish,' Sienna thought. 'I wonder if he has any more.'

“I think Maple is actually into some wild stuff beneath that timid exterior.” She felt his lips touch her shoulder, then her neck. Her chest heaved. The old couple didn’t seem to mind them, they spoke to each other oblivious to her and Matt. “And you?” Expelling a shuddering breath she tilted her head to look at him. “Me?” “What other fetishes do you have besides feet?” When she raised her brows in question he laughed. “Nobody takes off someone else’s shoes unless they have a foot fetish, Sophia.” He kissed her shoulder again. “We have that in common.”

The screen showed a woman in a sterile hospital room, sweat-slicked and straining, her legs splayed wide on the stirrups as the baby's head crowned. I remember freezing, my dick twitching in my jeans for no goddamn reason. It wasn't the baby; it was her... the raw, animal power ripping through her body, the way her pussy stretched impossibly around that emerging life, lips swollen and slick with fluids. I jerked off that night for the first time to the memory, cum spilling over my fist as I imagined being there, close enough to touch. Years later, the fetish had burrowed deep, like a parasite feeding on my soul. By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting ha