foot fetish as a lifestyle

The feel of her long, soft, sexy toes.

2006-03-04T04:01:00.000-08:00

Certainly, many who have a foot fetish may at times feel as though foot fetish is not all that mainstream and that we are somewhat of an underground culture. Nonetheless; evidence of the acceptance of the female foot as a beautiful, sensual part of the body is all around us in ladies open shoes, ankle bracelets, toes rings and pedicures. So it was with me until I was fortunate to meet Debbie, the woman who would become my wife.
Tall at 5'10', with an athletic, fit and very attractive body, her stunning blonde hair and blue eyes make her a real head turner. In addition, she has beautiful hands and of course, very sexy feet with long, soft, sensuous toes. Since the start of our relationship I had built the courage to explain my attraction to her feet. Thankfully, it is a "fetish" that she has been very willing to indulge and in fact takes great pleasure in. This is the story from yesterday.
I was at home after a number of days working odd hours. Our children were in school and we were home alone for most of the day. We had been sitting watching television and just relaxing together when she excused herself for a few minutes. Debbie was dressed in a cute dark blue, button up, sleeveless blouse, white capri pants and matching blue sandals. As usual, she was wearing a gold ankle bracelet on her left ankle along with a gold toe ring on her left foot next to her big toe. Her toes were impeccably pedicure in a medium pink.
She returned a few minutes later and stood next to me, placing her left foot on my knee. As she looked down at me she said, "I was thinking you could use a little attention in the bedroom. Come with me." Needless to say, I followed her without hesitation. When I walked into the bedroom, I saw that Debbie had placed several pillows on the floor next to the bed and she directed me to take my clothes off and sit on the pillows with my legs under the bed and my back resting comfortably on a pillow against the wall. She sat above me and crossed her left leg over her right and looked me in the eyes and said, "I thought you might like a nice, long Footjob. I hope you are comfortable because you are going to be here for a while."
Debbie held her foot in front of me and flexed and wiggled her toes in her shoes, asking me if I liked her nail color and her toe ring. She went on to tell me that she couldn't wait to put her toes on me and start to wiggle. After a little more teasing, she slowly slipped her shoes off and began running her toes down my chest and onto my stomach, where she paused to wiggle her toes on my stomach and softly run the tips of her toes along my sides and down my thighs. This made me very sensitive and somewhat ticklish, not to mention what it did for my very erect @#%$. I felt as if I was going to burst out of my skin!
Somewhere in all of this, I told her how much I loved it when she did this to me and how thankful I was that she didn't think I was weird for liking it. Debbie replied that is was not weird and that other people did it as part of their normal sex lives. Just like a handjob or blow job, she said that a Footjob was very sensual and normal as the foot was capable of so much. I persisted and said that I was still unsure of how others view this and how some would think of this as perverted. With that, she said, "Jackie (her best friend) knows we do this and she used to do it also. So you shouldn't feel strange about it. Why do you think I didn't bat an eye when you told me about liking my feet? I have always kept my feet nice. Jackie and I used to sit at her house and do our nails." She continued. "Jackie always said that we needed to keep our feet looking good because men looked at feet. Back then I didn't know much about it but Jackie explained it to me because she used to do it to her boyfriend."
I was amazed to hear this and it heightened my arousal. I was curious, so I asked, "She knows we do this?" "Of course she does," Debbie replied, "she even caught you looking at her feet once." She laughed. I was embarrassed at having been caught looking at Jackie's feet and tried to stammer an explanation. "Don't be silly," Debbie said "she thought it was cute. She actually offered to give you a Footjob but I have not had a chance to take her up on the offer." I was stunned to hear this and asked, "What? You're kidding. Why would she do that and why would you even think of that?" The answer bowled me over, "Because she sort of owes me one." Debbie said.
"I never told you this, but a long time ago, Jackie was dating a guy who was into her feet." Debbie explained. "She used to give him Footjobs and her would be around when we were doing our toes. One day he told her that he thought I had sexy feet and that he wondered what my feet would feel like on him since Jackie has shorter toes than I do. Jackie, who has always been very confident with herself, told me about it and I said I would not mind surprising him with a Footjob. A few days later, he was over at her house and was in the basement watching TV with her. I rang the doorbell and Jackie let me in and told me to go down and do it to him. So I went downstairs while she stayed upstairs. I told him to sit on the floor just like you are now, and I gave him a Footjob. It was no big deal and he exploded really quickly. After that, Jackie always said she owed me."
This story just floored me and I didn't know what to say. With that, Debbie could tell that I was ready to explode without even being touched. She said, "I am going to show you what it was like for him. Look at my feet." She showed me her soft soles and wrinkled them for me, showing me the undersides of her toes, wiggling. "That is going to be on you in a minute," she said "just like it was for Jackie's boyfriend."
Debbie then took a bottle of baby oil she keeps for giving me Footjobs, and poured some on my hardness. She slowly crossed her left leg over again (she is very talented especially with the left foot as it allows her big toe to hit a sensitive spot I have on the left side of my shaft.) and held her foot inches above me. "I am going to count from ten and then put my bare foot on you. Then I will rest a few minutes so you can feel my foot on you. Maybe I'll twitch my toes a bit just to make you suffer a little, but I am not going to make you Cum yet."
She counted from ten and slowly I felt the warmth of her soft sloes and her long, sensual toes on me. I gasped as I felt her toes trembling and twitching, knowing what she was about to do to me. Debbie said, "Can you picture me doing this to Jackie's boyfriend? I have had these toes on someone else but wasn't sure how you'd feel about it. Just think that someday I am going to have Jackie pay me back by doing this to you. But right now...you need to feel me wiggle my toes on you."
With that, she started counting. When she finished, she looked at me and said, "Are you ready? Are you really ready to feel me wiggle my toes? Do you feel my bare feet on you, ready to wiggle my toes? Here I go. Get ready....Three, two, one....here I go." Finally, I felt those long toes start to wiggle and scrunch up on my, slowly at first...then faster and faster.
The feel of those sexy toes on my hard shaft was too much and I felt as though I was in another world. Her long toes danced around my shaft, wiggling and squeezing along my shaft, sliding around in a feeling of ecstasy as the oil made me slippery and helped her toes move about. As I was about to come, I felt the tips of the toes from her right foot gently caress the lower part of my balls and finally, I couldn't contain myself. I exploded so hard that a stream of Cum shot up to my shoulder and onto the wall. Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body and she kept going until I was spent beyond anything I have ever experienced before, and I was left breathless on the floor.
Debbie moved her feet to my stomach and again tickled my stomach with her feet, wiggling her toes into me. She looked at me and said, "I hope you liked that. Leave the pillows there because I want to do this to you again later if you don't mind." Needless to say, I left the pillows there.

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2006-03-04T03:52:00.000-08:00

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2006-02-18T01:36:00.000-08:00

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Adventure of a young foot fetishist - part 2 of 2

2005-08-12T08:31:00.000-07:00

A jolt of electricity shot through me when she said that, and my hormone strangled brain snapped awake. Quickly I looked all around the dining area to see how many people had heard her statement, and how many of them were laughing their asses off at me . Luckily, I only saw two other occupied tables, neither in the immediate vicinity. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that my secret was still safe. Now I had to come up with some way to cover things up, so that the woman stopped talking about it. Again....no such luck.
"Ma'am.....look....I wasn't....." I began.
"Oh, come on now," she laughed, "one thing I can always tell is when a man is looking at me. I can tell exactly what a man's looking at when he looks at me, too." After a brief pause, during which I again fumbled for excuses, she finished her point. "And you, young man, were looking directly at my feet. Don't even try to deny it." She laughed again - almost a giddy laugh - and wiggled her toes emphatically.

I gave up. We both knew I'd been snagged. All I could do now was apologize. "Look, ma'am, I apologize. I didn't mean to upset you. I..."
"Oh, no need to apologize...just admit you were admiring my feet."
"I...well...um....okay...yeah, I suppose I was looking at them, a little."
"A little?!" Again she laughed. "A little would be a quick glance and then looking away. What you were doing, young man, was out and out ogling. I don't think your eyes missed a single inch of my right foot here. I'm surprised you didn't drool on yourself." She wiggled it teasingly, once again. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my utter embarrassment and discomfiture.
"Um...please, ma'am," I fumbled, "again....I really do apologize."
She sighed and seemed to look me over. I thought maybe the conversation, and the entire incident, was over. I started to turn around sheepishly to return to my dinner. I was still both embarrassed and excited.
"You didn't answer me," came that insistent voice from behind.
I turned toward her again. "Excuse me? Answer what?" I only wanted the embarrassing conversation to end.
"I asked you if you like my feet. And don't give me any bull about you not really noticing them that much, or only looking at them 'a little'. Let's both accept that your eyes were locked on my feet and move on, shall we? Now...do you like my feet?"
"Yes....they're beautiful." I couldn't believe I said that, and I felt like a complete idiot. As soon as I said it, I prepared for her peals of laughter and a string of derogatory remarks. They never came.
"Well, that's better. I much prefer honesty. Thank you.....um.....what's your name, hon?"
"Tom.....my name's Tom, ma'am."
"Hello, Tom.....my name's Holly. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, too, Holly," I replied, still wanting to crawl into the nearest hole.
"Now, Tom....let me ask you that other question again...."
This time I interrupted her. "Um...ma'am....this is embarrassing..."
"Oh," she said, looking around the dining area, noticing that more people were beginning to wander in, " I understand. Well, come over here and sit with me, and we can talk lower so no one will hear." She pointed to the other side of the booth, the seat across from her, and then uncrossed her legs and sat facing that seat squarely.
I was afraid if I didn't sit with her, she might continue talking out loud, and embarrass me again, so I got up and shuffled over to her booth. I left what remained of my burger and fries at my table, taking only my soda with me. Standing next to her table, one hand holding my soda and the other crammed into my pants pocket, I looked down at her and fidgeted.

"Well," she said, pointing to the seat again, "sit." Then she quickly added, "Oh, but before you do, would you mind picking up my shoe for me?" With slow, trancelike movements, I did so. As I bent to pick it up, I couldn't control my wandering eyes, which swept a quick glance under the table to again admire her feet, and her obviously shapely calves. This, of course, elicited yet another giggle from her. Blushing again, I handed her her shoe.
Playfully, she held it under the table, then dropped it with a "clunk" onto the floor at her feet. She smiled as she saw my reaction to the sound it made.

I sat, but I felt a bit awkward, and continued to fidget. Holly didn't seem to notice. She just trudged boldly onward. "So now," she said in a somewhat lower volume, "is it my feet you like or the stockings?" She sat with her elbows on the table and her chin resting in the palms of her hands, smiling broadly. Clearly, she was enjoying herself immensely.
I felt my face flush hotly as I answered, "Well....both."
"I can see this is going to be like pulling teeth," she sighed, and then plowed boldly ahead, "Do you think my feet are sexy? Or, do you think my feet are okay, but sexy in the stockings? It's an important distinction."

I couldn't believe I was having this discussion! I was turned on that this woman seemed to accept my fetish, for whatever reasons, and was openly talking with me about it!

"I think your feet are beautiful....very shapely and sexy. The stockings enhance that, but it's your feet that I like most." My face felt red hot, and hotter with each word I shakily uttered.

"Mmmm......good answer. So, then, what's so sexy about my feet? What do you like about them? Do you get turned on looking at them?" She seemed eager to know what attracted me to her feet, and her eagerness and openness was slowly easing my embarrassment.

"Well, yes, your feet...well...they do turn me on. Every inch of them is so....sensuous....and they're so....well....expressive....playful....sexy. And..."

"Wait," she again interrupted. There was a brief pause, at which time I felt a thump on my thighs. Looking down, I saw those two stockinged feet wiggling happily in my lap.
"While we talk, you wouldn't mind massaging my feet for me, would you? They've been trapped in those heels all day and could use a nice rub. So go ahead and rub them while you tell me what it is you like most about them. And what do you mean my feet are expressive? That's an intriguing statement, to say the least."
"Well," I said, looking down at her wiggling toes, deciding to focus on the first part of her question first, "your feet have a really nice shape. You have a beautiful high arch, and your toes are nice and even, and you've painted your toe nails really nice."
"My, my.....it's nice that my feet are so... 'nice' " she laughed, then added, "I'm sorry. Go on. Anything else that gets you hot when you admire my feet?"
"Well, your toes look soft and kis....well, smooth....not boney like some women's' toes."
"Really? Thank you. But what were you really going to say? You started to say something, then stopped."
"Nothing," I lied, "I just wanted to say your toes look soft and smooth, that's all."
"Tom, honey, I told you before, you can't fool me. I know you were going to say something else. I have a good idea what it is, but I want to hear you say it. Just like I wanted you to admit that you like my feet, I also want you to admit this. Now...what were you going to say? My toes look soft and ...what? Don't be embarrassed....I thought we were past that now."

I looked into her beaming face. Even though she smiled pleasantly, I still felt like I'd been snared in a net, and was about to be trussed up all nice and neat. Spurred on by hormones, I bumbled my way to that net willingly. Looking down at the table, I answered her, "Well, I was going to say that your toes look soft and ....well....kissable."

"Oh...my...that sounds so delicious. My toes are kissable? I like that. Yes, I like that a lot. My, that's a wonderful thought. Mmmm... and what about the rest of my foot... not so kissable?"
"Oh, no," I sealed my fate, "not at all....every beautiful inch of your foot is kissable....I just meant...well your toes are just so playful...so....expressive...."

"Ahhh," she smiled, "there's that word again. I like that, and yet I don't even know what you mean. So, what do you mean?"
"Well," I fumbled for the right words, "you move your feet so...playfully...like they're having fun teasing me or something. Your feet seem to be an extension of your own personality... or maybe they have their own... I don't know...mischievous? personality. Guess I'm not making much sense, am I?" I fidgeted again, sighing and feeling utterly lost, unable to communicate that I found her feet not only beautiful, but seductive... enticing.
"On the contrary...you're making perfect sense to me... but, I am disappointed in something."
"What's that?" I asked, somehow feeling desperate to please her.
"Well, my beautiful, expressive feet have been wiggling in your lap, eagerly awaiting their massage, for a while now...and no massage has been forthcoming. Are you going to rub them for me or not?"

The End

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2005-08-12T08:25:00.000-07:00

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2005-08-12T08:21:00.000-07:00

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Sweet blond in stiletto platform shoes

2005-07-31T03:31:00.000-07:00

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First footjob from my wife

2005-07-31T03:21:00.000-07:00

(true story from friend of mine)

My foot fetish started when I was 10 years old. But, I've never really acted upon the fetish until I married my wife 3 years ago. I'm 31 now. My wife has the most perfect size 6.5 I have ever seen. I judge other feet based on my wifes feet. My wife has always thought that my foot fetish is a weird thing. But she always welcomes my sniffing, sucking, licking, holding, massaging, and caressing of her perfect feet. Then I tell her that I wanted her to give me a footjob, she would say "No way that's weird!!! You do whatever you want with my feet while I'm alseep.". Needless to say, that I've pleasured myself numerous times to her feet while she's sleeping, she's a very deep sleeper, so whatever I do to her feet never wakes her up. Then, one day, she was reading a book in the living room while sitting on the sectional resting her back on the corner of the sofa. She had her legs and perfect feet resting on the sofa, and not the automan (footrest thingy). So, I was just fooling around and laid down on my back on the other end of the sofa with her feet resting in between my crotch. To my surprise, she start rubbing her feet on my crotch and massaging me. It seemed like she knew what she was doing, cause it felt so great. So, I decided to take my shorts off and let her continue from there. She was completely cool with it. And she gave me my very first footjob. And it was amazing. I made a mess of the sofa, but it's from Ikea, and totally washable. My wife truly loves me, even the foot fetish side of me.

Dangling highheel shoes

2005-07-31T02:58:00.000-07:00

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Little fantasy was born in my footfetish oriented mind bout this woman:

She came to my home and we decided to watch some DVD’s on the couch.
Now, I had told her of my…affection for WOMAN'S FEET before, but I was not sure that she completely understood exactly what that meant.
Anyway, we were watching a movie and she had removed her shoes and I saw her barefeet. She asked me if she could have a FOOT RUB, and who am I to tell a beautiful woman no, right guys?
So, she put them in my lap and I started to massage them and she seemed to enjoy it with the little “oooo’s” and “mmmmm’s” After a little while of this, she told me to wait and dug in her purse and pulled out some scented lotion and asked me to use it.
Now they are a size 9 and some might think that was big, but I like them. The toes are a little longer than I am used to, but am I going to complain? Hell no, I LOVE them.
So, I squirted a little lotion on my hands and began to rub and massage them. Now, I am guessing that anyone here would know what was going on in my mind and in my pants. So I massaged one for a while them moved on to the other one.
I wanted so badly to feel her foot stroking me, but I wasn’t sure if she would be OK with that, so I continued to massage.
As it got later I figured, what the hell and raised the foot that I was not working on and kind of put it on top of my pants above my swelling dick.
She kinda of giggled and me, being sensitive about this portion of my life, stopped and began to massage it. Well, she playfully placed the one I was not working on back on my crotch and wiggled her toes. I almost jumped. I tell y’all it felt so GOOOD!
So, I continued to massage and she continued to tease and I kind of leaned back a little to relax and enjoy it more. She asked me if I liked it and I told her I liked it a lot. This went on for a while then she told me to take it out.
At first I was not sure what she meant, then I figured it out. So, I undid my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers. She asked me to show her what I liked, so I put her foot, the sole, against the underside and slowly stroked it with her foot.
She started to do it on her own and told me that if I continued to rub her, she would continue to rub me. I was ecstatic!
This went on for a time and I could feel myself getting so close and I told her. I asked if I could cum on her feet and she told me, as I have been told before that as long as I clean it up that I could. So, I EXPLODED all over her foot, making sure to cum between her cute/sexy toes. (I love to cum between the toes; call me nuts, but I LOVE it)
Then I cleaned off her foot and we made a deal. I would rub her feet whenever she wanted as long as sometimes I could do that. She told me of course and also that it felt kind of GOOD. And, just for sake of completeness, her part of the deal is that she is also NEVER allowed to remover her own shoes/socks/stockings et al in my presence. (That is also a love of mine, to UNDRESS the feet)

OK, that is enough of my perversion for now… Heh!

Adventure of a young foot fetishist - part 1 of 2

2005-07-26T06:24:00.000-07:00

story by Lady_Shiva

As I sat at one of the tables, grumbling to myself and munching McDonald's finest, a woman came in and ordered some food. I noticed her casually, because she wasn't a beauty, really, though she had lush lips and a mysterious face.... like one of those classy "dames" in an old detective movie . She was just a tiny bit on the plump side....more like full bodied, but firm. Her hips were well shaped, forming what appeared to be a delightfully soft, round bottom that struggled playfully against her snug, mid-thigh length dress. I wouldn't call her waist trim, but she was nowhere near fat. She filled her tight black dress admirably, with curves in all the right places. Her hair was black...long and shiny. Her eyes were likewise dark. Her hair, eyes and lips contrasted her light complexion, as did the black dress. Her feet clacked on the floor as she walked to a table in her black high heels. To complete her dark ensemble, she wore sheer, smoky colored stockings. As I said, she wasn't starlet material, but she was a knockout the way she was dressed, especially to a college boy who was used to girls in jeans and sandals - or, worse yet, sneakers.

Other than admiring her briefly, I really didn't pay too much attention to her at first. As I said, I was twenty, and this woman, though attractive, appeared to be in her mid thirties. And as we all know, the watchword back then was, "never trust anyone over thirty". Besides, I was too busy bemoaning my life at home and my dateless existence at school. I contented myself with chewing down food and wallowing in self pity. I didn't notice the attractive woman sit at a booth to my right and slightly behind me. I continued to enjoy my self-imposed isolation dinner.

Now, I've had my foot fetish as far back as I can remember, and any man out there who shares this fetish knows one sound better than any other in the entire world...the sound of a woman's shoes clunking to the floor as she kicks them off to comfort her feet. Well, as I sat there chewing away, I heard that sound. Clunk....clunk, I heard....definitely the sound of two shoes dropping to the floor. Reflexively, I turned my head toward the sound. The darkly clad woman had indeed removed her shoes and was sitting there with her stocking clad feet on top of her shoes. As she ate, her toes gripped the tops of the heels of the shoes and played with them, sliding them around under the table. Smiling, I watched her unconsciously shuffling the shoes around with her feet.

Apparently, I wasn't very discreet about watching. Discretion isn't a strong suit of young men that age, and certainly wasn't one of mine. So, as luck would have it, the woman looked over at me, caught the trajectory of my stare, and looked down at her feet, curious if something was wrong under her table, no doubt. When I saw this, I came out of my trance and quickly turned my head back around to concentrate on my food. Behind me and to my right, I thought I heard very faint laughter...but prayed it was just my imagination.

After a while I heard several clunks, the shoe sound again but repeated over and over. Once again, my head instinctively swiveled around to look for the source of the sound. The woman was now lifting her shoes with her toes and dropping them on the floor under her table, repeatedly. Five, six, seven times she did this... and when I eventually looked up, I saw her looking directly at me....and smiling!

Immediately I snapped my head back forward and slumped down over my burger...embarrassed as hell. I felt an angry muscle spasm in my neck, no doubt from its having been so suddenly whipped around forward, and my right hand instantly shot up to begin rubbing the clenching knot. Even through the pain and rubbing, my only thought was a fervent hope that the woman didn't really know where I had been looking, or why. I prayed she didn't notice me looking at her feet...or that maybe she just thought I was attracted to the sound and looked only for that reason. My mind concocted all sorts of reasons she might think of as to why I was looking under her table...hopefully, anything other than the fact that I was ogling her feet.

After several minutes with no laughter or tossed insults from the woman, I felt safe again. My embarrassment waned and I felt secure enough to try a sneaky peek back at her feet. Before doing so, however, I decided to turn my head barely enough to strain my eyes to the right and see her face, to be sure her eyes weren't looking in my direction. When I saw that she appeared to be focusing once again on her meal, I felt secure enough to once again admire her feet. When I slowly aimed my dilated pupils downward, the scene was quite different. The woman was once again wearing her shoes....or rather I should say she was wearing her left shoe. Her legs were now crossed, right over left, and her right shoe was dangling hypnotically from the end of her toes. It was almost as if that shoe dangled from the very tip of the toenail of her great toe. I was amazed it could remain dangling at all, and not fall with a clatter (or clunk) to the floor. It seemed to defy the laws of gravity and physics.

Alas...it couldn't defy gravity forever. I watched as the shoe, seemingly in slow motion, finally released its tenuous grip on the tip of that toe and fell to the floor. So mesmerized was I that I never heard the clunk this time. I simply stared in awe at the gorgeous, stocking covered toes that had just dismissed the shoe. The stocking was so sheer that even where it was reinforced at the heel and toes I could easily see through it...an almost nonexistent, delightfully gossamer shading of her pretty foot. And joining that reinforced toe and heel of the stocking was a reinforced strip, maybe a half inch wide, that ran from toes to heel, directly down the middle of the sole. My eyes feasted on that hose in such minute detail that it seemed I could pick out every single criss-cross of the nylon weave, and my vision could burrow between them to the soft flesh beneath. Sexy stockings for a very sexy foot, I thought. And just as I could feel my face smiling, a cold chill ran down my spine. I realized, shuddering, that I'd once again been staring. Fear of being caught sent dribbles of sweat down my back and neck. Afraid to make even the slightest movement, I took a deep breath and prepared to slowly turn around to once again face my burger. My hope was that a lack of sudden movement on my part would prevent the woman's eyes from being drawn in my direction, and I could avoid any embarrassing attention.

This time the light laughter was unmistakably clear. I was frozen, still admiring that lovely foot, afraid to look up....afraid to even move. I had no clue what to do next. And then those nylon-covered toes started wiggling and stretching and flexing. That attractive foot became very animated, rotating slowly at the ankles, toes wriggling, sole extending and flexing. I watched that sole smooth out completely under the nylon, and then wrinkle erotically along with the nylon as the foot danced and frolicked... candy for my admiring eyes. The pounding college-boy boner in my shorts wanted me to keep looking, even though I knew in my heart I'd been found out. I was caught in a scary yet exciting dilemma... somewhere between the fear of being discovered as a lover of women's feet (and thereby possibly branded as a pervert) and the excitement of having a woman actually know that I was turned on by her feet.

Finally, my head still bent downward, I rolled my eyes up....hoping the woman would be concentrating on her meal and not have the slightest clue that I had once again been indiscreet. No such luck. She was sitting back against the padded back rest of the booth, her arms folded across her chest, and looking directly at me. Again her lush lips formed a smile on her pale skinned face. Her dark eyes, under equally dark bangs, twinkled with a kind of mischievous glimmer. As I looked at those impish eyes, she once again chuckled.
"You like my feet?" she asked bluntly, without batting an eye.
"Excuse me?" I mumbled, still trying to feign innocence, though I stammered even those two simple words. My heart was pounding like a bass drum inside my chest. Even through the blood rushing in my ears that response sounded lame. But, caught by surprise like that, and once again embarrassed, my brain couldn't come up with anything else. In fact, under the circumstances, I do believe I was fortunate to manage that much, without swallowing my tongue.
"Or maybe it's my stockings you like?" she continued.
"I ...um....I'm not sure...I don't understand what you're....." I babbled.
"Really?" she interrupted, a cocky grin permeating her face, "well, maybe it's just me, but I could swear you've been staring at my feet ever since I took my shoes off."

... continues on part 2

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2005-07-26T06:20:00.000-07:00

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It was the night before last valentines day, me and my friend Stephanie were going to see a movie and eat out. I got to her house and she was foxy as usual. She had on a long, black, spandexy kind of skirt on, with black pantyhose and thigh high black stockings over them. After she was finished getting ready, we got in the car and headed to the theatre. We bought our tickets and got settled in our seats. She rested her feet up on the seat in front of us. During, just about, the whole movie, I kept staring at her beautiful legs. She knows that I have an overwhelming fetish for pantyhose covered legs, and an even greater obsession for nylon covered feet. In about the middle of the movie she complained that her shows were killing her feet, so she took them off and rested her feet right back up on the seat in front of us. My heart was racing, I felt myself getting harder and harder, like she was turning up the voltage to some machine just by the stretching and wiggling of her nylon encased toes. I couldn't bare to look much longer, I don't know about some guys, but my eyes water when I get really really turned on. She knew she was teasing the fuck out of me, I kept telling her to put her shoes on, but she refused. I tried not to look at them for the rest of the movie. As soon as she saw me she would tease me even more by hiking up her skirt some and sliding her right foot up and down her left leg slowly with a grin.

The movie finally ended and she put her shoes back on and we made our way back to the car. While I was driving to the restaurant, I kept dreaming away of her feet rubbing me all over, but I'd stop and start feeling pitiful, cause I knew none of it would happen, she had a girlfriend and I was just her friend. It was very frustrating for me.

We finally got the restaurant and got situated at our booth. Then she took her damn shoes off and laid her feet right beside me opposite from where she was sitting! I asked, "Why are you torturing me like this?", she just said "I'm not doing anything..", with a smirk. I would occasionally glare at her feet, and bring my eyes back up. I didn't say much during the meal. I looked over at her feet again and said "You have to move them! You are making me crazy!" Then her feet moved off the seat and I felt relieved somewhat. Then I felt something press against the side of my knee and I just stared at her with my watery eyes. I couldn't speak, she just had this really crazy smile on her face and I felt the the pressure slide from the side of my knee to my inner thigh and finally pressed against my crotch!

I couldn't believe she was doing this, I wanted to resist, but it was no use, I couldn't resist this. I was afraid to look down, but I did... and I saw her webbed toes pointed towards my face and they curled inward, the sole of her foot pressing harder against my dick.. I don't even have to tell you.. I was ..hard. She straightened her toes out and slid her foot up and down on my crotch under the table. My face turned red, I finally said something though, since we had just seen Varsity Blues, I looked up at her and said, "Stephanie.. your foot is on my weeeeeiner..", just like the red neck guy in the movie. She laughed and then her other foot slid under my crotch... I could feel her toes just behind my balls moving up and down... I ate what was left of my fries very slowly so I could savor the moment longer. I told her right on the spot while waiting for the check that she had just given me the most erotic experience of my life and I could tell she was eating it up by her facial expressions. But it was time to go, she told me to put on her shoes so I did, aching for those feet to touch me more and more while I put her shoes on her.

When we got in the car she took them off again and laid her feet in my lap. I massaged her feet while they laid there on my lap, but I was kind of disappointed cause she wasn't doing anything. Then she removed her feet from my lap and took of her seat belt. "What are you doing?", I asked, and she went between the front seats to the back seat of the car. I wasn't sure what she had planned, until I felt her foot slide up the back of my neck, I almost fainted my feelings were so intense and she was so unexpected in every instance, so unexpected and intense that I couldn't even react!

After rubbing her feet up and down the back of my neck, head and the side of my face, both of her legs came around the sides of the seat and pressed against my stomach. She is very good with her feet, and she lifted up my shirt with her toes and slid them down the waist line of my pants, which I individually unbuttoned and unzipped. I could barely drive!! She was making me throb and pant. I could feel her feet going really deep into my pants then sliding up my dick repetitively. I pulled out my dick from my underwear and she slide her foot sideways across it so slow and with the perfect pressure, she was playing my dick just like a violin. The soles of her feet were so soft and squishy, I loved feeling them pressed against my cock. I could feel my cum all over my penis and her feet were pretty well soaked too. All good things come to an end and as we were only less than a mile away from her house she got back in her seat put on her shoes, and I zipped up my pants etc.. I was still panting for more, but I didn't say anything else. When we got to her house I said, "Thanks for the great evening" with a big smile. She smiled back and said "I'll call you tomorrow, bye"

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QUENTIN TARANTINO'S FOOT FETISH

2005-07-18T07:33:00.000-07:00

by Luis Calvo,[HollywoodInvestigator.com]

It's no secret that Quentin Tarantino has a foot fetish. The subject of his obsession with ladies' paws was discussed in a Village Voice article last year, quoted on the Everything Tarantino site:
"When Thurman's The Bride wakes from a coma and escapes from the hospital in Kill Bill, she struggles to get her paralyzed feet to regain sensation. For what seems like minutes these totemic toes fill the screen. The guy digs her dogs, and he turns them into something huge and pure pop on the screen—you want to shout at them toes to start a-wiggling. It's not just that he's a foot fetishist, but that he takes what he cares about—personal, quirky stuff—and transforms it into art. He hooks you in, too." New York Metro shares as part of a guide on Pictures: Tarantino, Quentin: his huge foot fetish, p. 314.

Two books, published in January, reportedly mention Tarantino's foot love: Joe Eszterhas's memoirs of his years racking up $3-4 million paychecks to write classic films like Basic Instinct and Showgirls, Hollywood Animal, and Peter Biskind's account of the 1990s indie film scene focusing on Sundance and Miramax, Down and Dirty Pictures. Cindy Adams's column in The New York Post shared one catchy line from Hollywood Animal: "Quentin Tarantino sucked Cameron Diaz's feet."

True Tarantino buffs should've known this already. His movies don't feature graphic sex scenes or nudity, but most hint at his foot fancy:

* Reservoir Dogs. No female characters here, no ladies' feet, the budget probably didn't allow for them.

* Pulp Fiction. A close shot of Mia (Uma Thurman) as her feet glide across her bedroom. "When Tarantino was meeting with her about Pulp Fiction, he reportedly proffered a friendly foot rub. In that movie, mobster Tony Rocky Horror got tossed out of the window by Ving Rhames for giving Thurman's character a foot massage.” (Village Voice)

* From Dusk Til Dawn. From what curvy part of Salma Hayek's physique does Tarantino, who wrote the script but didn't direct, sip liquor off of? Nope, her bare toes.

* Jackie Brown: Louis (Robert De Niro) first spots Melanie (Bridget Fonda) early in the film by noticing her toe ring next to his drink. A closeup of Fonda's footsies next to his ice-filled drink does catch the eye though.

* Kill Bill: "When Thurman's The Bride wakes from a coma and escapes from the hospital in Kill Bill, she struggles to get her paralyzed feet to regain sensation. For what seems like minutes these totemic toes fill the screen. The guy digs her dogs, and he turns them into something huge and pure pop on the screen—you want to shout at them toes to start a-wiggling." (Village Voice)

We'll pass on asking what sparks his obsession with bizarre forms of sex. Two white guys joke about being raped by black men in Reservoir Dogs, while two white guys rape a black man in Pulp Fiction. Oh yeah, and sex with a female coma patient is truly disgusting even if it is Uma Thurman.

But her feet? Hey, to each his own.

Copyright by Luis Calvo.

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2005-07-15T04:38:00.000-07:00

Nancy is at some of her old tricks again. She is the gorgeous wife of my best friend, and at 44 years of age she still commands attention. She is 5'8 135 pounds with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and pink pouty lips. The thing most amazing about her is her beautiful size 8 feet, that she loves and has a fetish for as well. She gets them pedicured weekly, they are so soft, they slope, and her toes decend evenly, but her big toes are prominent. As pretty as they look, they can really smell, and they do sweat a lot in shoes. A few weeks ago, four couples, including my wife and I, Nancy and her husband, Fred and Sandra and Bob and Lori went Upstate to a resort together. It was a great weekend, but one event stood out to me. A group of us were at the pool lounging around. At one point most of the gang was busy swimming or doing something, leaving Nancy, Lori and myself at the pool lounging on those long chairs. Nancy looks at me with a twinkle in her eye, and then at Lori. Lori is such a sweet woman, but a bit homely to be kind. She has thin brown hair, a large nose, big round face, and is about 170 pounds and 5'7 in height. She will do anything to be nice. Nancy starts exercising her long toned legs, and swivels and maneuvers her perfect feet. Lori is looking at them, admiring their beauty every bit as much as I am. Lori is on one side of her, I'm on the other. OOOOWWWWW!!! Nancy yells, and grabs her gorgeous bare right foot, eeeewww that hurts! Lori jumps to attention, leans toward Nancy's sexy foot, and asks what's wrong? I have a severe cramp in my foot, do you see anything wrong? Nancy moves the foot right near her face, within inches, and leans back grimacing. Lori grabs hold of her bare foot, to get it out of her face, smiles, looks at the foot, and says she doesn't see anything. Nancy's feet have been in these old closed toe brown leather mules all morning, and her feet were sweaty and smelly and she knew it! Could you please rub it, it really hurts! Lori started massaging the sweaty foot, trying to be nice. Please rub it harder, and Nancy moved it toward her un-aware face again. I hope my foot doesn't smell too bad, Nancy teased. It's alright, Lori said, trying to be sweet. Are you sure Nancy said, and the bold bitch put her size 8 foot right in this poor woman's face. Please smell it and tell me it is really not bad. Lori was surprised and a little annoyed, but, she really did smell her foot!!! I watched it, and Lori gave a funny smile, and said, well it does kind of smell. Really, no it doesn't Nancy continued! Yea, it does, Lori said, and continued rubbing the foot, but moved it to her lap. Is this one alright? Nancy lifted her other foot laughing, and placed it right in front of Lori's face, come on, smell this one, tell me is it bad too? Lori did it! Maybe she secretly enjoyed sniffing the pretty bare foot. She took a deep smell.... EEEEWWWWW! she laughed, that one is even worse! Could you rub that one too? Lori said sure, at least your feet are pretty! Wow, I was loving this. I try to keep them pretty, Nancy said, I had my toes painted shady rose do you like it? She lifted her right foot up to Lori's face so she could see her pretty toe nails. I love my feet, Nancy said, I just wish they didn't smell! Me too Lori said, now rubbing both her feet. Go ahead sniff my feet again, I like when you do that and make the funny face!!! Lori bent down and really sniffed her toes, right there in broad daylight by the pool. EEEEWWWWW! Lori smiled again, they do stink! Like how, Nancy asked? Salty sweat, Lori said. No more smelling them for me, and I think my massage is done too. Your so sweet Nancy said, leaned foward and kissed her on the cheek. You made me feel so good! I wish I could say the same, Lori joked! I didn't have to joke, I felt great too!!!!!!

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2005-07-11T05:34:00.000-07:00

You guys probably won't believe this story, but I assure you that it's all true. I was on a cross-country flight this weekend. Near the end of the flight, I got up to go to the bathroom behind me. As I was walking back, I noticed that the girl behind me had on sandals and she had very nice feet. I kind of walked slowly by her and looked at her feet. Then, I took a quick glance at her face and noticed that she was looking at me with an "I know what you're doing" kind of grin. When I came back from the bathroom, she had her sandals off and her right leg crossed over her left with her right foot on the metal rail on the bottom of the back of my chair. I didn't think that much of it at the time. After all, there were a bunch of women on the plane with their shoes off. After a short while, after having forgotten about it, I looked around to see if I could find a flight attendant. I had some trash that I wanted to get rid of. As I was looking, I noticed that the girl behind me had her bare foot up against the side of the bottom of my chair. I figured I would give it a shot. I subtlely put my hand on the side of the chair and slowly moved it in the direction of her foot. Eventually, I gently touched her foot and pulled away a little bit, as if showing that I didn't mean to. To my surprise, she not only didn't move her foot away, but a few seconds later she actually moved her foot closer to my hand. So, I tried again, this time again just very gently touching her toe. This time, I kept it there for a second, then only pulled my hand back a tiny bit. I waited for a few seconds and, to my eternal surprise, she then moved her foot to my hand and rubbed it a little bit! I just about crapped my pants. Slowly but surely we got a little more into it until I had my fingers on both the top and bottom of her toes and was quite obviously rubbing them. After probably about 20 seconds, the freaking flight attendant finally came to get the garbage. Argh! She bumped my arm and totally ruined the mood. I sat up, gave her the trash, subtlely looked to the side of my chair and noticed that the girl's foot wasn't there anymore. At first I was pretty upset and I stood up to walk around to let off my frustration. Plus, my legs were pretty stiff by that point. When I got back near my seat, though, I had one of those moments like in the movies where it suddenly sings, "Hallelujah!" The girl behind me had put her beautiful bare feet as far as she could underneath my seat! I just about fainted. So, I sat down in my seat and put my head on my lap like I was sleeping there. Then, I reached down and I slowly started rubbing her feet again. Unfortunately, this only went on for about a minute before we started our descent. A flight attendant went by me and asked me to sit up straight and that was the end of my little adventure. My wife was sitting right next to me this whole time. Looking back on the situation, I totally should have told my wife about it, because my wife is not only bisexual, but she likes girls' feet, too. I think she totally would have joined me. I was so shocked by the situation at the time, though, that I wasn't thinking clearly. I just couldn't believe that such a situation would arise, so all the blood rushed from my brain to my...well, you know, and my brain ceased functioning. After the flight, the girl behind me smiled at me, but I wasn't sure how to approach it with my wife. My wife likes to do things with other girls and with me at the same time, but if she found out that I rubbed that girl's feet without her she probably would have gotten mad because she hadn't been included. Because of this, I was scared to bring it up with my wife. Eventually, the girl got lost in the crowd and I didn't see her again. *Sigh* It will certainly provide a fond memory, though, and if this ever happens to me in a plan again, I'll be sure to tell me wife. Maybe we can both get in on the action!

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2005-07-03T01:31:00.000-07:00

I had a VERY interesting experience last night with some co-workers. Here's the set-up: This Friday is my last day at work, I am relocating to another part of the country. Because of this I've been going to farwell lunches and dinners for the past few days with different people that I work with. Last night I had dinner with two female friends/co-workers. They are both married and have children. And, needless to say, they are both very attractive. Rachel is tall and blonde, very elegant and a classy dresser. Melinda is a short redhead, a more casual dresser, and very athletic. I had known them both since I started working for the company several years ago. We had spoken almost every day and engaged in the sort of light flirting that goes on in offices that have not been invaded by the sexual harassment bug. Other than this interaction, neither woman had shown more than a casual interest in me.

Well, I met both ladies at a nice restaurant about 7:00pm. I wore a suit and tie because I wanted to make a good last impression. My eyes were greeted with a lovely sight as I walked into the building: Rachel and Melinda had also dressed to impress. They each wore a nice dress, and because it's getting a little cold up here, both wore hose. The fact that they were also wearing high heel pumps helped out too!

Oh, those hose clad legs and feet! How many times at the office had I watched these two dip and dangle their pumps, exposing shapely little feet encased in pantyhose (thank god for office dress codes that require hose!). I'm sure they probably had caught me staring on more than one occasion, but had never said anything about it.

I'm sure of this because of what happened next. We were led to a small circular table with a tablecloth that only extended about a third of the way to the floor. I was seated more or less across from the two babes, and we ordered drinks and appetizers.

We were laughing and having a nice conversation when the appetizers arrived. At the same time, I felt something nudge my right shoe. I didn't move, but the mystery object did, and when it slid up to my socked ankle, I tensed with excitement as I recognized it: a set of nylon clad toes.

As the toes began to gently wiggle against my ankle I swallowed hard and looked up at my dinner companions. Both ladies were still engaged in the coversation with me, and I looked hard for some sort of recognition as to which one of them was doing this. Try as I might, I could not pick up any signals from them.

Feeling my cock beginning to slowly uncoil, I tried to continue talking to the ladies. Below the table, the pantyhosed foot move surreptitiously up inside my trouser leg, the toes curling around the top of my sock. Clearing my throat and tensing again, I sat and allowed her, whoever she was, to pull my sock down around my ankle. Then I was treated to the cool, slick sensation of her nyloned foot as it caressed the bare skin of my lower leg.

She used her arch to move up and down my calf, and then would pause to make circles around my anklebone with her big toe before letting me feel the ball of her foot gliding back up under my trouser leg. After a few minutes of this she pushed her foot up my pants leg as far as it would go.

I shifted in my seat, trying desperately not to look like I was squirming under the minstrations of this very talented foot. Again I looked my companions, each a vision of beauty and both equally desireable. Yet neither of them gave a hint as to whether they were behind this devilish teasing.

My heart was beating faster and it was becoming a little difficult to talk and eat. Besides, I was past impatient to know which lady was using her pantyhosed foot so effectively on me. I envied the husband of whoever was doing this, if he got this treatment on a regular basis, he's a lucky bastard!

Pushing my chair closer to the table, I slowly reached under the table to try to feel the toes wiggling on my knee. I was able to feel them under my slacks, and they responded to my touch, wiggling more vigorously. Then they disappeared as she pulled her foot out of my pants leg and moved it up to my hand.

Ahhh the feel of her hose in my fingers! I massaged the small foot that had been delightfully tormenting me for the past 20 minutes. Now was a chance to get a reaction, and I dragged my index finger up and down the sole of the foot a few times while watching the faces of my dinner companions.

Curses! Nothing again. She's either not ticklish, or she has tremendous self control.

Frustrated, in more ways than one, I released the pantyhosed foot and made another move. I "accidently" dropped my napkin on the floor, and bent to retrieve it. But my tormenter was too quick for me. As I glanced under the table, I saw the hose clad feet of my lady friends were all on the floor, pumps firmly on their feet.

I sat back up and shook my head. I was not going to find out tonight. But when I felt the shoeless foot sliding back up my leg to my inner thigh, I decided "screw it". And for the rest of the meal I sat back to enjoy the incredibly intense sensations of..someone's..nyloned foot stroking my inner thigh.

Right before we left the restaurant, the little foot got bold, and drifted over my swollen crotch. I coughed and turned red feeling the pantyhosed toes curling over my throbbing cock, which was screaming for some hose to cum over! I glanced at my amused audience, my mind racing to figure out which of my married female friends was jerking me off with her foot here in the restaurant!

But before I could react further, the foot was gone, and my dinner companions were laughing at my apparent uneasiness. I removed my jacket before we stood up to cover my obvious bulge. We paid our check and left the place.

I walked both women to their cars and received a nice kiss from both of them. However, neither one let on if they were "the one" teasing me earlier.

So now I'm left wondering who it was and if I should follow up on this. Offhand I'd say one of them just decided to tease the shit out of me because I was leaving. Oh well, it's a great memory, but what I would have given to cum on that oh so talented little hose covered foot...

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2005-06-27T10:51:00.000-07:00

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...This is a true story, that gets me mad, but I recently got a chance to re-deem myself, I will explain further into the story. See I took this film production class last spring semester. The class only metThere was this older (older than me 22, around 40ish) gal in my class named Mary. Since day 1
we had this mutual attaction for each other, and the fact that she was married made it even more insatiable for me . I always wondered how her feet looked inside those penny loafers she always wore to class. I figured she wore about a size 10, and she was blonde; now from my experiences blonde chicks have always had "unusually scented" feet inside those socks and shoes that they wear. The last week of class I sent her an email, with a riddle, an easy riddle ,with the intent that she would solve it without a problem. I told her that if she could solve the riddle, then I would personally buy her a pizza with everything on it, and call her "Goddess Mary and lick her barefeet from the bottom up". The next day I get a return email, and without a surprise, she correctly answered the riddle. She replied by saying, "I take my pizza with mushrooms and broccoli, and hey, you gotta lick my feet". Now I assumed she was being facetious. She had taken the bait. So , the next week at class, I came in late, and the class had already begun shooting the class project with a Digital video. recorder. I looked around to see if she was there; she was busy but I looked at her feet and she was wearing slip on leather shoes. Now, I mind you, this is the first time she had worn these type of shoes and there had been other hot days where she had the oppurtunity to wear sandals and such, but didnt. I took it that she hadn't had the prior mentioning of her feet until me. Obviously, if she wanted to tease me should could of just worn open toe shoes. But these show werent revealing; these shoes were worn with the intent of being able to slip them off without hesitation, and then on again with out having to wear socks or tie them up afterwards. I wasnt able to talk to her privately afterclass, she was busy she had to catch up with her project to complete her final grade of the semester, so I left frustatedly. We keep in touch sometimes since that class, but recently I got an email from her saying "oh by the way, what happened to my pizza, and u still gotta lick my feet mister" God gave me a second chance and I was forever in his service. I made plans with her to hang out when she gets back from London on vacation. I know you guys are going to think I punked out for not doing it that day, but I #$@^% couldnt do anything about it; she had to stay after class, the professor wouldnt leave her side, and there were still other classmates working with her. I am very secretive about my fetish and didnt want to present it in front of the other people. I also didnt want it to look like I gave her a no brainer so I didnt act to much excited when I saw her in those shoes. I had to go to my night class so I couldnt stay any longer. So, there it is, but I will get my second chance and I will keep you informed on the status of my tongue and her soles, and possible take some snap shots if she lets me, and if her husband doesnt kill me...
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2005-06-24T00:48:00.000-07:00

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Teacher's Foot

2005-06-19T07:12:00.000-07:00

I had always had a fetish for high heels and bare feet ever since I can remember. In High School I had an English teacher who used to drive me crazy with her assortment of high heeled shoes she used to wear when the weather was warm.

She was in her early forties but was in excellent physical shape, and always had fresh manicures and pedicures. She wore a bit too much makeup but it served to enhance her sexuality. I sat in the front of her class just to get a better look at her feet and high heels as she would slowly walk back and forth in front of the class when teaching a lesson.

As the school year came to an end in my last year, I decided to come up with a plan to put myself in a position whereby I could touch her feet and toes without looking like a freak in case she got upset.

I wasn't sure how to do it, but one afternoon right at the end of the school year I knew I had to try something. My teacher (I'll make up a name since this is based on true events) Ms. Currie had walked into the classroom wearing a white pantsuit and white strappy heels, which were probably over three inches in height! The heels themselves were quite slender, with two thin straps crisscrossing the arch of each foot, and another two straps crossing her toes, right where her "toe cleavage" would be.

Her toenails were painted a nice deep red, and I marvelled at how high her arches were. As she walked past I could even see the tiny veins in her arches! She wasn't wearing any pantyhose either, which drove me crazy...

Needless to say, I was a mess throughout class as Ms. Currie pretty much stood in front of me while addressing the class about upcoming final exams. I still hadn't figured out how to "make my move", but I knew it had to be today.

Towards the end of class my teacher announced that we could
leave early as she had to do some spring cleaning in her
classroom before the week ended. I noticed a large stack of
heavy text books in the corner of the room and decided to offer to help out in order to stick around a bit.

I approached my teacher after everyone had filed out, and offered to help.

"Why thank you" she said, pleasantly surprised. "Why don't you help me move those text books to the storage room across the hall?"

My heart was racing now as I formulated a plan. While Ms.
Currie walked into the storage room (sort of like a very large walk-in closet) I followed behind, having grabbed a stack of books beforehand. I loved the way her high heels clicked across the tile floor. The whiteness of her pants and high heels accentuated the tanned complexion of her feet, as well as the deep red color of her toenails.

"You can carry that stack of books in here and I'll put them on the shelf, if that's ok with you" she said pleasantly.

I mumbled in agreement as I was too busy staring at her feet to really hear what she had said. It was then that a plan popped into my head...

I walked back to the classroom and picked up another stack of text books. Before doing so, I picked one up to see exactly how heavy it was. Since it was about 250 pages with a hard cover, it was surprisingly heavy. I carried the stack back to the room and noticed that Ms. Currie was staring intently at the shelves trying to figure out where to put things.

She smiled when I returned and asked me to help figure out
where this set of books should go. I summoned up my courage
and held onto one of the texts after setting down the rest.
Holding it in my right hand, I stood to the left of my teacher, and pretended to look for a place to stack these texts.

I looked over at her and noticed that she was standing with her weight centered over her right leg, leaving her left foot planted firmly on the floor, pointed slightly towards me. I stood a bit closer so that I could hold the book directly over her left foot.

I took one more look at my teacher, and saw that she was still looking the other way, high up at one of the shelves. It was then that I decided to go for it.

Holding the heavy text book in my right hand, with the spine of the book pointing towards the floor, I aimed it directly over her left foot and allowed it to slip from my grasp.

I'll never forget what happened next - the book plummeted to the floor, landing directly on Ms. Currie's left foot with a loud "whack" before bouncing off and sliding into the corner!

Everything was a blur - I heard a loud gasp of pain and surprise, then an "OUCH" and looked at Ms. Currie, who was grimacing in pain. She quickly grabbed her left foot in both manicured hands while at the same time beginning to awkwardly hop up and down on her right leg to keep her balance.

I stood there like an idiot, watching my teacher hop back and forth in the room while cradling her foot in both hands. “OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH ! OH ! OH! OH! OH! OH!” she yelped repeatedly, as she hopped up and down in front of me while clutching her sore left foot in both hands, just like a cartoon character that had received a hotfoot.

"Ouch...ouch...my foot...ooh that hurt....my poor toes!!" she continued, as she tried to stand on one leg in high heels, the pain still too intense to allow her to let go of her foot.

"I'm so sorry Ms. Currie - I accidentally dropped a book on your foot!" "Please let me look at it for you"...

She nodded her head, still grimacing as bit, and said
"ok...thanks". She gingerly placed her left foot on the floor as I knelt in front of her. My hands were sweaty and my heart was pounding as I gently took her left foot in my hands!

I slowly slid her high heel off and was surprised at how warm her foot was. I could see a slight red mark across her toes, which was where the book had landed. I rubbed her toes for a minute or two as she stood in front of me.

I must have put her at ease as I apologized, because she even made a small joke about how she should have been wearing steel-toed shoes!

I reluctantly let go of her foot and helped put her shoe back on. I was a wreck and knew I'd better leave. I mumbled another apology and made an excuse to leave. However, I was thrilled to have rubbed her foot like I did...

Girlfiend's feet

2005-06-19T07:09:00.000-07:00

I have a beautiful girlfriend and she has a size 6 feet. She's a mixture of asian and italian and looks like a white version of kristin kreuk. She has the damnest beautiful feet with that great cute arch. I always kept on commenting on how I liked her feet and she found it weird at first. But she became open minded and started searching the web on info about my fetish. One day, I picked her up from work and brought her home. upon reaching her place, she told me to remove her shoes and massage her feet. Man! I was so hard while I was rubbing those soft cute toes! She later said its okay if I want to kiss them and she even said she's willing to give me a footjob but she sucked me while I was licking and sucking her beautiful toes. I came so fast but it was the best experiece I ever had. We still do that occassionally and I get to keep her socks a lot.

feetishism open

2005-06-19T06:49:00.000-07:00

Hi! I open my blog for foot fetish lovers!
Feel free and enjoy!