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.