A Tribute To Michelle
Chapter 1
A New Love

Published on Tuesday, August 22, 2006
This story was submitted anonymously.

Webmaster's note: This is a story about Michelle who has written stories for
us, and who has also submitted photos of her feet for everyone to enjoy.

Here are some sample photos of Michelle's sexy little feet:

Walking into his bedroom, he placed the newly printed photos on his nightstand. There were two photos, both from a woman he had recently chanced to meet on the net. They were photos of feet, beautiful feet, exquisite feet, her feet.

One picture depicted her dark stockinged legs resting upright against a lightly colored wall. The second, another well composed photo, showed one dark nyloned foot resting on top of her tennis shoe, the other foot still secretly hidden away, trapped within it's white canvas and rubber prison. Her nails were natural, there was no need for color to steal the attention from either photo. Both were sexy and erotic, and both had a plan in his evening. A long believer in masturbation as nature's harmless way of inducing sleep, he was confident this night would again prove his theory correct.

Undressing, he climbed into his bed. After stretching the day out of body, he proceeded to roll over on to his side to allow a more comfortable position for viewing and play, one hand clutching the photo, the other to his means of release.

To begin walking this path of bliss she had provided him, he chose the photo of her extended legs. The shoe photo, as much as he loved it, would have to wait for another day. Although his newly found acquaintance only recently discovered the joys of having her little size six feet admired, her legs - which were as beautiful as her feet - still laid waiting in her mind.

As he began his study, he felt like an explorer sailing to a new world. The length and shape of her legs, the beauty of her childlike white skin showing through their nylon wrapping, slowly began his voyage. Her small delicate nails lightly stretched the stockings, providing an inside glimpse at the beauty of her perfectly formed little toes. It was art. They were the prize, exposed to show, exposed to tease. He knew his choice of pictures was correct.

He studied each toe, each crevice, each nail. Along with the sweeping curves of her feet, together they joined to form an object of profound beauty. As he felt the stirrings begin in his mind, his body reacted. His excitement no longer just a mental picture, his penis grew to its fully hardened length in a matter of minutes. The power this woman's feet possessed was astounding, he thought. He could not remember the last time he became so hard so quickly. Little did he know, the photo and this unknown mystery woman, were silently and deeply invading his body.

Although their friendship had grown through common courtesy and understanding, he found himself slowly drifting into a space he preferred not to enter. Upon her insistence, he had agreed to report back to her if he ever used her photos for sexual release. It was a small price to pay (or so he thought). Originally hoping to keep this evening restricted to a physical plane, thus keeping his explanation, and experience, as simple and unquestionable as possible, he found himself helpless to that wish. He began lusting. The photo, cut off at mid thigh, stirred his imagination, forcing him to look into the open space below to create what he was not being shown - her sex. He found this opened the door to many questions. Did she keep it trimmed? Was it shaved smooth? Was it a ivory in color like the rest of her body? Would it's pink center reflect the pink in her soles? Oh, the questions. Questions that were none of his business. He had to get back to her feet ... he knew what he was doing was not permitted.

Returning quickly to the photo, he found himself in the ackward position of now being envious of her husband. He began to wonder what joys she provided him with those exceptionally tiny extremities. What he felt when her feet took him to release. What joy he must feel when she placed both of them on his face. These were emotions, and scenarios, he did not want to share. He had promised her (again on her insistence) that he wouldn't venture into their lives, even in his thoughts. He was to enjoy what he was given as it was given. Although he had only known her for a few short weeks, he knew she was a very intelligent woman. He would not be able to hide these feelings from her. She would draw them out of him, as she had in the past when she questioned him about his preferences and desires. He also knew if she had to draw out these forbidden emotions, their friendship and the photographs, would cease. It would not be worth the risk. He would tell her. She would understand. After all, he was only human.

As much as he tried to center his thoughts, to stay within the pre-established boundaries, his body would not allow it. Shifting his position slightly, he felt a drop of wetness land on the inside of his thigh. His cock was lubricating itself, seemingly ready for release. His precum began flowing, inviting him to play. He ran his fingertips over the head, spreading the lubrication. Tightening his muscles he could feel the juice push upward thru it's crushed channel with each clench. Taking his palm, he continued to spread the warm liquid over his entire length. This photograph is powerful, he thought, she was powerful. Again, without his consent, his imagination took the scene. His eyes, now kept locked on to the photograph for protection, only fed his desires. What would it feel like have his heavy ballsack caressed by this woman's nimble little toes? What would it feel like to have her slowly rub her pink soles up and down his hard, slippery shaft? What would her feet taste like, smell like? Would they be as adoring to kiss as they are to look at? Could that even be possible?

Sensory overload was now prevailing, he was fast approaching the edge. His mind, now filled with guilt, continued it's questioning. What did her skin taste like? What did she taste like? What scent would fill the air upon her arousal? It was an endless array of forbidden questions, carelessly scattering thoughts in his mind. He was hard, so hard. His questions remained unanswered, but the relief his body craved began to overcome his thoughts. The excitement he had created with the aid of this devine photo was mounting quickly. The end was near. He felt a sudden twitch. His desire to make this wonderful excursion last any longer was futile. She was in control. Without a second thought, he placed the photo on the bed beneath his firm demanding cock, and he ejaculated. Each pounding release bringing a feel of joy and sorrow. Each spurt reminding him of his adoration, reluctantly telling him that the fantasy was over.

After taking a brief period to unwind, to allow his heart to catch up with his still fast paced breathing, he reached to place the photo back on his night table. Now dripping wet over it's entire length, his eyes could not look away as some of his cum overran the photograph and spilled onto his sheets. He then watched as more escaped its platform and fell to the floor. Suddenly, he shuttered. Seemingly out of nowhere he felt another strong feeling of guilt overtake him.

As he tried explaining it to himself, he began to question the two spills. Nothing had been discussed about what he was to do with his offering if he did use the photos, so there was nothing to feel guilty about. Yet he felt that what he had witnessed was not an appropriate ending for the use of such a fine gift. Her feet seemed to deserve more. She semed to deserve more. He would ask, he knew already to ask. Looking at the now altered photo, he was reminded of a relief map he had made in his childhood ... her dark legs now a sea of beauty, covered in islands of snow capped mountains.  He found it a fitting tribute to such beauty and grace.

Tonight's successful study over (as they had all been throughout the years), it was now time for rest. As he silently thanked his angel, his eyes began closing. Glancing over at the clock, he saw her other photo. The dark nyloned toes standing out so beautifully, the thin white nail of her big toe lying right below the thin film, all beckoned for the same attention. Tomorrow he would report. If she was pleased, he knew it would be next. Looking up at the blank ceiling, a warmth overcame him from deep within. Smiling, he fell fast asleep.