Fascination - The Renaissance Girl
(Published on Saturday, April 28, 2001)
This story was submitted by Big Mitso.

For Part 1 of this story, click Insert & Squirt, Part 1.
For Part 2 of this story, click Insert & Squirt, Part 2.
For Part 3 of this story, click The Fascination: Silver Soles.

If Michelangelo had ever caught a glimpse of those perfect feet hanging off of the side of the bed, with the moonlight shinning through the window, caressing those soles, he would surely have devoted his life's work to capturing their beauty.

"Such perfection, deserves to be worshipped," I said to myself as I slowly crept into the guest room, my mind only on one mission, to worship perfection itself.

As I crept closer to the bed, I noticed that Tina was only wearing my nightshirt and that it had ridden up to reveal her perfectly rounded, nice plump ass. I felt as though I would burst from the feelings of lust that I had for her perfect feet and body.

As I reached the end of the bed and knelt down, my eyes locked on Tina's wrinkled soles. The soft moonlight accentuating every little wrinkle. I slowly started caressing them gently. I lifted both feet up to my lips and passionately kissed each sole. My loins were starting to tingle. I placed both of her soles over my face and nose and inhaled deeply. It was heavenly. The smell of leather, sweat and baby lotion.

At this point I was in such a haze of pure lust that I did not care if she had woken up and found me out. Thinking about it now, I wish that she had so that she could be fulfilled as much as I was.

I took each foot in turn and devoured their beauty. I licked and bit every little wrinkle, licking her soles from her smoothly rounded heel to the fleshy ball of her foot and the underside of her toes. I engulfed each perfect little toe, biting the neck, working my tongue around the nail, down in-between her toes, nipping the pad of each toe.

My manhood was so hard at this point. It's pressing against the constricted fabric of my pants was causing me pain. I had to feel perfection itself on the center of my sexual being. I had to satisfy my haze of lust. I gave each toe one long last act of oral love and lowered perfection to its destiny.

I clasped her feet around my manhood and held them tight, savoring their feel. I started rocking back and forth, quenching my fetish haze with every stroke. I allowed my manhood to explore every little crevice, every little wrinkle of her sole. I thrust in between each toe, getting closer and closer to that one perfect moment when all the lust that I had would be fulfilled.

At the very point of no return, through the haze of passion and ecstasy, I heard, "James, what are you doing?"