Feet Tickle Stories

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Heidi's Feet

by thefootprint on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

The first time I saw Heidi was a picture of her on her husband's desk when he came to work for our firm. She looked incredibly sexy with her blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I remember being entranced by how beautiful she locked and I instantly started dreaming about what her feet must look like. Her skin was smooth and flawless and she just has this really...

Beltane's Night

by Jeweleyes on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

(The Dark Night of the Soul) "Upon a darkened night The flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest" She had lain awake all night, restlessly tossing on her straw pallet, watching the gilded moon rise slowly in the window. She heard the shallow breath of her sisters deep in sleep beside her. She tho...

The Adventures of Madi Ch. 03

by sexualrelief7191 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

"Hi, my name is Madison, or Madi for short. I'm about 5 foot and 3 inches, brunette, cute, and like to have a good time. I'm not exactly like other girls, because I'm bi and have a foot fetish. Yes, a girl can have a foot fetish too. I love feet, and I'm always looking for chance at another girl's beautiful feet." Biking has to be one of my favorite activit...

Hand-Therapy Foot Job Ch. 02

by milfleglover on Sep 25, 2017
Mature

I couldn't stop thinking about Shelley, my super-hot MILF hand therapist who I'd been going to for treatment of a thumb injury. Early one morning, before others arrived, this 50-something, thick-bodied beauty provided a most unique method of easing my suffering: She used her incredibly sexy old feet to make me cum, after getting out of me I couldn't masturba...

Cat and Mouse Ch. 02

by Se7en_ on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

***Author's Note: This is the second chapter of my first story on Literotica. It was inspired and edited by the lovely Alanija. This story is hers as much as it is mine. The story will be comprised of multiple chapters. Read along and enjoy!*** Chapter 2: Captured Mark looked down at his little captive; a mischievous grin split his handsome features as hi...

The Clinton Enterprises Saga Pt. 07

by SierraSprite on Feb 13, 2018
Novels and Novellas

Part 7 - New Ideas, New Risks Chapter 12 - A Possible New Direction I looked back on that Vermont day in the following weeks as the high point of building my relationship with the women. The bonds that were forged seemed incredibly strong as we worked together to make the company a reality. There were ups and downs. Emily got into Amelia Jenkins College, a...

Scuba Lessons

by SoBelle on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

We were long overdue for a vacation, but Master gave me one small suitcase, and told me to pack only a couple of bikinis, a few pair of shorts, and tops. No panties, because I was seldom permitted to wear them, anyway. I opened my mouth to ask where we were going, but luckily caught the look in his eye, and closed it again without speaking. I packed my bag,...

The Life and CFNM Times of Herbert Smith Ch. 02

by fmcchris on Sep 25, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Constance wasted no time explaining what she expected of the three boys in her new CFNM-run household. To Herbert it seemed as if he was entering into a kind of twilight zone world, but without all the attendant horrors that were sometimes a part of that often malignant universe. As he watched his stepmother proceed through a laundry list of items she had c...

Natalie and Her Professor

by thefootprint on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

(This story contains several flashbacks. Each time period will be noted as past or present to differentiate between time periods. Enjoy!) Present: Looking at my watch I see that I am already running five minutes late to my psychology class. I walk quickly across campus remembering Professor James's stern warning, "Ms. Temple if you are tardy to class one...

Out of the Frying Pan Ch. 02

by Bethyboo on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

The car slices the air, almost silently, the warmed leather seat hugging my body. I glance sideways to get a better view of my rescuer. The dim dash lights do not provide any more detail to his features than did the dark night along the roadside. Trying not to stare but unable to tear my eyes away...his hand reaches out to trace my jawline. It travels downwa...