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NOTICE: All the standard warnings about being of age, 
being aware of your community standards apply to the 
following story! Please read no further if you
are under age 18/21 -- or live in a conservative area --
or are offended by explicit sexual stories.

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NOTE: This is short erotic fiction. As the author, 
I retain all copyrights -- but it may be downloaded 
for readers to enjoy. Comments welcomed, but send 
to following email address: a-magician@mailcity.com

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This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance
to anyone is entirely coincidental.

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   Flashback
[M/F Foot Fetish]

God, I love the Net! I mean, where else
can a guy explore forbidden fetish desires,
indulge himself in erotic fantasy and even meet
those with similar sexual proclivities?

I'm 30-something, and I have an unquenchable
sexual thirst for foot fetish erotica; otherwise,
I'm an average 'Joe'...though my name is
Eric. Guess I'm considered good-looking,
a typical American jock build -- tall, muscular
(I workout with a passion!) but have the kind
of face others refer to as being intellectual,
aesthetic -- narrow forehead, brown eyes and
usually, a friendly smile. My wire-rimmed glasses
and longish brown hair apparently lend a
touch of the aesthetic to my features; I've been
told I'm handsome -- and hey, nothing like
having your ego stroked!

However, my sexual preferences have
not exactly endeared me to my past girlfriends;
a few of them actually told me I needed to
get counseling. In fact, I tried that -- so I know
why I feel the kind of desires I do, but there's no
way to change it. Sexuality is individually distinct;
and what might turn me on might leave you
disgusted. At any rate, the point of this story
is that I want to share some of my own sexual
tastes and habits, see if any of you out there 
might get-off on this too.

As I mentioned, I love feet -- female feet
are the most arousing, sexually stimulating
sight for me. And because of this, I've been
driven to do some strange things just to 
get a glimpse of bare women's feet. Sure, I
can find these "images" on the Net; and I
do so, frequently. But I also like walking
through the busy downtown streets in the
summer, looking for women who are wearing
open-styled sandals...some dainty feet, or
larger ones, with painted nails. I like to see
women in high-heels too, especially if it
looks like they're uncomfortable; the idea
of painful, throbbing, aching feet...well, that
adds a delicious element of excitement to
it. I like to imagine taking off those cramped
shoes, and massaging those pretty feet....all
the while feeling my own cock surging with
a growing erection!

I like going to swimming pools, beaches
(which is one reason I live in south Florida)
and looking at the many, many shapes of
bare women's feet -- you'd be surprised
how much actual difference there is in
feet. My personal favorite is the look of
very small, dainty feet...particularly if the
toes are also small, square, and have 
painted nails; red polish is a real turn-on.

Sometimes, I like to catch a glimpse of
the bottoms of feet, say if the woman is
sitting or lying down, and I can get a look
at her feet -- strangely, a callus or corn
will send a tremor of sexual stimulation
through my body too. I guess I have a thing
for just a little bit of pain; not that I'd ever
inflict any pain, I see myself more in the 
role of relieving the pain, not causing it.

And then, there's hosiery -- a glimpse of
stocking may have once been quite shocking,
but man-oh-man, it gets me going! I love
to see a woman's long, shapely legs with
sheer stockings on, and then, to watch her
remove her shoes, see those small feet in
stockings only! Yikkes, I'm getting hard 
just writing about it!

What's my favorite scenario? Oh, I have
lots of fantasies -- and I've actually made
a few of these come true. Not with a willing
girl-friend (sad to say, I'm alone right now)
but by paying for it. While I can perform
sexually with a girl-friend, it's just not the
kind of wild sexual thrill I get from indulging
my foot fetish fantasies. 

Let me tell you my all-time favorite 
foot fetish experience; honest to God, this
is my favorite fantasy. I called one of those
'escort' services, and arranged to meet 
this gal at a motel. Money is no problem;
I make a great salary, I'm single and 
so I tried to find a service that had a gal
to match my fantasies.  Usually, I wasn't 
disappointed.

Anyhow, this particular night was in June;
it was hot as hell outside, and I'd spent the
whole day wandering around a nearby beach,
looking at women's feet. I had a hard-on that
was painful, and couldn't wait to meet this gal
I'd described to the service. The plan was for
her to arrive around nine; I'd already gotten
a room, settled in and had been fantasizing,
fondling my hard-on while waiting. That's
another thing, I'm into masturbation in a
big way!

So, when there was a knock at the door,
I stuffed my rock-hard erection back in
my pants, and went to let in the lady. Oh,
she was what I'd ordered -- and more.
Opening the door, I saw the cutest little
gal you can imagine -- about 5'2", real
petite, an angelic face, dazzling blue eyes,
a pretty smile and long, long blond hair 
down to her waist. My eyes fell immediately
to her legs, very shapely, nicely clad in
darkish hosiery...and then, I feasted on
those dainty feet wearing narrow, tight
high-heels. She even fidgeted a little,
saying, "Wow, my feet are killing me!"

I managed to ask her in, grinning like
an idiot; she looked me over, as if thinking
that I didn't look like a foot fetish freak.
Truth is, I thought I saw a spark of erotic
attraction in her pretty blue eyes -- which
was fine, not that anything would come of
it. Or at least, I knew it wouldn't.

After I'd closed the door, she crossed to
the bed, sat down on the edge of it and
fidgeted a bit more, as I stared at her,
my eyes dropping to look at her feet.
She squirmed some more, moving her
feet around -- sending shivers of intense
excitement through me -- and then,
with one foot, she kicked off a high-heel,
wiggling her toes, saying, "Um, that feels
good, my feet sure do hurt, think I'm
getting a callus from those heels!"

I quickly crossed to her, kneeling down
and asking, "Mind if I look?"

She smiled, said, "Go ahead, why don't you
give me a foot massage..."

Yummy, would I ever! I reached out and
let my hand embrace her foot, my fingers
feeling the shape and size, the warmth
of her skin, the feel of the sheer nylon...
my cock was achingly hard, as I slowly,
seductively ran my hands over her slender,
dainty foot, stroking, stroking and caressing
it gently, leaning down to place a kiss upon
her foot, then turning to ease off her other
high-heel, tossing it aside. 

She sat there very primly, seemingly 
unattainable and unmoved by my passionate 
ministrations as my hands caressed her
feet, each touch and stroke causing my body
to shudder with near-unbearable sexual
excitement; I felt high, like I'd had a hit
of coke...the rush was fantastic! 

I continued touching her pretty feet, but then
I leaned forward, and began lavishing kisses
all over her feet, my tongue licking across
the tops, down along the bottoms, taking a
toe into my mouth, sucking it...which brought
a cry of delight from her as she exclaimed,
"Wow, that feels sexy! I never...this is
all new to me!"

I liked it that she was playing along so well;
or, perhaps even did get sensual pleasure
from it. Hell, I really wasn't concerned with
her feelings by then -- except as the object
of my desire. God, I was working myself into
a fever-pitch of extreme arousal; I kept 
licking and sucking on her feet, feeling
the sheer hose preventing skin contact. See,
I really didn't like to touch the skin; I liked
the feel of the nylon...how silky, how slinky
it felt beneath my hands, fingers, or the
way my tongue wet it, making it cling to
her skin.

I had to stop for a minute; I got up, walked
to the dresser, seeing her in the mirror
behind me as she asked, "Anything wrong?
Cause whatever you want..."

"No," I cleared my throat, trying to get
rid of the husky sound, "No, nothing wrong.
You're...perfect, just perfect."

"Thanks," she said, adding, "I guess!
Never um, this is...well, anyway..."

I was lowering my zipper now, I couldn't
bear it any longer; I had to touch myself,
had to feel the size, the length of my hard-on;
and it was a monstrous thing, standing out
rigidly from my open pants; I glanced at her,
saw the look of shock... I bet she was glad
our plans didn't call for penetration!

And that's something else, I never liked
to fuck a woman when I was involved with
her feet -- I just liked to use her feet, and
not even let her touch me in any other way
either. Now I was building up to the main
scene -- the one that always ended with
my release and relief.

I told her to move to a chair; she did,
and then I said, "Sit up straight, and open
your legs widely."

She did as I asked, looking a bit nervous,
so I said, "Don't worry, I'm not going
to hurt you."

That seemed to relieve her tension, and
her legs fell open so I could see her pink
panties...her legs, her thighs shiny with the
hoisery...so like a remembered woman's
legs and thighs. She asked, "This okay?"

I nodded; I could no longer speak, I was
trembling with building sexual tension. I
walked over to her, then turned around
and sat down between her legs, my back
to her. I licked my dry lips, anxious that
this should all play out exactly, precisely
the way I remembered it...

"Now," I told her, "put your hands
in my hair, move your fingers through
it very, very slowly."

She did as I requested; I shuddered,
and reached down to begin stroking my
cock; it was leaking, the scent of my
lust mingling with the hooker's perfume
and steaming up the small room with raw,
animal heat. I couldn't help letting out a
groan as her hands ran through my hair,
my free hand moving to hold her foot,
stroking it and fondling...oh it was good,
real good....

Almost the way I remembered it...my
step-mom long ago...she'd say she had
to trim my hair, then get me in this position.
The first time, when I was barely thirteen, 
I didn't know exactly why I got all tingly when
she'd do this -- I'd be sitting between her
legs, she'd be fully dressed and I would
too. Yet as she began to run her fingers
through my hair, snipping off little bits
at the edges, I'd start to feel my cock
thudding, growing...

I was embarrassed back then -- a kid really,
ignorant of what was happening. I'd sit
there as long as possible, feeling her legs
on either side of my head...sometimes 
smelling the heat of her perfume, the tense
way she'd sometimes press her nylon-clad
legs against my body, making me tremble
and ache with frustration. I don't know, will
never know if she was aware of what she
was doing to me -- but this went on for
a year. 

And back then, like now, the longer it
went on, the more aroused I'd get...but
I couldn't, didn't dare let her know I
was so worked up. And back then, like
now, I'd be dying to masturbate...so, I
stopped it now...not touching my hard-on
anymore, just telling the girl to squeeze
her legs against my body, tightening and
then easing, tightening and easing...
my cock throbbing untouched, sticking
up between my legs and aching for touch.

But now, like back then, I didn't touch
myself. I used restraint, making it all
that much better, that much more intense
and building up incredible sexual tension
throughout my body. I told the girl to
tug on the ends of my hair a little, and
she did, sending me into fits of fevered
desire... It was always amazing, how clearly
I could remember that sexual stimulation
with my step-mom, a gorgeous blonde who
seemed remote, totally unemotional and
uninvolved with what was going on with
me...the 13-year-old horny boy sitting
between her legs!

As the girl ran her hands through my hair,
clenching and unclenching her legs against
my head, I held her dainty feet in my hands,
remembering how my step-mom would kick
off her heels and complain of her feet
aching, asking me to massage them for her.

The first time I'd touched her feet, I'd let go,
couldn't help it, I'd cum in my pants; and
though she must have seen the stain at my
crotch when I stood, she never said a word
about it, just dismissed me.

Remembering all that, I was so aroused, so
hot I began to feel my climax start to build;
I told the girl to stop, halt immediately! She
did, remaining motionless until I felt the
urge pass...then I began it all over again,
and did this again and again, as long as I
could endure it.... Until, now unlike back then,
I finally got up and told the girl to go,
leave, get the hell out of my sight! And though
I'd not done that back then with my step-mom,
(I'd usually just left quietly and went to my
room to jerk-off as fast as possible) I wished
I could have masturbated in front of my step-mom.

But now, here and now, alone in the motel
room...I lay down on the bed, began the
rhythmic movement of my hand up and down 
the shaft of my cock as hard, as fast as I
could, having a flashback and rearranging
that long-ago reality to imagine my cum,
when it shot out in a long, thick ribbon onto
the bed, shooting off into my step-mom's
beautiful face...

Release was swift and sure in my fantasy
of adolescent sexual awakening from long
ago...but it was something I wanted, needed
to repeat again and again...past without end.

                  The End
  
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