How I Became A Female Foot Worshipper
(Posted on Saturday, November 17, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously by John.

I must have been about 11 years old when one day I discovered the heavenly delight of a woman's foot. The credit goes to my cousin who used to live with us. She was 19 and at night I used to sit at the edge of her bed and beg her to tell me a story. She used to tell me provided I massaged her gorgeous feet. My tiny hands used to rub her soles and my fingers used to go between her straight beautifully formed toes. When I rubbed her feet I got a sweet smell of earth. I liked it so much that in her absence I used to lick and sniff her shoes.

One day as I had her feet in my lap for massaging her two heels happened to rest on my penis. Warm, soft but firm skin of her heels sent pleasant sensations through my boyish penis. I had never felt it become so hard. Next day I stayed a bit late in her bed. After she went to sleep I  very gently brought my lips close to her toes and kissed them. It was a heavenly pleasure. My whole body shook with excitement.

My love afair with my cousin's sexy feet went on for a year, I don't know whether she had any inkling as to what went on when she was asleep. When she got married and went away, I found a girl friend to whom I told about my foot fetish. She would very obligingly stick her feet right on to my face and rub them all over my body. Luckily, when I got married to Sue, I discovered that she also did not mind me worshipping her feet.

She knows my weakness. When we are on holidays or out shopping, if I point out someone with sexy feet, she lets me take their photograph. She positions herself such that the other woman's feet come in the frame. I have built a big collection of photos of unsuspecting females. I guess it is harmless.

Last year at a wedding reception we met our cousin. I am now 35 and she is 53 but her feet were as gorgeous as ever. I introduced her to my wife and she whispered me to perform my childhood act. My cousin was sat at a dinning table with her immaculate feet wrapped in open toes sandals. She appeared like a goddess to me. My wife dropped some coins under the table and I quickly offered to pick them up. I got on my hands and knees and inched forward towards my cousin, my goddess's feet. I sniffed her feet just like a faithful dog will do. I took my tongue out and just touched the tip of her big toe. The same sensations ran through my body, which I had felt when I was 11 years old.

As I returned to my seat my wife put her hand between my legs and felt my erect manhood. She gave me a knowing smile.

John