I’m delighted to welcome Neo back as this week’s guest blogger – his previous post, in which he and his wife share their fantasies about sex clubs with each other, was incredibly popular, and extremely hot. This week he’s back to share something equally hot but this time with a twist of kink: a sexy night that begins with some hot dress-up and leads to a revelation about what exactly he wants his wife to do with those sexy high heels she wears… Enjoy!
This foot fetish sex story, by sex blogger and podcaster Sherryl Blu, originally appeared on her website.
I’d sworn off Tinder,
Said I wouldn’t go back on after the last incident
Said it wasn’t worth my energy yet here I was, logged on and swiping away.
I mentioned last week that I’d been doing an archive trawl, and had come across so many brilliant guest blogs I wanted to resurface a few of them for those who weren’t with me way back in the beginning. Continuing that series, here are a few fantastic guest blogs from 2014 – a time when most of us were more hopeful and full of joy. Take a trip back into the past to read about an incredible threesome, foot fetishes, puppy play, sex and stand-up comedy, and why early sex ed is so important…
The hottest stories are the ones that turn you on to write. Sure, I could probably knock up a quick tale about beating a man into submission, watching his dick strain tightly against the crotch of his lycra boxer shorts as he begs me to go at him harder, but apart from the occasional foray into new-wank territory, that scenario doesn’t often crop up in my fantasies.
That’s why, for some fantasies, you have to call in an expert.
This week’s guest blog is an anonymous one, written by a gentleman with whom I had a very recent and painfully arousing discussion about male submission. I’ve switched before, although I’m not naturally dominant, and there are certain things about male submission that fascinate and delight me. I mentioned to him my desire to have a guy come all over my feet, and he took it to its natural, squirming, abjectly submissive level.
Enjoy it: I certainly did.
Someone else’s story: Treat
She perches in black jeans on a three-legged stool; he lies naked and perpendicular on the floor below.
Easing off her right shoe, she flashes him a smile. His eyes widen, flickering over her foot as she flexes it loose. After a long moment, her toe touches the centre of his chest and he sucks in a sharp breath, tries to pass it off as a stoic grunt.
She takes her time. Her toe, glossed cherry-black and shoe-soft, trails down his abdominal ridge and he swells, holding his breath as if it could bring relief closer.
It can’t; she trails a slow circle round the base of his cock, then comes to rest on his balls, pressing gently.
He strains to sit, sides ridged and jerking, but her left foot slides neatly to his throat and pushes him backward, ball pushing gently against larynx until he is prostrate.
She keeps him pressed gently down; her right leg curls upward.
Gulping air around the pressure of her sole, he cranes to watch as she arches her knee and pumps three fat drops of lubricant onto her foot.
Watching her work the gel between her toes is too much. He groans, stiff and twitching for release, and she indulges him after a fashion.
Deft and pitiless, she fits big toe and neighbour around the base of his cock and slides them upward, squeezing as she releases the tip with a twist of disdain across her face.
After eight slow, forceful repititions he is gasping, and meets her eyes for the first time.
She holds contact for a long moment, as her toes clench around the base of his head. “Go on then” she says.
He meets her eyes again, lips parted and eyelashes drooping as he concentrates on addressing her properly.
“Please… can I?”
“Yes you can; and more crucially-” she punctuates her gift with an indulgent smile, “you may”.
He has no words, merely looks up at her with an expression of aching, animal gratitude and scrambles to his knees. Squeaking on polished wood as he shuffles forward, he fumbles his cock into a clenched fist.
Meeting her eyes once more to affirm his permission, he wraps his hand around her heel and pushes himself roughly against her toes.
She leans forward, wrapping an arm round his bowed head. His shoulders strain, his wrist pumps.
He hisses through his nose as she snatches a fistful of his hair. “Come on boy, all over”, she whispers. He sighs girlishly.
“Come on, fucker” she spits, and tugs him further into her. He heaves, and loops cum in three fat arches over her metatarsus. A fourth erupts onto her big toe; she smirks in satisfaction.
“That’s it?” she asks, tipping her head to one side and running her hand back through his hair.
“Yes” he whispers. She slides her feet together and begins to smear them in his spillage.
“Then clean up” she tells him through a smile, splaying toes roped with white mess and wiggling them in his face.
“Uhn” he manages, before his eyelids slide shut and he’s blissfully lapping his own spunk from between them.
His tongue squirms against the pad of her foot; she pushes into him, bending him back. Her toes penetrate his lips, her fingers twist in his hair.
He licks and slurps and gasps, eyes shut and cheeks flushed red. Gulping down his own emissions, sucking her clean. Shame and fierce pride in his filthy privilege.
Her arch is tongued devotedly, thumbs trace over her ankles, his rough cheeks flex as he works.
“Thnnyuu” he murmurs at last, his face pressed into her soles.
“You’re welcome” she replies, withdrawing and giving his chest a gentle shove.
Without another word said, she calmly slips on her shoes and rises. He remains kneeling until she has left the room.
Foot fetish submission – custom filth
See? Told you it was a great story. This guy can write. And write in a way that makes me forget what I’d normally go for (boys on top), and instead arouses me with delicious descriptions of that agonising, tortured lust that only comes when you’re being denied what you really want. I should also point out that this exact fantasy is carefully constructed to hit specific buttons of mine, given that ‘having a dude come on my feet’ is one of the key items on my sexual bucket list.
The moral of all this is that if a man on the internet sends you some incredibly well-written porn, it is worth emailing him a picture of your feet and asking for a custom story.