How my foot fetish started
Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 5:36 pm
I shared with you earlier how my amazingly attractive cousin made me lick the soles of her boots and forced her stiletto heel into my mouth (see 'My Goddess Cousin'). Since then I've been looking forward to more experiences but to my disappointment nothing has happened. While I eagerly await for something to happen let me tell you how my fetish for her feet started.
It was about four years ago. Both of us had just passed our tenth grade exams. I was attending a coaching clinic for a popular sport. Since the academy was near her house I was staying at her place. She was taking swimming classes. It was around that time she started modeling. I developed an addiction for video games then. I used to wake up late. R and her parents would be gone by the time I woke up. I would spend the morning sitting on the floor in front of the TV playing games until she returned from her swimming classes, took the remote from me and started watching a soap. That was the daily routine.
For first few days I was a little reluctant to give up playing games but that changed quickly. Because she used to very tired when she returned. She would lie down on the couch. Her long, well shaped legs used to extend beyond the arm of the couch and would hover just to the left and above my head. Her perfect feet used to be hardly a foot away from my head.
I used to be in perfect position to see her dangle her shoes, drop them on the floor, press her feet against each other, curl her toes and so on. I wished she would tell me to take off her sandals or place her feet on my shoulder or tell me to massage her tired legs. The luckiest I got was when one day her sandal fell upside down while she was raising her legs and she told me to flip her sandal.
As the summer ended so was my hope. But since then I can not help dreaming about worshipping her feet. I thought my luck changed when she forced me to lick her boot. A few months have passed but nothing has happened since. The only time her feet made contact with my back was promptly followed by a sorry. What should I do now? Should I give up hope? Or should I make a move? Please tell me what can I do to get to her feet.
It was about four years ago. Both of us had just passed our tenth grade exams. I was attending a coaching clinic for a popular sport. Since the academy was near her house I was staying at her place. She was taking swimming classes. It was around that time she started modeling. I developed an addiction for video games then. I used to wake up late. R and her parents would be gone by the time I woke up. I would spend the morning sitting on the floor in front of the TV playing games until she returned from her swimming classes, took the remote from me and started watching a soap. That was the daily routine.
For first few days I was a little reluctant to give up playing games but that changed quickly. Because she used to very tired when she returned. She would lie down on the couch. Her long, well shaped legs used to extend beyond the arm of the couch and would hover just to the left and above my head. Her perfect feet used to be hardly a foot away from my head.
I used to be in perfect position to see her dangle her shoes, drop them on the floor, press her feet against each other, curl her toes and so on. I wished she would tell me to take off her sandals or place her feet on my shoulder or tell me to massage her tired legs. The luckiest I got was when one day her sandal fell upside down while she was raising her legs and she told me to flip her sandal.
As the summer ended so was my hope. But since then I can not help dreaming about worshipping her feet. I thought my luck changed when she forced me to lick her boot. A few months have passed but nothing has happened since. The only time her feet made contact with my back was promptly followed by a sorry. What should I do now? Should I give up hope? Or should I make a move? Please tell me what can I do to get to her feet.