Mandy
(Published on Saturday, January 3, 2004)
This story was submitted anonymously by "Tom."

This was per his request in our self-publishing Story Gallery here.

I was 20 and she was 23. All the girlfriends whom I had up to that point had been two or three week wonders. Amanda was different. I'll take a moment to describe Mandy. She stood 5' 6" in her bare feet, she had long dark hair, and she looked like a cross between Gabby Roslin and Tara Palmer-Tompkinson. In other words she was a very hot looking girl indeed!

We had been dating for about a month, and nothing foot related had happened. I was a very shy person at the time, and I was incredibly ashamed of my rampant foot fetish. I took every opportunity to sniff Mandy's knickers and socks. Her favourite footwear at the time was Monkey Boots and sport socks. Monkey Boots were a kind of cheap version of Doc Martens. Sometimes she wore low heeled ankle boots. She hated the high heeled ones calling them "prostitute boots." she said they remininded her of Jack the Ripper! She flat out refused to paint her toenails for the same reason.

The dreaded evening came when I knew that I had to tell Mandy about my foot fetish. We had been drinking quite a lot. I think that it was Mandy who gave me my taste for vodka! I'm not ashamed to say that I actually cried when I told her about my foot fetish. I was so ashamed. Mandy cuddled me and told me that everything was OK.

We fell asleep and it was the next evening that I said these words to her while she was teasing me. "You'll know if you like foot worship if you let me lick your feet."

Mandy answered back, "Go on then!"

I quickly unlaced her ankle boots and put them on the floor. Mandy was watching me with a look of amusement and fascination. I pulled off her socks. Little did she know that I had been sniffing both items for a long while. From the age of 7, I had loved female feet, and now for the very first time, I would get to lick a pair. My heart was beating overtime. I was so excited. Although I had seen Mandy's bare feet before, I hadn't been able to actually smell them. They smelled of nothing, just the faint rubbery smell of her sports socks. Like a duck to water, I began licking her toes, and Mandy began to sigh and moan a little. She gave me a real poor blow job afterwards.

From that point onwards, Mandy regarded me as her "foot fetish creep," and she treated me like shit. She used my fetish to embarrass me and humiliate me. At the same time, she never denied me access to her soles and toes. Mandy loved to have her feet tickled, or as she called it, "tiggled."

Many afternoons were spent licking and ticking Mandy's feet while she read the newspapers or watched TV. If I  flagged in my duties, she would bark out, "TIGGLE!"

Mandy was also a natural barefooter, one of those girls who discard their shoes and socks before they take off their coat! The taste of carpet dirt became the top of my menu! Mandy's soles were always filthy from the dirty carpets in her mum's house! Mandy had sky high arches. She walked on tip-toes everywhere. Because of her barefoot tendencies, she had very tough foot soles. Hard skin that was fun to chew.

There were times when Mandy was not a bitch. Two times I recall best of all. Once ,and Mandy was fond of this, she loved to go without knickers. She flashed me her naked bottom. She was giggling like a maniac, and I chased her indoors. She grabbed the kitchen taps, and I pulled up her black hippy skirt, and licked her soaking wet pussy. Then I grabbed her by the ankles and licked both of her dirty feet. I quickly located her dripping pussy and fucked her.

Another time we were watching late night television when Mandy disappeared. My pheromone detector must have been working, because I wandered outside to find her peeing, which gave me an immediate hard-on. She had piss on her feet, but it didn't stop me from licking them as foreplay. She looked up at me and giggled. I was so turned on that I picked her up, carried her indoors and, screwed her. Mandy was a bitch, but she was also kind of cool.