Foot Sniffing Stories

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Deep Kissing In Arm(pit)s

by revol on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

A little later in the Cristmas-eve private party, entered Kathy's best friend Yvonne, a middle aged flirtatious lady. John knows her. But his eyes traced the gym-toned contour of her upper arm, from her elbow to the armpit area, then the smooth and tanned shoulder skin. The luscious curve of her shoulder made him hot. He wanted to kiss and suck those shoulde...

Office Feet Femdom

by Andre_Sillitoe on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

"I wanted to personally meet with you, to tell you, congratulations. You've got the job," Mrs. Sheridan said as she reached out and shook my hand. She was wearing a black skirt suit and I tried not to stare too much at her figure. She was in her mid-forties with dark-chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes. When she first interviewed me (for a full-time...

Are They Dirty? Ch. 04

by LilithDeVil on Jun 1, 2020
Fetish

Hello, you naughty girls and boys! Now it's time for the next, much anticipated chapter of Lacey and Steve! The two are getting closer together and Lacey has invited Steve over. And this time it isn't the park or an ice cream shop. What could Lacey be planning this time? Steve is eager to find out. ***** Steve rang the doorbell and waited, if not patientl...

Fun in the Library

by sexualrelief7191 on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

"So I've been noticing comments this past year about wanting more sock-related foot fetish stories. Personally, I'm not the biggest sock fan. I love bare feet, simple as that. However, I'm giving this story a try with some sock AND barefoot fun. One of my favorite places for foot sightings is the library on my campus. Every time I go there, I see girls with...

Santa's New Job

by Andre_Sillitoe on Aug 31, 2017
Fetish

I woke up with a pounding headache and my head felt heavy as if it had grown to twice its size. I looked at my alarm clock and realized it was 5:54 p.m. "Son of a bitch," I said out loud. I had to be at the mall by 6 p.m. for my evening shift at the Christmas display. I didn't have time to shave or shower. I got dressed in the same clothes I'd warn the night...

Office Foot Bitch

by malefeetdesires on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

One day as I was sitting at my cubicle when my boss came around to speak to me. I was twenty-seven at the time and working in the accounting department at an insurance agency. My boss' name was David H. Baldwin, but he preferred to be addressed as Mr. Baldwin. He was in his early fifties. He was tall and handsome with dark brown hair and gray sideburns. "I...

My Birthday Surprise

by fflover58 on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

"Happy Birthday Abbie!!" I don't know what caught me more by surprise, the enthusiastic shouting or the lights in the kitchen suddenly turning on. Either way, that surprise was quickly replaced by the biggest smile I could muster. Crowded in my family's small kitchen were all my favorite relatives, here to wish me a happy 18th birthday. "Oh my goodness!"...

Dancing Pleasures

by revol on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

[Caution: If you are in any way offended by armpits/underarms fetish, then this story is not for you. Feedbacks are welcome from connoisseurs of armpits.] As Harry entered the packed dance floor, celebrating Christmas-eve party, first he was blinded by the very low level of light. But as soon as his eyes got used to the light, he saw the attractive shapes o...

Just a Sniff

by milfleglover on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Hunter was a cute young man, 19, short haircut, athletic young body, big green eyes and eager to please. He'd come to audition for me; my name is Donna Culkins, and I'm a theater director at the small community playhouse in my little town, a lifelong amateur actor and in my older years, a director. He seemed smitten with me, but that's not totally surprisi...

Decorating Her Dainties Ch. 02

by wordyone on Apr 11, 2018
Fetish

The second of several parts of my story 'Decorating her Dainties'. The reader is encouraged to read each part in sequence. * The very next morning when we were changing into our work gear, Sophia directed me to a paint-spattered retro canvas holdall with a tartan panel. She withdrew a transparent plastic bag which contained a bundle of nylon hose of all sh...