Author: crissangel
Word count: 9141
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. college class noThere are fixed classrooms, separate dormitories for boys and girls, and closed dormitories for girls, specially guarded by guards. I can’t find a chance to kneel and lick at all. The memory of the smell of feet often tortures me.
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