I've been dating my bf for like eight months now and I have to tell you something fucking wild that I've been holding in
So, like... Jake has the most unfairly gorgeous feet I've ever seen on a man. And I know that sounds absolutely insane! Who even notices feet? But seriously, babe, his feet are fucking art. They're long and elegant, not those gnarled, hairy troll feet most guys hide in socks. His arches are high and smooth, the skin is this golden olive tone with not a single callus. Even his toes are perfect—straight, symmetrical, with these neat, clean nails that look like he gets pedicures every week (he doesn't, the bastard is just genetically blessed).
I used to give him so much shit about it. We'd be watching Netflix and I'd grab his ankle, lift his foot up, and be like, "It's honestly offensive how pretty your feet are. You could be on the cover of Foot Fetish Weekly, you know that? Put those pretty boys up and let me take a pic for your portfolio." We'd laugh about it, he'd wiggle his toes at me, and it was just this running joke about how he missed his calling as a foot model. I genuinely thought I was just admiring them aesthetically, like looking at a nice sculpture or something.
But here's where it gets fucking spicy and weird... About a month ago, we were on the couch, I was trying to read this trashy romance novel, he was scrolling on his phone, and he just... stretched out and put his feet in my lap. Like, completely casual, just resting his heels on my inner thighs, those perfect fucking soles facing up, toes pointing toward my stomach.
And I swear to god, I felt it instantly. This heat just flooded between my legs so fast I almost gasped. I was wearing those thin cotton shorts, and I could literally feel myself getting wet.... like embarrassingly, obviously soaked. My pussy started throbbing just looking at his feet resting on me, and I had to squeeze my thighs together to get some friction because I was suddenly desperate for touch.
I tried to keep reading, but I couldn't focus on the words. All I could think about was how soft his soles looked, how I wanted to run my tongue along that high arch, suck each perfect toe into my mouth until he was moaning and hard. I imagined him pressing those pretty feet against my tits, pinching my nipples between his toes, then moving lower, rubbing against my clit through my soaked shorts while I humped against them like a desperate slut.
I had to shift my hips because I was literally dripping down my thighs. I wanted to grab his ankles and grind my cunt against his feet until I came all over those perfect toes, marking them with my juices. The idea of him foot-fucking me, sliding those elegant feet inside my wet pussy while I worshipped them with my mouth, it was making me fucking delirious. I actually had to excuse myself to the bathroom to finger myself because I couldn't stand how swollen and aching my clit was.
Now every time we're on that couch and he puts his feet near me, I get instantly soaked. I've actually started giving him foot massages that turn into me jerking his cock while I suck his toes, and the way he groans when I swirl my tongue around them... fuck. Last night I rode him while he pressed his soles against my tits, and I came so hard I saw stars. I think I'm officially a foot girl now, but only for him and his stupidly beautiful, unfair, cock-teasing feet.
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