A foot fetish sex story.
Does your dream job involve working in a ladies’ shoe store, sliding and caressing their feet in and out of their shoes? Is it fire-engine red, or French tips on the toes that make your member stand at attention? Can you taste the crevices of the toes in the back of your mind? Oh, you foot fetish fiend you!!
There are so many areas of a woman’s body to get off, but for you, the only thing that matters is below the knees. Some of you like them long and lean, and some like them plump and short. Some like them bare, and some love nothing more than to see and smell those stocking feet at the end of the day.
One thing is for sure, though; you ALL worship at the altar of the throne of podophilia with religious reverence, you eagerly await commands from your goddess, and serving her drives you to new levels of orgasmic frenzy.
I should have known…out of all the things that you COULD have noticed about my picture, the part of my body that jumped out at you first and foremost was my feet. And I know you didn’t take a casual glance either. No, you dropped to your knees at the thought all the things you’d love to do to my feet. I just got a manicure, but I’d be happy to let you apply a touch-up job! Or do you like bare toes when you lick them, suck them, glide through them, hmm?
I have a variety of pumps and stilettos also for your aural, and oral pleasure. I know if you could, you would just jump right through that computer screen right now. So, why don’t you pick up the phone (I’d tell you to stop what you’re doing, but I know you’ve done that since you can’t think of ANYTHING else but my feet), and give these tootsies the proper and due worship they require!
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