My Desire For Female Feet
(Posted on Tuesday, December 26, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

For as long as I can remember (to be very precise, since the age of 7), ladies' feet are something that don't go unnoticed by me. Be it a maid, an aquaintance, a co-worker, an actress on the screen, or a relative. Age, physique, color: no bars.

Perhaps it would be a good idea if I go for a brief introduction. This is all the more important for me atleast because having turned 32 and still unmarried, female feet are not just a turn-on or a fetish or a fixation for me anymore; its something beyond. Also, I strongly believe that it certainly demands intellectual attention.

My father is a senior official in the Ministry of Defense. Our whole family is highly educated by all standards and fairly well off, too. It would be surprising (most likely, STUNNING) for most of the readers that even though I talk a lot about sex, I have never even had a girlfriend. But then that's pretty normal here in Pakistan. You dont go fooling around here unless you are looking for big time trouble; both legally and from a girl's family. Also let me mention that I discovered masturbation and ejaculated using my hand while looking over my first Penthouse, just when I had turned 17.  Prior to that, I lived with a hard-on all
the time. Sitting, standing, lying, travelling in a bus, sleeping, whatever. Without any relief, except for once or twice a week ejaculaions during sleep.

Okay. On with my personal experiences.

I recall taking notice of female laborers working on a construction site next to our house when I was 6 or 7. I would just look on and on and think about it all the time. It sounds pretty unbelievable, but I did have masochistic feelings at that time. I would imagine my lady teacher at the all-boys school tying me up and giving me a thorough whipping. I was pretty dumb at math and would just look down at the feet of my young math teacher whenever I was called to the blackboard to solve a problem. This was the routine in 7th grade and kept on until the 10th grade when I moved to an all-boys college.

The four years at college were as uneventful as ever, but I guess the whole thing kept growing inside of me. I would think of women living in the neighborhood and imagine kissing their feet.

I was 19 and graduation exams were around the corner. It was the month of April, mid-morning. My mother was 55 at that time. She was sitting in the lounge with one leg over the other, knitting. I was in my own room studying. I still remember it vividly. I got up and strolled into the lounge. My mother had complained of an ankle sprain some days back. I inquired about it and she had tod me that it was ok.

I dont know what came over me, but I mumbled something and got down on my knees in front of her sofa. I took her left foot in my hands and kissed it gently a couple of times. She said nothing, but looked pretty pleased with the gesture. During those two minutes, my cock had grown quite a bit. After those 2 or 3 kisses, I just went back into my room and sat down, looking emptily over a book.

2 hours after lunch on that same day, my mother was taking a nap in her bedroom. My mind was empty. I just walked into her room. She was sleeping on her double bed. I laid down with my face next to her feet. I brought my face nearer and planted a  kiss on her sole. I kissed her sole once more and then one more time again. Her soles are soft and they were right into my face. Then I lost control. I couldn't help myself. I started licking her soft, delicious sole and held her foot in my hand. 30 or 40 seconds passed. My cock was semi-erect and I could feel the pre-cum oozing out. Then she woke up.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked. "Feet are not something to be kissed or licked!"

I just got out of the room and headed straight to my bathroom. I was so horny! I masturbated vigorously, more than I ever had before. I climaxed with one big gush after another. I shots huge loads of cum that day. My mom and I never discussed what had gone on that day. We never talked about it. 10 years passed. They were 10 years that were long, uneventful, dull, and devoid of any exhilirating or even unexhilirating sexual experiences.

Then my cousin's daugter, my niece, started to come over to study at the local University and stayed with us. All of a sudden, I had a pair of nice, clean, beautiful and young female feet in front of me all of the time that I was home. That's when I got into sniffing. For the past 2 years, whenever I would have a chance, almost daily,  I would sniff and lick her thongs, boots and sandals. It's a sheer joy to lick a leather pair that she has worn in the morning or during the previous day. The great thing about leather is that the smell and taste of the soles hang on for quite a while.

So I am just going on with my life, dreaming about licking her well cared-for and pampered feet.