feet fetish

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 […]