Holy shit, diary… I’m still shaking. Last night I crossed the line from “secret foot perv” to full on addicted slut for older woman feet, and I don’t ever want to come back.

Her name is Carla. Fifty six, divorced, thick in all the right places, and she’s known about my fetish for weeks. We met on one of those “no strings” apps and I finally got brave enough to tell her exactly what I wanted: to fuck her bare feet after a long day, smell them, lick them, and then bury my cock inside her while those same feet rested on my face. She replied with three words that made my dick throb instantly: “Come over at 8.”

By the time I walked into her apartment she was already barefoot, fresh from teaching yoga all afternoon in tight leggings and sneakers. The second she kicked those sneakers off the smell hit me like a drug, rich, warm, tangy foot sweat mixed with that faint leather and lotion scent only a real woman’s feet get after hours of work. Not clean. Not perfumed. Just pure, ripe, feminine musk that made my mouth water and my cock leak in my jeans.

“On your knees, foot boy,” she said, voice low and teasing. I dropped. Her feet were fucking perfect. Size 8, high arches, soft wrinkled soles from years of living, pretty red toenails slightly chipped from the day. The balls of her feet were a little shiny with sweat, the heels had that sexy, faint roughness older women get. I buried my face between them and inhaled so deep I got dizzy. That sharp, cheesy, vinegary aroma filled my lungs and went straight to my balls. I was moaning like a whore before she even touched me.

Carla laughed softly and pressed one warm, damp sole right against my face while the other slid down my chest, over my stomach, and straight onto my throbbing cock. The sensation was unreal, velvety soft skin, still hot from her shoes, slick with just enough natural sweat to glide perfectly.
She wrapped those long toes around my shaft and started stroking slow, teasing circles around the head, smearing my precum all over her arches. Every time her wrinkled sole dragged up and down the underside I felt the little ridges catching on my frenulum. I was leaking so much it sounded filthy, wet, slick, obscene.

She made me suck her toes while she jerked me with both feet, one sole cupping my balls, the other pumping my cock. I could taste the salt, the faint tang of her day, and it only made me harder. “You love Mommy Carla’s dirty feet, don’t you baby?” she purred. I could only whimper yes around her big toe.

When I was right on the edge she pulled her feet away, lay back on the couch, spread her legs and said, “Now come fuck me while you keep smelling them.” I climbed on top and slid into her warm, wet pussy in one thrust. She was soaked. While I pounded her deep and hard I grabbed both her feet and pressed them to my face, inhaling that intoxicating scent with every stroke. Her soles were still slick from my precum and her sweat; every time I drove into her I felt those soft wrinkles sliding against my cheeks and nose.

She came first, clenching around my cock, moaning my name, toes curling tight against my lips. The second I felt her pulsing I lost it. I pulled out, aimed my throbbing dick at those perfect mature soles and exploded, thick ropes of cum painting her arches, dripping between her toes, pooling in the wrinkles. I kept rubbing my cockhead all over the mess, smearing it everywhere while she wiggled her toes and laughed that sexy, satisfied laugh.
I licked every drop off her feet afterward. Couldn’t help it. She tasted like sex, sweat, and pure sin.

I’m already texting her for round two tonight.

If you’re a foot freak like me and you’ve never had an older woman’s well used feet wrapped around your cock… trust me, diary. Nothing in the world compares, if you wanna talk to an older lady just like her come call the 1-888-430-2010 number.

Until next time,

Your filthy foot addict

– M.