Foot Fetish Visual Novels & Stories

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.

“Okay, heads up! I have a handy camera, and I intend to take pictures of you at all times, every time...” “Heads up?” she asked. “Really? After you’ve taken the pictures?” I took off her heels. Suddenly, that simple act felt so erotic. The energy was charged, and it didn’t help that she wiggled her toes as soon as her feet were free. “Do you have a foot fetish, Ivy?” I blurted out. She looked up at me, that same shocked look on her face. It was amusing. “No, why would you even ask that?”

He secured Cameron’s ankles within the cuffs attached to the spreader bar, marveling over the paleness and long bones of his mate’s feet, sending Cameron into peels of giggles. “I know,” Rhett grinned. “He has pretty feet.” “I never thought that I had a foot fetish before,” Talen pinned the spreader bar down and tied the rope, before tickling Cameron’s feet maliciously so that his mate laughed himself to crying, squirming, and arching off the table, causing thewood and rope to groan under the pull. “But this is fun,” Talen laughed with him. “Stop making him squirm for a moment, so I can stick a needle through him,” Rhett laughed.

I said, in the hopes of distracting her from the fact I’d been staring. She smiled, flashing teeth and a small dent in one cheek. “Thanks. I have a bit of a fetish.” Nodding, I totally understood. “Mine’s shoes,” I admitted, causing her to skim her gaze down my knee-torn skinny jeans to the rolled-up hems where I wore a pair of platform black booties with little leather tassels hanging from the sides. “If I could have a closet solely dedicated to shoes, I’d need about three of them.”

"Beautiful Claire, love your naked pussy. Look so fucking edible, so pink and ripe and it smells so fucking delicious. I want your pussy and have you for hours and make you come over and over again. I have this fetish with a soft pink baby cunt like yours. Come, where's your room." I was moaning my answers, anticipating his promise for his fetish. He was stripping himself to naked, and he was beautiful. Too fucking beautiful, with his ripples of abs and delicious chest pecks. He was stroking his cock, trying to calm himself down. I was licking my lips seeing his size, imagining how it would feel inside my hungry cunt. "Move to the end of the bed babe come here." He said while patting the spa

“Cum all over my pretty feet. I want to feel it.” That was all it took. Marcus groaned loudly as his orgasm hit. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her soles and toes , the first spurt landing on her arch, the next coating her crimson-painted toes. He kept stroking himself with her feet as he came, painting her soft skin with every pulse. Sophia flexed her toes, spreading his warm load between them and over the tops of her feet until they were glistening with a messy, erotic sheen.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

Biting (receiving) —4 Kissing (giving) — 5 Kissing (receiving) —5 Zapping (electricity) — 3 Ice cubes — 5 Wax play —5 Clothes pegs — 3 Knife play —5 Fire Play —2 Breath play Breath control — 2 Choking — 4 Humiliation Teasing — 3 Humiliation (private) — 1 Humiliation (public) — 1 Verbal humiliation — 1 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 1 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 3 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 5 CBT — 1 Sounding —3 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 3 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 3 Chastity devices — 3 Masks — 1 Leather — 2 Roleplaying

“I might have a fetish per these feet. I it could to have one fetish per any part of you.” I could to feel my chest It is my cheeks staying red. "OK, but you no, right?" I laugh nervously. I wasn't one to be ashamed, but something about mouths anywhere near dirty feet – especially mine, which were covered in bubbles It is calluses – me he did to feel one little bad. Vidar just smiled and slowly leaned over and kissed the top of my big toe without breaking eye contact. I I did one face. "You it could to stop in to place your mouth on my feet? This is so disgusting!” I tried to yank my foot out of his grasp once again. He just tightened his grip.

He asks curiously. Okay, that is a weird question. “No, most fetishes are there. They just need to be found. It can be one small thing that makes someone realise they have a fetish for something, and from that day on, everything changes.” I explain. I look at him. Is this something to do with Alena? “Okay, well, Alena has one for leather and tattoos. I have never seen her like she was today.” He explains. Leather is common, tattoos though, are a dangerous game, but an amazing one as well.