Foot Fetish Novels & Stories

The way her body moved against him, expressing her pleasure, made his head swim and his dick grow so hard against the zipper of his jeans he thought he might explode in his pants. "Can't wait, baby," he mumbled, reaching under her skirt and yanking her panties down her legs. They caught on her boots. He pulled the boots off then proceeded to strip her panties and socks off. Her tiny feet caught him off guard. The were so perfectly shaped, the delicate bones filling his big hands and the tiny toenails, painted bright purple, wiggling against him. He'd always thought foot fetishes to be laughable, but now he was reconsidering. His girl had the sexiest feet he'd

He nearly came in his pants. His first orgasm was watching a woman suck the toes of another woman. The feet were perfect. Red toenail polish, white, but slightly tan feet. Both women were naked, but all they did was play with each other's feet. He had never seen videos like these. He wondered why he had never seen any videos of foot sex, then he realized that there was a separate category in the Tags section for "Foot Fetish." They probably didn't get sorted with the mainstream videos. "Is that what this is about?" He whispered to himself. "Do I have a foot fetish?"

I only have four toes. Me: Fine... I will make an exception for you. Caroline: But you hated for toes! Me: Not when it comes to your toes. I have this fetish called "Caroline's toes," and I can't stop thinking about your fourth toe. Caroline: Oh my god! You disgust me! Stop! I'm CRYING in this hospital bed, you freak! Me: It wasn't that funny. Caroline: Fine... I might only be laughing because there is no entertainment at the hospital, but still!

He swallowed a ball of emotions as his fingers beheld the softness of her lean body, his eyes gazing into those teary expressive green eyes. He beheld and touched her in adoration, his fingers halting at her feet where he gently slipped off the shoes, exposing manicured nails covered in chilly red nail polish. That thing called fetish of the feet? Gripped hold of him, and sent his knees to the floors the next second, his eyes adoring the sculptural lines of her face, his fingers caressing the artistic features of her delicate petite feet. Clara's breath halted at the expression in his eyes, her body reacting to the seduction of her feet. But her heart ceased to beat entirely and her toes cur

Her lips trembled when she heard the question and even though she decided this was the path she would take, she was still not ready to provide her shameful answer. She clears her throat and slowly swallows her spit and in a stuttering, shaky voice, she explains, "I have a very odd fetish. I'm a bit of a pervert Alpha. I like collecting used underwear. The scent helps me fall asleep at night," Her voice and heart sinking in shame at every word she mutters.

I pout and Patrick laughs. He kneels down and grabs my right foot. He kisses my toes and licks my instep, then strokes the bottom of my foot with the tips of his fingers, tickling me. He wraps the silver anklet around my ankle and kisses the skin just above it. My toes get stiff, I can't help it. I moan and arch my back,moving my ankle making the tiny bells jingle. —You definitely have a fetish with women's feet.- I comment. He throws himself on me and kisses me. He kisses me like he's thirsty and I'm the only container of water for miles.