Denise's Feet
(Published on Saturday, January 25, 2003)
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Denise was my girlfriend a few years back. She was 28 when we started dating. The thing I will always remember about her was her awesome feet, and her total accommodation of my foot fetish. Unfortunately I ran around on her, and wound up losing her. But to this day I think about her feet all the time.

When I first started dating her, I was shy about letting her know about my foot fetish. I have indulged my fetish with several women, but I am always cautious at first, not wanting them to think I'm weird or something. During the first 5 months that I dated her, I would kiss her feet some during sex, but she didn't acknowledge it. In fact, she would usually curl her toes and tense up since she was afraid that her feet smelled bad.

I was dating a woman from my office on the side at that time who was married, and so unhappily married that she would do anything for me in the hopes of leaving her husband for me. As a result, I had all the power in that relationship and well, I took advantage of it. I wasn't particularly attracted to her, but she would let me have my way totally with her feet, so I dated her for that. She would take pictures of me kissing her feet, she wrote steamy letters to me, she would tell me about her feet on the phone while I masturbated, and she would leave me her socks and shoes after coming over to my home.

Having this other woman indulge my foot fetish so uncritically and so completely, kept me around, but it was Denise's feet that I really wanted. She would wear sandals at times and her feet were so soft and so perfect and so well pedicured. I dreamed of a day when I could have my way with her feet the way I had with my office mate. That day soon came.

The relationship moved to the next level when I called her one night and was talking to her. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I just finished polishing my toenails."

Of course that sent images through my mind, but I simply responded, "Oh."

She said, "That way you can kiss my feet."

Now up to this time, as stated before, I had clumsily kissed her feet during sex, but she hadn't verbally acknowledged it, although I figured she might be getting the picture. I responded with a tone of pleasure, but said nothing else.

Later that night we had sex, and I did move down to her feet and kiss them. She said, "Oh, kiss my feet." The next morning however, we really moved into new territory. We had been kissing and fooling around some, and I was lying next to her, masturbating when she said, "You probably want my feet don't you?"

I said, "Yes," and for the first time she turned around and put her beautiful bare feet next to my face. I remember it like it was yesterday. In my mind I was thinking I must be dreaming, I have this beautiful woman putting her feet next to my face so that I can kiss them, and she's taking my dick in her hand and going to beat me off!

Now she knew that I had been seeing someone else, although not the extent of it, and she wanted to get me away from her. So it was off to foot fetish heaven! She indulged my fantasies like never before. We would be driving in the car and she would tell me pull into a parking lot and she would let me take her shoes and socks off and kiss her feet and jack off. She wore expensive leather heels and would let me put them on her feet when we were in bed and kiss her feet with them on. Then I would take them off and smell the leather on her feet while I continued kissing them. All the while she would be saying things like, "Bury your face in my warm bare feet." "Don't let these feet get away." And, "My feet have been in my hot shoes all day!"

But the best thing she did, the absolute best thing, first came one night when we had been drinking. We were in bed, and I was kissing her feet while she was giving me a hand job when she said, "Watch me kiss my feet!" She then took the foot I wasn't kissing, pulled it up to her face and started kissing it. She kissed it, and sucked her toes, and told me she could smell her foot. I went crazy! I sat up and started kissing her foot with her, and came like never before.

But alas, all this eventually came to an end. I started running around on her with my secretary, she found out, and eventually dumped me. I did kiss my secretary's feet but it was never the same. Eventually the married woman left her husband, played second fiddle to the others for a while, but later remarried, and the feet fetish thing with her ended. I'm now dating a woman who lets me kiss her feet, but she rarely shows much enthusiasm. Denise was one of a kind, probably never to be repeated.