Susan's Feet, Part 2
(Published on Monday, August 26, 2003)
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As stated in my previous letter I had now passed beyond the point of kissing Susan's feet without her full cooperation, to having my way with her enthusiastic participation. Once she got the picture, she went out of her way to please me since she never really felt she had a grasp on me, and this was one thing she knew I really liked. Over the next few months I became obsessed with her feet, and she fed my obsession.

Within a few days of the initial foot fetish session we left the office to go to my apartment. Since I had just crossed the line recently, I was exhilarated about the whole thing, but still shy about discussing it with her. As we were walking to our cars she smiled at me and asked, "Are you going to kiss my feet?"

I said, "Oh yes," and got my car. The whole way home. all I could think about was her feet. I had a raging hard on the entire drive. Thankfully, once we arrived she didn't make me wait. We were naked and on the bed in no time. I was lying on my back and she began kissing me on my mouth, then within moments she moved to my neck, then my chest, and my stomach, and then she took my dick in her mouth. Once again she bent her knees and had her feet in the air gently moving back and forth. She did this for about a minute before she turned on her side and brought her feet to my face. I took her feet in my hands and began kissing them. I kissed one foot, while I held the other foot back a little ways from my face, so that I could look at it in my hand. The sight of her toes pressed against my face, along with the smell of her foot, and the sight of the other foot in my hand about six inches from my face was more than I could handle. Accompanied by the rhythmic stroking of my dick and the sound of her voice telling me to kiss her feet, she sent me way over the top. As I climaxed, I pressed both of her feet hard against my face. I must have shot four feet in distance with an absolutely huge load.

I simply couldn't believe my good fortune. Susan was so absolutely accommodating, and uncritical. It was fantastic. As time went on, I would ask one favor after another ("Can I kiss your feet with your shoes on?" Or "Will you take my picture kissing your feet?"), expecting that at some point she would resist, but it never happened. She began writing me letters that I jack off with to this day. She took photos of me kissing her feet, and sucking her toes that I jack off to still. We hung a mirror at the head of the bed so that I could watch myself kissing her feet. I still have several pairs of her socks from those days, although I did toss her red pumps when I moved in with another girlfriend (wish I hadn't now).

One thing I miss is the times we would get together for lunch, and if we didn't have time to go to my place, she would give me her feet in the car. We would go to a remote location, she would take her shoes off, and put her socked feet in my lap. I would kiss her socked feet for a few minutes before taking her socks off, and finishing up with her bare feet. I would have one foot on my lips so that I could kiss it and smell it while she would have her other foot in my lap. She would stroke my dick with her free foot and talk to me while I buried my face in the other foot.

She was married during the first couple of years of our relationship, but got divorced. I think she thought that I would marry her, but I'm not good with commitments, so that didn't happen. She eventually found someone else, and the days of fun ended. To this day I have the pictures, the letters and the memories. Below is an e-mail that she sent me near the end. I've deleted the e-mail address for obvious reasons, changed my name, and deleted the one city reference she made, but left the rest of the letter intact. Her recollection of my initial foot fetish session with her isn't entirely correct, and mine is since it isn't something I'll ever forget. The tone is a bit angry as well, as it was near the very end. Only a couple more foot fetish sessions remained with her at this point. One little aside, my current girlfriend found this letter to my considerable horror! However she didn't get upset about it, although I was very embarrassed.

Jim-

Is this the color that you want my nails to be?  Do you remember my red nails dancing up and down your butt? Do you remember seeing those red nails flashing in the mirror?  Do you remember my tongue on your butt?  The way I used to start at the top of your butt, then worked my way down.  I would go slowly down to that spot.  Do you remember that?  I would go slowly down to that spot.  My tongue would go around it, all around it, over and over.  You liked that a lot.  Waiting for my tongue to slip inside you.  Do you remember that?  The way my fingers would stroke up and down your butt and my tongue would go all around that spot.  Finally, I would let my tongue slip inside you.  That felt intense didn't it?  When my tongue finally slipped inside you.  My fingers slipping up and down, barely touching you.  You like the way that feels don't you?  You can feel my breath on your butt.  My tongue slipping all around.  My finger slips inside you.  You moan.  You like that, don't you?  Jim-do you want to kiss my feet while I kiss your butt?

Do you remember that time, up in (city deleted),  I made you lay face down in my bed.  Naked.  You could feel the warm bed against your dick.  You were working on a huge hard on, just thinking about what I was about to do to you.  I started at your feet. Kissing the backs of your legs.  I made you slide your legs apart on the bed.  You could feel me moving up in between your legs.  The bed moving.  My hair falling on the backs of your thighs.  Then you felt me at the top of your butt.  Kissing. Breathing.  You were getting so excited.  Just knowing what was going to happen.  You were thinking about those times, that I was kissing your butt.  How my feet would be beside you on the bed.  You used to watch them.  You used to look at them.  Dreaming of the day that you could make love to them.  You would sneak little kisses here and there.  In the heat of passion, you would hold them to you.  Kiss them.  Without me really knowing that my feet were what were really turning you on.

That day on my bed, you were waiting for my feet.  You were wanting for them to come up to your face.  That is all I was wearing that day, my tennis shoes and my socks.  I finally let you see my feet.  I swung my legs up to the top of the bed.  You could see my shoes and socks.  You wanted them so badly.  I was going to make you ask for them.  Just like you did the first time.  You finally asked me for my feet.  Ask me if you can have them.  You want them badly.  I tell you that you can take my shoes off.  You start untying them.  You can smell them as you loosen my laces.  You can feel the heat coming off my feet.  You are kissing my ankles as you pull my shoes off.  I won’t let you take my socks off.  Remember, there was a rule that you couldn't remove my socks until you took care of me.

You liked the way that my socks were clinging to my feet.  I wiggled my toes a little.  You could peek inside my socks, and see my bare toes underneath.  You wanted to take those socks off so badly!  You were kissing my socked feet.  You could smell my feet while you were kissing them.  You could feel my socks on your lips.  Your fingers were stroking my socks.  You could still feel my tongue on your butt.  Going inside you.  Slipping all around the outside of your butt.  Going around that spot.  I could make you cum right now, but you want to wait until you can have my bare feet.  I want to feel your dick inside me.  I want you to kiss me.  I want to feel your fingers on my nipples.  You don’t care about any of that, do you? You are just thinking about what that will get you.  That you will get to have my bare feet.  That you will get to peel my socks off my feet.  Like you are unwrapping a present.  You start to push my socks down my ankles.  Over my heel.  Over the arch of my foot.  Kissing the whole way down.  You are so hard now Jim. You want to kiss my feet, don't you?  I want you to kiss my feet.  Kiss my bare feet Jim.  Take my socks off, slowly, watching the prize appear. Finally seeing my bare toes.  See how I  painted them Jim.  Red, just like this. Kiss my bare feet Jim.  Take my feet in your hands.  Hold them in front of you....and kiss my bare feet.  Hold the one up to your face, and kiss it.  You can look at the other foot in your hand.  You can see my bare foot, while you are kissing the other foot.  You can see my bare red toes.  You can feel my bare foot on your lips.  Feel it on your cheeks.  Jim-I want you to kiss my bare feet.  Take my feet Jim, and kiss them.  Kiss both of my bare feet.  Kiss them, and smell them, and touch them and taste them until they make you cum.  Kiss my feet Jim.  Kiss my bare feet.  Hold them close to your face, and kiss them...........

And why did you want to date other people?  I am giving you these last few items so that you will have them to keep.  As of May 16, I am going to concentrate on finding someone, and because of that, I don't feel like I can do this anymore.

So, enjoy it while it lasts, and don't hit the delete key.

Susan

I've covered the two women that I've had the best foot fetish sex with. There are others but their enthusiasm and participation weren't as intense (including my current girlfriend). I'll tell you about them in the not too distant future.