I'm Ella and I love feet! Am I on the right forum?
I also write erotic stories about my foot fetish. They're mostly lesbian, frequently pantyhose themed, but chock full of lovely feet and pretty toes and hungry tongues! Some are my fantasies, some are my experiences, all make me very, very wet!
I'm going to share them in this thread... I hope you enjoy!
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When I write short stories like these, the inspiration often comes from a single image. I think an image is a wonderful slice of time, and it's fun to conjure up what came before and what came after... Here is where I started for this story:
"Why don't you join us, Ella?" said Lexi with a syrupy sigh. She lifted her foot and flexed her toes outwards, spreading apart the thin nylon of her suntan pantyhose. With a distracted eye, I noticed that her toenails were painted a shade of deep crimson that perfectly matched the shimmering gloss of her full lips. Beside her, Karen slid her hand along Lexi's thigh and nuzzled into her neck, causing Lexi to lean her head back and moan quietly. "I'm sorry... I mean, I'm not a..." I paused, unsure what to say. I thought about turning quickly and leaving the bathroom where I'd stumbled on this sordid tryst, heading back to the mind-numbing tedium of Sally's party. But I didn't move, I couldn't move. "You're not a what?" asked Lexi with a smirk as Karen pushed her tight mini-skirt over the curve of her bottom. Lexi continued to wave her toes in the air, as though beckoning me forward. "A lesbian?" she gasped mockingly. I blinked. "Yes. I mean, no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you..." I stammered, painfully aware of how pathetic I sounded, wondering why I was even still there, knowing exactly why I was. Lexi smiled. "Neither am I, honey," she purred, then turned to Karen who was kissing the side of her face. "What about you?" Karen looked up and licked her lips, touching her cheek against Lexi's. "Oh, I'm perfectly straight," she breathed, "I'm a virgin as well!" she added, and the two cavorting girls fell into fits of giggles. I gasped, scarcely able to believe that Sally's daughter, her eighteen year old daughter, was behaving like this. Sally's hair would turn white if she ever found out what Karen was doing with her best friend. "Listen, Ella, we're just having a bit of fun, nothing more," said Lexi when she'd finished laughing. "Okay," I said, trying to sound like a mature and unflappable adult. "I'm sorry that I disturbed you, I should be getting back." I turned to leave. "Would you like to touch my feet, Ella?" she said suddenly. I stopped in my tracks, fingers frozen on the handle of the door. "Wh-what did you say?" I said, turning. "I said, would you like to touch my feet? I saw you looking at them earlier. I saw you watching me as I dangled my shoe from my toes." She'd seen that? I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. I thought I'd been discreet, thought I'd indulged this curious fetish of mine in secret, as I had my entire adult life, never daring to act on it. "Karen loves it when I do that, don't you?" Karen nodded sheepishly, a light flush rising in her cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said. Beside her, Karen had stopped kissing and caressing and was now slowly sliding her heels from her own feet, revealing the high curve of her arch and ten more perfectly painted toes, muted jewels in nylon prisons. She placed her feet down besides Lexi's and they both gazed at me expectantly. I felt my heart pounding in my ears and a warm blush rising from my chest to my neck and face. "It's okay, Ella," said Karen with a pout, "we won't tell anyone." "We'd like to touch your feet as well," said Lexi. "More than touch, in fact. We want to taste them," she added, lifting a single slender finger to her glistening lips. "We're like you, you see? We like feet too..." Karen sighed and her mouth fell open. Her eyes fell to my legs and she gazed at me with a hungry expression. "Are you... are you wearing pantyhose... or stockings?" she breathed. I felt a dizzy feeling sweeping over me, and I glanced down at my black nylons and high stilleto pumps. "Pantyhose," I whispered, scarcely able to believe what was happening. Lexi gazed up at me with wide eyes. "Can we see them?" she asked. "See wh-what?" I replied, feeling giddy. Karen's feet were now sliding over Lexi's, nylon brushing over soft nylon. I could see the dark place between Lexi's legs. With a distant fascination, I realized that the girl wasn't wearing any panties. The line of her pussy was visible to me, if I looked hard enough. To my surprise, I found myself wanting to look. "Your feet, can we see your feet?" Lexi said with a petulant impatience and nervous excitement. "Okay," I said, unsure of myself, then carefully slipped my shoes from my feet, losing four inches of height as I stood flat-footed on the bathroom floor. The girls peered at my toes as I flexed them back and forth, feeling obscenely self-conscious and insanely horny. Lexi sat back and lifted her left foot again. "Why don't you kneel down and join us?" she offered. "Someone... someone might come in?" I said, the last gambit of my fading resistance. "Lock the door, Ella," purred Karen, turning again to nibble at Lexi's ear. I nodded, then turned and flicked the lock. Was I really doing this? I thought with a sigh, before turning back to see what awaited me. Was I really going to live out the fantasy that I'd had since I was a girl? My pussy felt slick and warm, making my panties feel damp. My nipples were rock hard bullets in my blouse, brushing maddeningly against the soft material of my bra. I really was going to do it, I realized with a hot rush of pleasure that radiated out from between my legs. I lowered myself to my knees, unable to take my eyes off Lexi and Karen as they made out on the floor before me. Karen slid a hand into Lexi's top, pushing down the dark material and revealing the cream globe of her breast. Lexi giggled and kissed her friend anew, still holding her foot aloft. "Take it," she breathed, words slipping out between distracted kisses. "Isn't it what you want?" I nodded. Then I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around her sole, feeling a starburst of utter pleasure erupt inside me as the silky length of her tiny foot squirmed in my grip, toes flexing back and forth, demanding attention. Like explorers in a new land, my fingers roamed over her, touching her sole, her arch, her toes, the toned length of her calf muscle; relishing every new detail, marvelling at how much better than my elaborate fantasies this sinful reality felt. Lexi and Karen turned to me, peering at me with hungry eyes, following my every move. I glanced down as I felt a soft touch on my leg to find Karen's foot creeping up my thigh, pushing my dress further up my leg. The feeling was indescribably arousing, a tantalizing friction of nylon on nylon. Without even realizing it, I'd moved Lexi's foot until it was close to my face. I could feel the warmth of her, could see every detail of her sole. I gasped and caught the perfect scent of perfume and shoe leather and sweat in my nose. It made me dizzy, more intoxicating than any cocktail. "Taste it," purred Lexi from far away. Karen's foot was between my legs now, forcing my thighs apart, pushing into that damp place. I felt a momentary twinge of self-consciousness, but that faded when her toe touched my aching clit. I shifted, parting my legs and allowing my friend's daughter full access to my sex. I peered at Lexi and nodded, remembering her sordid command. I closed my eyes and buried my nose in the space behind Lexi's toes, smothering myself in her foot and breathing deeply. It was unfathomable, utterly overwhelming, more intense than anything I'd yet experienced. My pussy roared and stars exploded in my vision. I lost control, planting frantic kisses on the young woman's sole, pulling her toes into my mouth, sucking them with a hunger that had no precedent. I licked my way along her arch, tasting her where I could, soaking her thin pantyhose with my mouth. She began to moan, then I joined her as Karen's foot began to press down on my clit, tracing quick circles with her big toe. Faster and faster she moved, provoking me to greater heights of sensation, demanding that I worship Lexi's foot with ever greater abandon. And all the while, Lexi and Karen squirmed together, hands pawing at each other's clothing, breasts bared, lips locked against lips and tongues dancing. When I came, I came hard. A supernova of sensation between my legs that roared out into my body. I slammed my thighs shut, locking Karen's nylon foot between my legs. I pushed my nose against Lexi's sole, breathing her into me one last time as the pleasure raged inside me. It was too much, too overwhelming. I fell to the side and onto the floor, still clutching Lexi's soft foot in my shaking hands. For the longest time, I lay there, trembling, eyes closed. Lexi was the first to speak. "Your mom throws the worst parties Karen," she whispered, breathing quickly. "Should we go to your house instead, Ella?" she added. All I could do was nod.
I swear to you, I never meant to sleep with my daughter's best friend! She was eighteen, for goodness sake, I went to college with her mom! Oh god, if anyone ever finds out, I'm done for... But how could I not? It was the pantyhose... I'd been out of the house running errands. Sarah, my daughter, was away at band camp and I had the place to myself. Her deadbeat father had left years before and I'd found myself settling into the single life with some relish. I returned home around four and dropped the groceries off in the kitchen, then I wandered into the den to have a well earned sit down. And there she was, as large as life, sitting on the couch and looking as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth! She must have let herself in with the key under the plant pot. "Katie," I said, suddenly concerned that something might have happened to Sarah, "are you okay honey?" "Yes, Miss Ford," she said quietly. Katie was a good kid, never in any trouble, never running around the town with boys or experimenting with alcohol. Unlike my Sarah... "What are you doing here? Sarah's away at camp, you know?" "I actually came to see you Miss Ford," she said. She seemed calm, not distressed at all. As the shock of finding the girl in my home faded, I started to notice how she was dressed. Her outfit wasn't at all like Katie's usual conservative style. A short, denim mini-skirt and a gorgeous white off-the-shoulder top. And pantyhose, pale, white pantyhose... "What can I help you with dear?" I said, moving across the room to sit on the sofa beside her. She paused. "I read your books," she said after a second, then lifted a single finger to her lips. I glanced around, unsure what she meant. I was about to ask her, when she spoke again. "I found them on Amazon. The stories you wrote." The bottom fell out of my world in a flash. I felt instantly dizzy, my vision collapsed to a tunnel. I thought I'd been careful... "I don't know what..." I began, desperate not to reveal my dirty secret. "I'd noticed the manuscripts on your laptop when Sarah and I were doing a college assignment," she said. A look of triumphant pride flashed across her pretty face, framed by the cascade of golden hair that tumbled down her neck. "I looked up the name you use online, downloaded some stories." A horrific thought crossed my mind. "Does Sarah know?" I demanded. She shook her head and smiled. "No, only me." She paused for a second, then shuffled closer to me, locking her eyes on mine. "It's okay Miss Ford. I liked them. They made me feel... excited." For the first time, I felt a rush of guilty pleasure, a hot warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at Katie's body as she curled her legs beneath her and stroked her hand across her pale white hose. Oh shit, this couldn't be happening. The erotica writing was a hobby of mine, a way of exploring the fantasies that I'd been having ever since my husband left me. I never meant for them to be read by anyone I knew! "The way you write about girls... about girls together," she started, looking suddenly serious and older than her years, "it's how I feel." I nodded numbly. She turned and gazed down at her body, then stroked her slender fingers up her calf to her thigh. "I wore pantyhose for you," she purred, then pointed her feet at me. "Do you like them?" she asked, her voice dripping with sultry sexuality. "I... I..." I stammered. She turned her body and sat with her back to the corner of the sofa, then stretched her long, coltish legs out towards me, resting her feet on my thighs, sliding the soft nylon of her hose against mine. "Would you like to touch them?" I felt my heart hammering in my chest and a hot flush that rose over my neck to burn my face. At the back of my mind I felt a glowing shame, an embarrassment that my filthy secret was out. That my sordid fetish, my near obsession with pantyhose and feet, was known by someone other than the countless anonymous readers who share my desires. But that feeling of shame felt distant and indistinct as I gazed down at Katie's feet, encased in pale nylon, her toes unpainted but well kept, flexing in their delicate prison; how she felt warm against me, how the sight of her and the smell of her was making my pussy sing with an unfamiliar beat. She was my daughter's best friend for Christ's sake! I turned to her and nodded, unable to resist what was being offered to me, unable to prevent the dam of my desires breaking and flooding my senses with an unstoppable deluge of hungry lust. She smiled, triumphant, and sat back in the couch, nibbling on her fingernail as she watched me with rapt attention. With trembling hands, I reached down and touched the top of her foot, relishing the silky softness of her hose and the warmth of her skin. She flinched at my caress and her toes curled, digging into my thigh. I became fixated by the contrast of her white pantyhose and my black pantyhose, the feeling of contact and slippery friction between us as I stroked her foot. Then she shifted and pushed her legs straight, lifting her foot from my thigh and allowing me to touch her sole. With that slight motion, I caught her scent in my nose. A maddening cocktail of girlish perfume, soap and sweat. My pussy roared and throbbed with an incessant drumbeat as all of the fantasies that I'd written about, but never lived, came alive at once. I touched my hands to her feet once more, pushing my thumbs into her soft soles, massaging her, kneading her, every silky caress provoking new heights of desire in my body. My pussy felt hot and wet, slippery thighs brushing together as I squirmed on the couch. I turned to her, unable to believe what I was doing. When I glanced up, she parted her legs slightly, allowing me to see up her short, denim skirt. I gasped and my heart raced as I saw her young pussy beneath the pale material of her hose. She wasn't wearing any panties and her exquisite pink folds were frozen as though locked in ice. "Your mother, she..." I began, my final, futile protest, my last effort to avoid calamity. Katie lifted her finger to her lips and whispered her reply. "Shh," she breathed and, with that, my resistance faded in an instant. "I want you to use your mouth," she said. I could scarcely believe that this normally reserved young woman was commanding me so easily, that she controlled this situation as though she'd done it a million times. At that moment, I truly believed that I would have done anything that she asked. I shuffled forward and slid from the sofa, lowering myself to my knees before her. Then I took her long leg and lifted her foot until it was inches from my face. For as long as I could bear, I resisted the temptation that I felt so badly and studied her foot, relishing the expanse of young flesh before me. The intricate wrinkles of her sole, smoothed to perfection as she flexed her digits back and forth; the delicate line of her toes, framed by the seam of her pantyhose; the exquisite aroma of shoe leather and sweat and perfume that made my heart hammer and caused a peculiar sensation of dizziness to grip my mind as it filled my nose and throat. I changed my focus, looking past the girl's foot along the length of her leg and down to the inviting space between her thighs. I sighed as I watched her slip her hand beneath the waistband of her pantyhose and force it down, fingers slipping into her pussy and spreading her slick, pink lips apart for me. A thousand imagined fantasies flashed through my mind, a hundred sordid tales that I'd written down these last few years, contrived scenarios from the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind and encapsulated in words as my pussy ached and longed for these experiences. Yet here I was, living such a dream, finally confronting what I'd never dared would actually happen. All thoughts of my college friend or my daughter or the shame of my secret revealed were gone now; in their place was lust, pure, primal desire, the overwhelming need to touch, taste, smell, to fuck this young girl, to savor the soft warmth of her body and every blissful sensation of her long legs and sinful feet. With the final barrier of my resistance fallen, I plunged forwards, pressing my face against her sole, driving my nose into the space between her toes. I breathed in, deeply, quickly, pulling her essence into me, filling myself with her. I felt dizzy, uncontrolled, fuelled by desires and instincts that were until now theoretical, but which crystalized into sordid reality in the fraction of a second after I tasted her for the first time. Like a woman possessed, I kissed her and licked her, each touch eliciting soft, long moans from somewhere far away, girlish expressions of surprise and delight. As I nibbled her arch, I glanced up at her and found her hand moving quickly between her legs, quick circles, a blur of motion as she massaged her clit. Beyond that, her pretty face was flushed and pink, mouth parted and eyes wide. She seemed entranced, enthralled, as shocked by the reality of sensation as I was. I turned back to her foot, her pantyhose now soaked by my mouth. One by one I plucked at her toes, nibbling, biting, kissing. Then I shifted my attention to her other foot, repeating the sordid ritual of my worship anew, reliving that glorious sense of discovery and the exquisite deluge of sensation. And all the while, Katie's hand moved in a swift blur on her young pussy, provoking her to quick sighs and soft moans. Panting, I pulled back, still holding her foot by the heel, gazing at her hand between her legs, suddenly feeling as though I was in control. I reached out an lay my hand on hers, halting its quick motion on her pussy and locking it in place. She gasped. "Let's go to my bedroom," I finally said, breathless and horny. She nodded. "Yes, Miss Ford." Hand in hand, we scampered across the living room, stockinged feet tapping on the hardwood floor. Oh god, I thought to myself, this will make a wonderful story!
I bought pantyhose today and I thought of you. Does that surprise you? It shouldn't. I hope that you still bear the same associations that I do; curious notions that make you think of me, certain unexpected triggers that elicit memories and emotions within you and thrill you in the same way that I was thrilled this sultry summer afternoon.
I often think of that night, you know? That night so long ago now, but still burning hot and bright in my mind like the focal point of my existence. The pair of us, barely women grown, but filled with new feelings and desires and the boundless freedom of college life. How alcohol catalyzed us, but confession brought us together - bold admissions of strange lusts, the camaraderie of shared passions.
In my mind, recollection slows to a crawl. That first touch of your leg to mine, replayed in slow motion and crystal clarity. Your blushing apology, my stuttered acceptance. Your touch accidental at first, but the provocation of novel sensation draws us together again. Your toes, framed beneath soft pantyhose, brushing against my calf beneath the table, the light swish of nylon against nylon, a spark of electricity that neither of us expected but both of us welcomed like a fond acquaintance. This new craving building and intensifying until temptation breaks. Then a hurried settling of the check and a mad dash across the college grounds on tottering heels, hand in hand, giggling like school girls, intentions aligned and needing no declaration.
How we fell into your room, barely able to keep our hands from each other. Clawed fingers clutching at flimsy material, caged animals released at last. And taste! How you tasted that night! Your lips, full and glistening and deepest red, the sweetness of the wine and the heat of your desire, warming my cheeks to a burning blush as our mouths and tongues came together! Falling backwards onto your bed, our bodies worked in perfect synchronization, an efficient pursuit of nakedness and interlocking forms.
Yet you insisted that we keep our pantyhose on, I remember that most of all. Wearing that irresistible grin that you deploy like a weapon, you disarmed my senses with your sordid request and the desperate hunger in your eyes as you surveilled your prey. Then, finally, you pounced, dragging me down and peppering my body with scalding kisses, each frantic touch deepening the sensation that overwhelmed my young mind. We became like a dervish, a mad flurry of limbs, an instinctual arrangement of topographies that brought us together, sex to sex like a scissor, moving together with the shared awareness of desire. And then, without warning, my foot in your mouth as you ravaged me like a woman possessed. The ecstasy of motion and glorious friction, and the unexpected wetness of your mouth tantalizing a part of me that had no previous purpose beyond that of locomotion.
When release came, I howled at the sheer power of it. The weight of sensation and the thrill of completeness. You joined me then, bringing our chorus to a wild crescendo that we would repeat many times that long, humid night.
But what I remember the most, what sticks in my mind like a glowing talisman, is lying with you afterwards, bodies tessellated together like puzzle pieces. Legs still clad in soft hose, feet touching like old friends, the cool breeze through the open window a stark contrast to the fading heat of climax that still warmed us both.
I bought pantyhose today and I shall wear them for my lover tonight, as I like to on occasion. But I always think of you when I do.
They were my husband's nieces for God's sake, and I couldn't stop thinking about them. Kim and Melanie. Both eighteen years old, the daughters of Eric's sisters, visiting our home for Thanksgiving. It was the first time we'd seen them in five years and they'd changed beyond all recognition. No longer the gawky, awkward, chubby thirteen year olds from that family vacation in Florida. The pair had grown into beautiful women, sensual creatures with full breasts and long, long legs. Oh God, why did they have to wear pantyhose? From the moment I'd seen them step out of their moms' cars, from the second I'd set eyes on their cut-off denim shorts and matching sheer black hose, they were all I could think about. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them. Everywhere I went in my house, they were there. I couldn't escape from them, whether in body or thought. It was maddening, baffling, shocking how much they had affected me. Their arrival had awakened dormant feelings of attraction, causing new sensations of longing and need that I just couldn't deal with. And now here I was, standing in the dim light of the hallway, peering through a thin crack in the door at the two girls as they relaxed on the floor of guest bedroom. I knew it was wrong, I knew that if my husband or my sister-in-laws came home earlier than expect then the consequences would be horrific. But I couldn't help it. I gazed into the room, captivated by the sight of them lying there, long legs stretched out behind them, soft nylon soles plainly visible, yards from where I stood. I felt my breathing quicken as I absorbed every detail. The gentle curve of their arches, the muted jewels of their toes beneath the dark, reinforced hose. The tantalizing glimpse of Kim's control top beneath her shorts and the way her knee bent as she idly stroked her left foot along the length of her right leg. As I looked on, Melanie lifted her foot, swinging her lower leg back and forth in a girly, innocent way. My eyes followed the arc of her toes as they swung lazily back and forth. It felt like an invitation, a beckoning forward, an incitement to explore, to touch, to taste. I pulled back, realizing at the last moment that I was drifting forwards into the room. My heart was hammering in my chest, a frantic rhythm that made me feel light headed. I felt sure they would hear me, that they would catch me spying on their young bodies. But they didn't move, each girl lost in her own world of magazines and smartphones and boy bands. Feeling emboldened, I slipped my hand into the waistband of my skirt, pushing my fingers down to my throbbing pussy. Oh God, I was so wet, wetter than I'd been in a decade of loveless marriage. I felt young and alive, a hot mix of shame and arousal rising like a fireball from my sex to ignite my senses. As my fingers found my clitoris, I imagined what it would be like to touch the girls, how their nylon hose would feel under my trembling fingertips. Waves of pleasure began to wash over me sending chills up and down my spine. Every gentle press on that throbbing nub sent new sensations through my body, quickening my breath and sending my mind soaring. With each touch, the depth of the fantasy increased, pulling me down with the weight of its sordid detail. I imagined Kim's toes dancing before my eyes, I imagined smothering myself with her soft soles, burying my nose in her, breathing her young scent into me. I pictured myself licking and kissing Melanie's heel, her ankle, the muscle of her calf, up her thigh to the warm place beyond. In my mind, the girls cavorted and played, undressing each other with heavy looks of lust and desire, beckoning me to join them as their naked breasts touched and their full, red lips came together. That they were cousins didn't matter, all that seemed important was the exploration of the debilitating feelings inside of me. And all the while my fingers moved through my pussy, sliding easily in the dripping folds of my sex, faster and faster, working in tight spirals with an ever-increasing pressure. Oh God, it felt so good, so wrong but oh-so-right. I wanted them like nothing I'd ever wanted in my life. An intense, animal longing that overrode my rational thoughts, pushing aside any sense of right and wrong with the desire to taste the girls, to touch them, to use them. In no time at all, the orgasm rose from my pelvis like a tidal wave, blanking my thoughts and causing an intolerable tension in my body. As the white-hot burst of pleasure raged outwards, I felt my thighs slam together, trapping my hand between my legs. I lifted my head, eyes wide and mouth open, trying desperately to control the strong desire to scream out loud. I felt as though I was on fire, burning with a sweet ecstasy and intense lust. And then it was over, departing as quickly as it had begun. The muscles in my arms and legs twitched, still working to the fading beat of the frantic climax, firing intermittently with gentle shudders. I sighed, as loud as I dared, feeling my body deflate as the glorious energy fell back to normal levels. I gazed into the room, breathless and dizzy, barely able to believe what I'd done. Shame and guilt rose up to fill the vacuum left by my evaporating desire. Then Kim turned to the door and locked her eyes on the dark crack as though she could see me standing there. I gasped, and immediately slammed my hand over my mouth. Melanie turned too, following the line of her cousin's stare. "Why don't you come in Aunt Ella," said Kim with a sultry purr, "it's not fair that you get to play and we don't!"
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