My partner has a foot fetish. I’ve known about it ever since he asked for the first picture of me to be of my feet. (To be fair, he had seen my face on facebook so he did know what I looked like.) There are so many facets to a fetish. It wasn’t until we’d been together for a year and a half until I heard this request one day:
“Let me come in your shoes.”
He looked at me with an impish grin. “I wanna come in your shoes.”
“My shoes? Really? Which shoes?”
“Well… whichever ones you’ll let me come in…. so…” and now he’s a little shy, but his smile is wide, “So, which ones can I come in?”
I consider for a moment and think of all the shoes I own and then what turns him on. I remember he had recently told me about taking my shoes, jacking off to the smell, and then putting them back so I wouldn’t know. I select that pair for him. “The tan ones with the jewels. The stinky ones I know you like.”
He’s almost giddy with excitement. I wonder how long he’s been fantasizing about this but hadn’t had the guts to tell me about it. “Well, go get them,” I order. As if he was waiting for permission, he scampers off downstairs to retrieve them. Keeping my shirt on, I remove my socks, pants, and underwear and sit on the bed. A few moments later he returns, shoes in hand, grinning.
He strips quickly, and places the shoes on the bed. His penis is already growing hard in anticipation. He kneels on the bed, looking at me. I see the bashful grin on this face and his eyes are focused on me. He’s waiting.
“Well, go ahead…. sniff the shoes and come in them.”
His hand starts rubbing his now-hard penis. He bites his lip as he watches me watching him. I push my feet out towards him and wiggle my toes. “Aren’t you going to smell my feet?”
He responds, head dipping down, deep breaths inhaling the smell of my sweaty feet. He kisses my feet a few times and sniffs some more. The pace of his hand quickens as his attention shifts to my shoes. He bends further over, nose almost to the bed as he buries his face in the sole of my shoe. I watch him inhale deeply and his eyes roll back in pleasure. He moans into my shoe as he takes another whiff. He is lost in the scent of me.
I’m not part of this masturbation, and yet, I’m at the center of it. His whole focus is on the look and smell of my feet. On other days he loves all of my body. Usually his hands wander all over my body. Today, only my feet exist. I watch him jerk off, in awe of how he loves my feet.
“I want to see you come. Come in my shoes.” His eyes look up at me and I can tell he is consumed with that raging passion, that point where you are driven to orgasm because you cannot focus on anything else. My words entice him and his hand moves faster. He breathes deeply, face disappearing in my shoe. His eyes are shut and his body is tense, kneeling before my shoes.
He takes one final sniff before his body is upright and the groans of his orgasm take over the heavy breathing. Fresh cum leaks from his cock into the sole of my shoe. He watches every drop fall and the sight seems to prolong his orgasm.
When its over, we lock eyes. Something special has just taken place for both of us. I saw an intimate fantasy of his revealed; he shared it with me. He fulfilled something he’s wanted to do since we moved in together.