Primordial Desire

Published on Wednesday, December 7, 2011
This illustrated story was submitted by Lissa.

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(Photos of Lissa's feet are included)

My feet ache for you, throbbing with desire yet unrequited. I long to caress you, for those fleeting moments when you are my heart and soul; I would do whatever you asked of me to bring you pleasure. Your release, your fulfillment is my sacred joy.  

The  first moment my silken feet touched your hardness, my heartbeat quickened and I too was am caught up in desire. I slowly moved my feet up and down your shaft. Your moans encouraged my feet to grip you harder, release my desire through each silken toe. My only focus in that moment was to be the instrument of your fantasies, to give you exactly what you crave.

Even now thinking about my feet on your immensely hard member makes my heart beats faster and my loins throb with a primordial desire. A desire that only you can quench. This however is not my destiny. My destiny is to satisfy your every wish.

With you firmly grasped between my feet, I pause for a moment to put on the silk stockings you had given me. In mere moments my stockings glided up and down you as I intensified my caress- my motions faster and harder. I had you trapped between the objects of your fantasies.

My beautiful feet were adorned with the finest silk stockings and anklets of shimmering silver. You loved when the anklets rubbed against your exposed shaft, a little twinge of pain to make your pleasure all the sweeter.

You rearranged my feet so that your shaft rested on my left foot while my right foot covered the entire length of your glorious manhood. Once my feet were position and  to your liking, I fell into a frenzied rhythm;my right foot caressing every faster as though possessed by some unknown force.

My toes curled around the head of your member, the dampness wetting my toes ever so slightly. My toes found a spot that made your whole body shake. It was then that I explored that wet engorged area with such exuberance that the whole world seemed to stand still. I could hear my breath but everything else faded into the background as my toes took turns rubbing the spot that I had found. The world came crashing back into focus as you let out a guttural cry of fulfillment. You soaked the thin silk of my stockings with your essence. I nearly wept with joy, feeling a large pool of thick, creamy liquid warm the bottom of my foot.

I cleaned your shaft dry with my tongue not wanting to waste a drop of your life’s force. I drank it down like the finest wine until the very last drop sliding lazily down my throat.

As always, you said nothing. You left a new pair of stockings and a little box wrapped in iridescent silver paper- a gift for my willingness to serve you- and let yourself out of my apartment. I removed the sparkling gold bow from the top of the box and ripped it open with childlike delight. In the box there was a silver toe ring surrounded by a circle of delicate spikes. I took the ring out and slipped it on the toe adjacent to my right big toe. Underneath the ring was a folded note. It read “Use this ring to pleasure me the next time we meet.” The note was signed with only one letter a formal script letter G. This was all I knew of the man I shared such intimate moments with.

With that I laid my head down on my pillow, spiked ring still on my toe,  and fell asleep w my feet still dripping hot liquid and a smile upon my face.