Foot worship phone sex = your fetish + my feet.
Foot worship makes sense to me. Feet are curvy, soft . . . kinda like the miniature, hand (or mouth) sized version of a woman’s body. Who wouldn’t want to rub and kiss all over them??
I’ve written before about how I gave my first phone sex foot job. This weekend a visit to one of my girlfriend’s apartment turned into a foot worship fetish-a-thon frenzy . . . i.e. a good fucking time had by all!
I didn’t get to her place in time to go out with her like we had planned . . . but she told me it was okay, that she had “another idea” for our reunion. The sex we have is always kinky and nasty, and she always has a (new) sex trick up her (perverted) sleeves. I appreciate that in a woman! Don’t you?
Even knowing her and her kinky M.O., though, I would have never guessed her “idea” was a nasty foot worship session. When I arrived she hugged and kissed me affectionately as usual . . . but as I looked over her shoulder during that (very grope-y, also as usual) hug, I noticed that she’d set up a little table with massage oils and a few different small vibrators.
“What are those for?” I asked slyly, already getting excited about whatever she had in store for us.
She sat on the love seat near the foot worship altar she’d meticulously curated, then beckoned for me to kneel in front of her. She looked down at me and said:
“Take my shoes off.”
I did as she said, sliding her glittery heels off to reveal her beautiful silk pantyhose-covered feet. She wiggled her toes and stretched them towards my face . . . tracing the contours of my lips with her right foot, she asked:
“Have you ever heard of foot worship, Aileen?”
