Can you give me a hot foot fetish Story? I am in love with pretty feet and would love to talk with other people about their experiences with feet.
Foot Fetish Stories
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To ur knowledge the story is completely real, however I got the assistance of ai in order the story to have a better structure.
The heat of summer clung to the air, even at 4 a.m., as I lay awake in the small, dimly lit room. My older cousin had been out at a club all night, and Iâd spent hours waiting for him to return. The anticipation had coiled tightly in my chest, a mix of curiosity and something else I couldnât quite name. Finally, the faint jingle of keys echoed from the front door. He was home.
The door creaked open, and he stumbled in, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his blue eyes glazed over from too many drinks. He smelled like sweat, cologne, and the faintest hint of alcoholâa heady combination that made my pulse quicken. He let out a low groan as he kicked off his shoes, the sound of them hitting the floor reverberating in the quiet room.
âHey,â he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. âYouâre still up?â
âCouldnât sleep,â I lied, watching as he peeled off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. My gaze lingered for a moment before I forced myself to look away. He was my cousin, after all. But the way the moonlight caught the definition of his abs made it hard to think straight.
He took off his socks and dropped his jeans in a heap on the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. He flopped onto his bed, which was arranged in an L-shape next to mine. His bare feet hung off the edge, mere inches from my face.
A moment later, his breathing evened out, and I knew he was asleep. Now. The thought whispered through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. I waited a few more seconds, just to be sure, before slipping out of bed and crouching on the floor.
His socks were the first thing I touched. They were damp with sweat, the fabric clinging to my fingers as I picked them up. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicatingâmusky, masculine, and undeniably his. My heart hammered in my chest as I set the socks aside and turned my attention to his shoes. The leather was warm, the inside still holding onto the heat of his body. I pressed my face into them, breathing in the earthy, salty aroma.But it wasnât enough. I needed more.
I crawled closer to the bed, my eyes fixed on his feet. They were right there, so close I could almost taste them. My mouth watered as I leaned in, my nose brushing against the arch of his foot. The scent was stronger here, more concentrated. I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me.
Then, without thinking, I licked the sole of his foot. The saltiness exploded on my tongue, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste. My saliva mingled with his sweat, creating a slick layer that made it easier to glide my tongue over his skin.
I could feel myself growing hard, the pressure in my pants becoming unbearable. I hesitated for a moment, glancing up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. His chest rose and fell steadily, his lips slightly parted. He was completely out of it.
My heart raced as I carefully positioned myself between his feet. I took one in each hand, feeling the hard calluses on his soles, the softness of his arches. I took off my pants and underwear and slowly, I guided his feet to my crotch, pressing them against the bulge. A low moan escaped my lips as I began to move, rubbing myself against his feet.
The friction was incredible, the roughness of his skin contrasting with the smoothness of my saliva. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. My breathing grew ragged, my hips moving faster as I thrust against his feet. The room was filled with the sound of my quiet gasps and the soft squelch of skin against fabric.
I could feel the pressure building, the heat pooling in my stomach. âDamn,â I whispered. His foot twitched against me, and for a moment, I froze, terrified he might wake up. But then he let out a soft snore, and I relaxed, resuming my movements. My hands tightened around his ankles, guiding them harder against me. The pleasure was overwhelming, my entire body trembling as I edged closer to the brink.
And then it happened. My body convulsed as I cummed, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me. His soles now were covered not only by my saliva but also with my juice . The intensity of it left me breathless, my head spinning as I slumped forward, resting my forehead against his calf.
That night I ended up doing this another three times. It was the best night of my lifeâŚ
The heat of summer clung to the air, even at 4 a.m., as I lay awake in the small, dimly lit room. My older cousin had been out at a club all night, and Iâd spent hours waiting for him to return. The anticipation had coiled tightly in my chest, a mix of curiosity and something else I couldnât quite name. Finally, the faint jingle of keys echoed from the front door. He was home.
The door creaked open, and he stumbled in, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his blue eyes glazed over from too many drinks. He smelled like sweat, cologne, and the faintest hint of alcoholâa heady combination that made my pulse quicken. He let out a low groan as he kicked off his shoes, the sound of them hitting the floor reverberating in the quiet room.
âHey,â he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. âYouâre still up?â
âCouldnât sleep,â I lied, watching as he peeled off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. My gaze lingered for a moment before I forced myself to look away. He was my cousin, after all. But the way the moonlight caught the definition of his abs made it hard to think straight.
He took off his socks and dropped his jeans in a heap on the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. He flopped onto his bed, which was arranged in an L-shape next to mine. His bare feet hung off the edge, mere inches from my face.
A moment later, his breathing evened out, and I knew he was asleep. Now. The thought whispered through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. I waited a few more seconds, just to be sure, before slipping out of bed and crouching on the floor.
His socks were the first thing I touched. They were damp with sweat, the fabric clinging to my fingers as I picked them up. I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent was intoxicatingâmusky, masculine, and undeniably his. My heart hammered in my chest as I set the socks aside and turned my attention to his shoes. The leather was warm, the inside still holding onto the heat of his body. I pressed my face into them, breathing in the earthy, salty aroma.But it wasnât enough. I needed more.
I crawled closer to the bed, my eyes fixed on his feet. They were right there, so close I could almost taste them. My mouth watered as I leaned in, my nose brushing against the arch of his foot. The scent was stronger here, more concentrated. I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me.
Then, without thinking, I licked the sole of his foot. The saltiness exploded on my tongue, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste. My saliva mingled with his sweat, creating a slick layer that made it easier to glide my tongue over his skin.
I could feel myself growing hard, the pressure in my pants becoming unbearable. I hesitated for a moment, glancing up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. His chest rose and fell steadily, his lips slightly parted. He was completely out of it.
My heart raced as I carefully positioned myself between his feet. I took one in each hand, feeling the hard calluses on his soles, the softness of his arches. I took off my pants and underwear and slowly, I guided his feet to my crotch, pressing them against the bulge. A low moan escaped my lips as I began to move, rubbing myself against his feet.
The friction was incredible, the roughness of his skin contrasting with the smoothness of my saliva. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. My breathing grew ragged, my hips moving faster as I thrust against his feet. The room was filled with the sound of my quiet gasps and the soft squelch of skin against fabric.
I could feel the pressure building, the heat pooling in my stomach. âDamn,â I whispered. His foot twitched against me, and for a moment, I froze, terrified he might wake up. But then he let out a soft snore, and I relaxed, resuming my movements. My hands tightened around his ankles, guiding them harder against me. The pleasure was overwhelming, my entire body trembling as I edged closer to the brink.
And then it happened. My body convulsed as I cummed, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me. His soles now were covered not only by my saliva but also with my juice . The intensity of it left me breathless, my head spinning as I slumped forward, resting my forehead against his calf.
That night I ended up doing this another three times. It was the best night of my lifeâŚ
My uncle is an athlete. A family friend, but we would address him as Uncle Charlie. He was younger than most of my uncles. Played basketball for his high school and for his University back then (now is a runner and a cyclist). I visited their house, Uncle Charlie was coming back from playing basketball.
Sweaty as hell⌠looking hot, in his baskeball garb, dripping. Seeing him like that turned me on even more. He gave me a hug (I was immediately hard. He had that sweet musk smell that made me go crazy) and greeted everyone. He said that he was in a rush, he had somewhere to be â probably meeting that nasty girlfriend of his. After he left, I asked to be excused and said that I had to use the restroom which was conveniently located near his room.
I went inside his room. And there it was⌠all over the floor. His basketball garments. His used socks and his jockstrap all over the floor â all damp and the room smelled like a menâs locker room. I was in a spell.
I just needed to smell everything! His jockstrap smelled so musky. That manly sweat. I licked the pouch and my dick was instantly leaking. Then I proceeded to smell his socks and his sneakers⌠I was on a high⌠I placed one sock on my cock and proceeded to jerk it and the other I kept smelling as I switched between his socks and sneakers. I kept going⌠lost in the thought that he would probably command me to lick his manly feet and suck his sexy toes while he jerked his big thick cock that was cuddled by that sweaty jockstrap. I was moaning so loud, and I came so hard in his sock.
To my shock I saw someone shaking his head laughing by the door. It was Uncle CharlieâŚ
Sweaty as hell⌠looking hot, in his baskeball garb, dripping. Seeing him like that turned me on even more. He gave me a hug (I was immediately hard. He had that sweet musk smell that made me go crazy) and greeted everyone. He said that he was in a rush, he had somewhere to be â probably meeting that nasty girlfriend of his. After he left, I asked to be excused and said that I had to use the restroom which was conveniently located near his room.
I went inside his room. And there it was⌠all over the floor. His basketball garments. His used socks and his jockstrap all over the floor â all damp and the room smelled like a menâs locker room. I was in a spell.
I just needed to smell everything! His jockstrap smelled so musky. That manly sweat. I licked the pouch and my dick was instantly leaking. Then I proceeded to smell his socks and his sneakers⌠I was on a high⌠I placed one sock on my cock and proceeded to jerk it and the other I kept smelling as I switched between his socks and sneakers. I kept going⌠lost in the thought that he would probably command me to lick his manly feet and suck his sexy toes while he jerked his big thick cock that was cuddled by that sweaty jockstrap. I was moaning so loud, and I came so hard in his sock.
To my shock I saw someone shaking his head laughing by the door. It was Uncle CharlieâŚ
