foot fetish hardcore

Author: asdfqwer
Word count: 9139
I am from the north and have been working and living in the south for nearly ten years. Today, when a female colleague who is also from the north twisted her foot and I took off her high-heeled shoes to help her see the injury, the smell of the feet reminded me of my foot fetish again. It has been a long time, and I have not experienced this familiar smell… For so many years in the south, I have knelt and licked many smelly feet, but either there is no smell at all (probably because of washing feet and socks every day), or it is abnormally smelly, like athlete’s foot, not feet at all. The smell of sweat, the feeling of being able to masturbate a few tubes while holding a goddess’s shoe in the student days has gradually faded away.

Experts say that foot fetish is the first contact with the opposite sex in childhood or the transfer of desire caused by the fear of interacting with the opposite sex. I think I may belong to the former. After all, I hugged the little feet of my female playmates and started to kiss and lick them in kindergarten. This may be caused by natural genes. When I was in junior high school, I licked the shoes of almost all decent-looking girls in my class. At that time, the girls usually wore sandals in the summer, put their sneakers in class, and changed them in physical education class.

When I was in school, I sat on small benches. I really liked the girls in the back row kicking me. Sometimes, in order to be kicked by girls, I deliberately annoyed her or grabbed her legs with my hands, so that she would kick me hard, but I was very satisfied. At that time, for the convenience of kneeling and licking and to please the girls, I put the sneakers of the girl sitting behind me in my desk, and changed them for her during gym class. At first, they were covered with plastic bags, but later the bags were no longer used. She took off her sneakers after gym class and I put them directly in my desk. Every day, the breakfast I bought was placed with her sneakers…

I remember one time, after physical education class, she didn’t change her shoes, but continued to wear her sneakers. Her muffin sandals were kept in my desk until after school, and she didn’t ask me for them. But that time, she stretched out her feet and put them on my stool to let me change her shoes. I took off her sneakers carefully. Sandals, looking at her snowy white sports socks, put her feet down, she smiled and said to me, “You are so stupid to move so slowly”. Then I left, and I put her shoes in my schoolbag and carried them home, and licked them for an hour!

When I was in high school, the school was strictly controlled. I couldn’t find any opportunities to kneel and lick it. When I was lonely, I could only hold the sneakers of my junior high school classmates to relieve boredom.

I was admitted to a normal college in the south when I was in college. I thought I could start a new life in a different environment, but I was wrong. University classes are not fixedIn the designated classrooms, the male and female dormitories are separated, and the female dormitory is closed and guarded by guards. I can’t find a chance to kneel and lick. The memory of my feet often tortures me. Fortunately, I can masturbate! When I was a freshman, I dated a girlfriend. She was very beautiful, but she was very short, but her feet were very big, and her height was 155, but her feet were 38. Sometimes I would take off her shoes to kiss her feet, but there was no smell, which made me feel dull…

The psychology class in the university made me understand that I am a foot fetish patient, but the books and teachers did not give a practical remedy.

There are a lot of people in the world who have perverted thoughts, most of them have not put them into practice, but in terms of sex, I practice little by little dirty thoughts that are unspeakable. Of course, on the premise of not causing harm to her or her, this post will always record my misplaced life trajectory…

There is a feeling called inability to stop, and a state called insatiable desire. When you are deeply involved in something and violently want to get rid of it, the result in exchange is only to sink deeper. When I enjoyed those few seconds of pleasure again and again in the women’s bathroom after the lights were turned off, the ripples aroused deep in my heart gradually subsided…

Desires are endless. When a behavior becomes a habit, you can only accept the reality. When I had sex with my girlfriend for nearly an hour, she had already had it twice but I didn’t feel like ejaculating, and when I added shoes and ejaculated in seconds as soon as I sent her back to the dormitory, I had to admit two realities: I have no feeling for my girlfriend anymore; women’s shoes are more like my wife! And this is just the beginning of my falling into life.

What I am writing is my personal experience, 99% true, 1% is due to bias caused by memory. From footfetish to femdom and then to yapoo, I have experienced a series of despicable evolutions in life. Obsessive watching movies can no longer satisfy my perverted needs. I have foot fetishes and masochism. Please God, Lord, Amitabha, Taishang Laojun, Your Honor, and the police, please forgive me!

During the internship period when I was about to graduate from university, we lived in a mixed dormitory. Boys lived on the second and third floors, and girls lived on the fourth and fifth floors. There were also two toilets on each floor. This again gave me the opportunity to lick my shoes. In the dead of night, I would get up quietly and go up to the fourth or fifth floor to find any girl’s shoes in the corridor or balcony, sometimes high heels, sometimes sneakers, sometimes casual shoes. Whenever I found the target, I would put the shoes in my jacket and go back to the dormitory bed. My little brother put on a disposable glove or a used sock, stuffed it into one shoe, put the other in his mouth and kept licking it, and then kept shaking the lower shoe until he climaxed. (Actually, I also tried the same masturbation method on the train sleeper. When other people were asleep, I found the beautiful woman’s shoes and used oneCome to masturbate, one for licking, very exciting. ) Of course, a few times, I would sneak into the women’s bathroom on the fourth or fifth floor with the girls’ shoes to masturbate