God, I can’t believe I’m writing this down here. My hands are still shaking from last night, and my cock is already twitching just thinking about it again. I’ve got this thing, this deep, dirty obsession with women’s feet. Not just any feet. Her feet. The way they look, the way they smell after a long day, the way they taste when I finally get my tongue on them. I’m rock hard right now just typing this, and I haven’t even started the good part yet.

It started like it always does. She came home from work in those black pumps that make her arches look insane. Sarah. My girlfriend of two years, the one who still doesn’t fully know how bad I’ve got it. She kicked them off by the door, and the scent hit me like a drug. That warm, slightly sweaty aroma, salty skin mixed with the faint leather from her shoes. I swear my mouth watered.

“Long day?” I asked, trying to sound casual while my eyes locked on her bare feet. Size 7s, perfect little things. High arches that curve like they were made for my hands. Soft soles that go pink when she’s been standing all day. Her toes are straight and pretty, painted that deep red she knows I like, even if she thinks it’s just “cute.”

She flopped on the couch, wiggling those toes with a sigh. “Exhausted. My feet are killing me.”

That was my cue. I dropped to my knees before she could even finish the sentence. “Let me take care of them,” I said, voice already thick. She raised an eyebrow but smirked, she’s starting to get it, I think. Or at least she loves how much I worship her.

I peeled off her socks slowly, like unwrapping a present. The smell got stronger. Musky, earthy, that perfect mix of her natural scent after eight hours in heels. I pressed my nose right into the ball of her foot, inhaling deep. Fuck. It was warm and damp, the skin slightly sticky from sweat. I groaned out loud, my dick straining against my jeans. “You smell so fucking good,” I muttered, more to myself than her.

She laughed softly, but I could tell she was getting turned on too. “You’re such a perv for my feet.”

Perv doesn’t even cover it. I started licking. Long, slow drags of my tongue from her heel all the way up to her toes. The taste, salty, a little tangy, that faint soap from her morning shower still lingering underneath. I sucked on her big toe like it was the head of a cock, swirling my tongue around it, feeling the smooth nail polish against my lips. Then the next toe, and the next, getting every crevice between them. My hands massaged her arches while I worked, thumbs pressing into the soft, yielding flesh of her soles.

She moaned a little, spreading her legs. I could see how wet she was getting through her panties, but I didn’t care about that right now. This was about her feet. I buried my face between both of them, rubbing my cheeks against the damp skin, sniffing and licking like a man possessed. The way her toes curled against my tongue when I hit a sensitive spot… Jesus. Pre cum was leaking into my boxers already.

I pulled my cock out, thick, throbbing, veins standing out because I was so goddamn turned on. I kept her left foot pressed to my face, inhaling that deep foot smell while I stroked myself with the other. Slow at first, then faster, my tongue never stopping. I licked the underside of her toes, tracing the lines of her sole, sucking the ball of her foot until it was shiny with my spit.

“Cum for me,” she whispered, pressing her foot harder against my mouth. That did it. I exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot all over her ankle and the top of her foot, dripping down between her toes. I kept licking through it, cleaning my mess off her skin, tasting myself mixed with her sweat. The salt, the musk, the warmth, it was everything.

She watched me the whole time, biting her lip. “You really are obsessed, huh?”

Yeah. I am. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

If you’re reading this and you’ve got a foot thing too… you’re not alone. Call and talk to one of the girls about your dirty foot stories too. Maybe I’ll write about the next time she lets me fuck her feet while she’s still in her work pantyhose.

Until then, I’m gonna go jerk off again just thinking about those perfect, sweaty soles.

Your fellow foot freak