Sleeping Feet
(Published on Monday, May 5, 2003)
This story was submitted by dragonfire57@hotmail.com.
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of those stories that crosses the line of non-consensual sex.
However, in the context that it is written, there
is an element of consenuality that
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I first developed a foot fetish from a woman I used to live with, but I suspect it had been dormant for some time. I always had liked to see a woman ride with her feet up during sex so I could see them, especially the bottom soles, but never really understood the significance of this at the time. I was probably 26 when I first realized I could get turned on by a photo of a clothed woman showing off her soles. I learned a lot of the ropes of the fetish from my one partner, but was a bit at a loss after we broke up.
I tried to interest various partners in the realm of feet after that, but most of them really never quite got it. The one in question in this story was no exception. We had an interesting sex life for a while, but were never really that compatible. We tried a lot of different things, including some foot sex. I know that she was very aware that I always liked to have her feet in my face when we were fucking, especially when I was coming, as it tended to heighten the experience a lot, as many of you out there well know.
Things tended to go along following a mediocre path, and I took this as my lot until I slowly realized just how deeply she slept. Especially after drinking wine. I came to see that once she fell into a certain depth of sleep, her feet were mine. Over time I learned to use this fact to my advantage and gained a lot of pleasure from it. When I was sure that she was asleep, I would slowly and quietly go down on her feet, paying close attention for any changes in her breathing or sleeping rhythms.
Once I had her feet out from under the covers, I would smell them for a bit, taking in the scent of her skin. Then I would kiss the soft pads of her soles below the toes, letting my tongue come out from between my lips to lick gently as I kissed. After I covered this area, and I was always hard by then, I would give them long slow licks from the toes all the way back to the heels. I covered every inch, kissing, licking, sucking. Then I would take her toes into my mouth one at a time, sucking them gently like grapes, tasting them, revelling in their texture as they moved in and out of my mouth. I'd lick the pads beneath them and touch myself to feel the pre-cum leaking out like a faucet from the excitement that her feet generated in me. I'd press my face in between her arches to feel the skin of her feet against it, and smell them on my face.
I could suck them for hours at a time if I had the chance. Sometimes, when the sleep was deep enough, I would get out the video camera and tape my adventures at her feet for future reference. When the excitement became too urgent, I would get up off my knees and masturbate onto her feet, enjoying the thrill of watching the come cover them and run between her toes, sometimes dropping in long strings to the floor as it ran off her feet. Sometimes it would make webs between her feet, hanging between them until it lost the fight with gravity and slid off. Lots of times I just rubbed it all into her soles, wiping off any residue with a pair of her panties so that it would not be evidence of my transgression when she awoke.
Often I would catch this all on film, and enjoy the reruns almost as much as the act. When she was really out, I found that I could, if I was fairly careful and did not get too carried away, actually rape her feet. Insofar as we had a consensual sex relationship, it wasn't really rape, but it was not really consensual either, so it was a grey area. Either way, it was great.
If she was sleeping face up, I could slide my hard cock in between her big and next toe for awhile, fucking that tight space for long enough to get me really ready for the main course. Then I would pull her feet together and rub my cock in the space made between her two sets of toes when her soles more or less faced each other. Sometimes I would have to lick those areas so that there was enough lubrication to make the sliding easy, but the feel of all her toes like little bumps sliding on my cock was fantastic. I always shot all over her toes this way.
But really my favorite was when she would sleep on her stomach, and I could get her feet over the edge of the bed. Then I would lick them all over slowly to get myself hard, then lick them seriously to get them wet and ready for my cock. When they were ready, I would stand up and grab her ankles, and joyfully rape her arches, enjoying the feel of the roughness of her heels sliding against the bottom of my cock on the instroke and outstroke while the head of my cock lavished in the soft sensations from the smooth skin of her arches. This always turned me on so I would shoot great wet orgasms all over her soles that I would have to rub carefully into the skin.
Times like this were better than the regular sex when she was awake. If only she learned to enjoy the foot attention, it could have been a bigger thrill for both of us. There were times of course, that I almost got caught, times when she would move when I was about to come, and so on. There were times when I would be masturbating with her toes in my mouth, and got close and would not have stopped if she did wake up. It is possible that sometimes she did, but I have never heard about it if she did. We never talk about the foot thing, although there are times I get the impression that she knew sometimes what was going on some of those nights.
It would be nice to again find someone like that first woman, who was really into the foot thing, and enjoyed all of the attention. It would make all of it so much better.
This story was submitted by dragonfire57@hotmail.com.
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