Foot Fetish Visual Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

She moaned as I moved onto her other toe and whispered, "Lick my foot." I released her toe and ran my tongue along the top of her foot. I was holding her calf and felt her leg trembling as I trailed my tongue along her instep and back towards her toes. "The bottom" she told me, "Heel to toe." I lifted her foot and did as she asked, placing my tongue at the base of her toes, I licked up to her heel and back again. She moaned loudly and it occurred to me she had a foot fetish. That was fine with me, just sucking on her feet had caused my cock to already start to grow again and the noises she was making caused me to take her toes back into my mouth.

AMY’s POV: Ever since I learnt my brother Danny had a fetish for my feet,nothing turns me on faster than how hard I imagined him fucking me,jerking him off everytime we had the chance,sneaking out at night to his room,in the shower,during dinner with family..I was like a horny whore everyday..every hour,craving for his fat thick cock,wanting him to pour his warm cum on my face and lips,my pussy throbbed as I stared at his muscular thighs through his swim shorts,I licked my pale lips,my eyes boldly latched to curve in his shorts. I gently used the tip of feet,slowly and traced it up his legs,he leaned back in his chair,his eyes meeting mine,his brows bundled in frustration,he eyes snapped to

"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.