To say I have a shoe fetish would be putting it mild. I am addicted to anything the wraps tight around my beautiful feet and accents my stunning legs. I’ve thought about having these sexy stems insured, but that would be so vain, wouldn’t it?
The closer I get to the end of my pregnancy, the more I need to stay off of my sexy little painted toes. It has not bothered me much, though, since my hubby loves Foot Worship. Every night before bed, he props my feet up onto his lap and squirts a generous amount of lotion onto his big hands.
Foot Worship means you suck my toes, lick my heels, and marvel in the grandeur that is my feet. If you sing praises high enough I may let you paint my toenails, or even (gasp!) let you touch my arches with your fuck stick!
Foot worship enthralls with every lick, kiss, and thrust .. when you get my succulent digits under thumb. Running your hands along my soft soles, and kissing the pretty pinks. Licking my toes one by one, and smiling as your tongue slips between.(more…)
Foot fetish, lick and tickle my sensitive tootsies after I get picked up on false pretenses. That is how where I find myself dangling. Being strung up like a strumpet on a military base.(more…)