My first time with a foot fetishist
He was an athlete and successful in his profession, but he never told me what he really did for a living. However, from his clothes and jewelry, I guessed that he must have been in the upper-middle class. Surprisingly, he was single. He had never had a stable relationship that lasted for a longer period. When asked why all his relationships eventually broke up, he said that none of the women could live with his fetish.
He, in turn, didn't want any secrets alongside an existing relationship, and he couldn't suppress his fetish for too long. This problem of the fetish with compatibility in partnership and everyday life was something I encountered very often when I talked to men. He could have sex without his desire, but it wouldn't give him the same fulfillment. He was a foot fetishist.
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Until then, I had only encountered the fetish in connection with worn shoes and socks or extravagant heels. His request was that the partner's feet were used just as much as the hands and were included in sexual intimacy. Interestingly, I knew I would never fall in love with this man. He would not appeal to me as a potential stable partner. I would not want to date him.
And yet he had a certain attraction for me. There was a certain sexual spark between us. And so I experienced really good sex for the first time without love and realized for myself that sexuality doesn't necessarily need love. On the contrary, sometimes love is rather counterproductive when it comes to satisfying sex. But sympathy, that's a must. This existed between us in a strange and somehow very unique way.
So we started talking. He told me a lot about his fetish in general and that many adherents would be ashamed of it, even though it's already quite well-known and there is a certain tolerance towards it in society. He said to me, "I haven't met anyone who openly admitted that they like to sniff worn sneakers and masturbate while doing so."
I felt sorry for those affected. Why is that the case with such a beautiful and versatile fetish as foot fetish? I like everything that appeals to the senses, even in sex. And smelling, don't we usually like to do that? Is there really this difference, whether I like to smell my partner's neck or feet? The term foot fetish includes a whole host of sub-groups, a great and vibrant world!
So one afternoon we were sitting together and watching movies. And as it often happens, one thing led to another. We started fumbling a bit, then he asked me if he could smell my feet and if he could hold them in his hands. It was unusual at first to spend time with a man who almost exclusively focused on one body part.
It's hard to find words for it. But I can tell every woman not to be afraid of it. A fetishist who worships a certain body part helps you to see your own body with completely different eyes. A fetishist notices every little detail about you and worships it! Simply put, it's a wonderful experience!
But back to our exciting sex: he knelt at my feet, but this moment had nothing to do with submission. I learned that kneeling signifies homage between equals. He very carefully stripped off my socks. For quite some time, he pressed my socks to his nose and inhaled and exhaled deeply.
I was fascinated and appalled at the same time. Normally, everyone puts their worn socks straight into the laundry, right? Later he told me that my feet could have smelled even more intensely, because he can't get enough of it. What repels one person stimulates another.
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I offered him my feet, leaned back relaxed, and just let him do his thing. I watched him intently. His warm hands now enclosed my feet. He lifted them and smelled the soles of my feet. It always smells intensely there, he said later. And suddenly he licked my toes. He moved his tongue between my toes, while gently massaging the rest of my foot with his hands.
Dear ladies, you don't know what a great foot massage is until you've experienced one with a foot fetishist. Then you will experience absolute perfection! It was very pleasant, this wet and warm feeling of his tongue on my skin. Suddenly he sucked on my toes, pulling one after the other into his mouth. Starting with the little toes and ending with the big toe. How wonderfully arousing that was!
This toe-sucking immediately sent pleasant shivers down my belly, straight to my pleasure center. I became very wet between my thighs and instinctively touched myself. I began to rub and pluck my pearl between my fingers while he continued to suck on my toes. Then he kissed the soles of my feet, and he was naked while doing so. I saw his hard erection rising; what a magnificent cock he had! He seemed not to notice me at all, so engrossed was he in his activity.
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We left the sofa and went into the bedroom. I sat on the bed. He suddenly knelt again, this time with his head between my legs. Heaven, this man knew how to use his tongue! He chose the right amount of pressure, sucked on my pearl with the right strength, warm and wet, mixed with my juices.
Then he said I tasted heavenly, and then it happened. I squirted directly onto his face and was a little unsure about it at first. I hadn't seen such a violent orgasm coming and was a little affected. But he gathered my juices with his hands and gently wiped them onto my feet. He then licked them off my feet with pleasure. His member became visibly fuller.
After a while, I asked him to sit on the bed. He had given me a wonderful orgasm so far, now I wanted to do him the honor as well. I asked him if he would like it if I satisfied his phallus with my feet. At my question, he began to radiate from within and looked years younger. And so I took his cock between my feet and moved rhythmically up and down, pressing occasionally and rubbing from bottom to top.
It's unusual and requires a bit of practice to give a footjob. Incidentally, it's also a great workout, because it requires a certain amount of stamina, and the abdominal muscles are constantly tensed and trained during it. But I was spontaneously enthusiastic about it. "Can I cum on your feet?" I answered spontaneously: "Yes." His orgasm came shortly after my permission, and he ejaculated with a violent groan onto both of my feet. I enjoyed the feeling and the sight of the warm liquid on them. Spontaneously, I took a picture of my feet with his cum.
I gave him the snapshot and, in the heat of the moment, thought that I should try this sexual game again. This foot fetishist is simply hot! Even now, I still enjoy immersing myself in this world of play, which I was introduced to back then and which left such a good impression on me that I incorporated it into my sexual experiences.
Less as a fetish, however, and more as a way to enrich my love life and make it vibrant and diverse. A special preference doesn't always have to develop into a fetish. The most important thing, I think, is to always be open to varied experiences and try new things. Any game can be stopped if it's disliked, but a missed opportunity often doesn't come back in the same form in life and is more regretted in retrospect.
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