californiasole
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With my current girlfriend Emily (pic related), things were a bit different. I didn’t know her prior to getting involved with her, so there wasn’t a whole lot of time between friendship and courtship. The first glimpse I got of her feet was during a bonfire her freshman year of college (I was two years older). She wore red Toms, still one of her favorite kinds of shoes. Now, historically, I’ve learned that Toms tend to be worn sockless and shoes worn sockless tend to sweat. I was psyched to see her feet.
Surprisingly, she kept her shoes on for a good chunk of time and when she finally took them off, she was wearing those no-show half-socks. I got duped. She took those off soon after, but I was still curious about the socks.
It didn’t take long for us to get closer and in a week or two, she spent the night. The next morning we were getting into it again and she kept saying she had a chest fetish and a back fetish (which I later learned she meant she just liked them a lot, rather than a fetish), so between her words and how accepting the two previous girls were, I let it out that I had a foot fetish.
She thought I was kidding.
She told me she didn’t like her feet touched and it probably wouldn’t happen. I was devastated. A foot fetish is a big part of my life, and I considered letting her go because of it—especially since we were only fooling around and not at all serious. In time, I gradually warmed her to it. Or rather, she accepted it because of me. I don’t think she truly enjoys foot stuff, as she doesn’t get turned on from it and tends to make a face when I lick her feet wet, but she likes the dominance aspect and keeping me happy.
With tickling, she told me she likes being tickled, but it’s too much for her, so she’ll try to escape it all the same. One time before I told her my fetish, we were mock arguing and I placed my hands on her ribs and dared her to say something negative again. She accepted the challenge and did and I tickled her furiously while she laughed desperately. A few moments of this I thought was enough and I asked if she surrendered. Nope. So I kept at this and kept asking her, and she declined each time. Finally I decided to go hard and really get her, and she finally backed down, breathless.
I forget how, but I did discover that her inner hips are the most ticklish spot on her body. Tickling her on the hips was explosive, even more than K from my last story on her feet. She could only handle a few seconds of this before legitimately panicking and I never pushed it. But yeah, she’d go wild.
I asked her one time why she always wore socks with Toms, as they were traditionally a sockless shoe. She told me that her feet tended to reek, even through the socks. Sure enough, during the times I’ve gotten my hands on them, her little black socks were damp with sweat. I’ve since convinced her to go sockless and she agrees it’s far more comfortable and she’s glad I enjoy smelly feet, otherwise she’d be far more self-conscious.
When she wears her Toms, even for an hour, they stink up the area. One sniff and I’m in heaven. She doesn’t even need to go near her feet as I can smell them from afar and she hates it.
When they stink like that, I take it upon myself to clean them. I tend to pin her down and run my tongue up and down her soles, sucking on her toes. She’s not that ticklish when I do this, but my nibbling drives her wild. Her heels, arches, balls of her feet, and toes especially can’t handle my teeth’s treatment. To avoid attention, she buries her face in pillows and roars with laughter that pierces the pillow. Though muffled, I can still hear her desperation, her helpless laughter.
I think that most of all, however, she fears the brush. Hairbrushes terrify her. Even when I place the bristles flat on her soles, she stiffens with anticipation. I can really only go fifteen straight seconds top, because anything more is cruel. Her eyes tear up and her face goes red. It’s cute.
Surprisingly, she kept her shoes on for a good chunk of time and when she finally took them off, she was wearing those no-show half-socks. I got duped. She took those off soon after, but I was still curious about the socks.
It didn’t take long for us to get closer and in a week or two, she spent the night. The next morning we were getting into it again and she kept saying she had a chest fetish and a back fetish (which I later learned she meant she just liked them a lot, rather than a fetish), so between her words and how accepting the two previous girls were, I let it out that I had a foot fetish.
She thought I was kidding.
She told me she didn’t like her feet touched and it probably wouldn’t happen. I was devastated. A foot fetish is a big part of my life, and I considered letting her go because of it—especially since we were only fooling around and not at all serious. In time, I gradually warmed her to it. Or rather, she accepted it because of me. I don’t think she truly enjoys foot stuff, as she doesn’t get turned on from it and tends to make a face when I lick her feet wet, but she likes the dominance aspect and keeping me happy.
With tickling, she told me she likes being tickled, but it’s too much for her, so she’ll try to escape it all the same. One time before I told her my fetish, we were mock arguing and I placed my hands on her ribs and dared her to say something negative again. She accepted the challenge and did and I tickled her furiously while she laughed desperately. A few moments of this I thought was enough and I asked if she surrendered. Nope. So I kept at this and kept asking her, and she declined each time. Finally I decided to go hard and really get her, and she finally backed down, breathless.
I forget how, but I did discover that her inner hips are the most ticklish spot on her body. Tickling her on the hips was explosive, even more than K from my last story on her feet. She could only handle a few seconds of this before legitimately panicking and I never pushed it. But yeah, she’d go wild.
I asked her one time why she always wore socks with Toms, as they were traditionally a sockless shoe. She told me that her feet tended to reek, even through the socks. Sure enough, during the times I’ve gotten my hands on them, her little black socks were damp with sweat. I’ve since convinced her to go sockless and she agrees it’s far more comfortable and she’s glad I enjoy smelly feet, otherwise she’d be far more self-conscious.
When she wears her Toms, even for an hour, they stink up the area. One sniff and I’m in heaven. She doesn’t even need to go near her feet as I can smell them from afar and she hates it.
When they stink like that, I take it upon myself to clean them. I tend to pin her down and run my tongue up and down her soles, sucking on her toes. She’s not that ticklish when I do this, but my nibbling drives her wild. Her heels, arches, balls of her feet, and toes especially can’t handle my teeth’s treatment. To avoid attention, she buries her face in pillows and roars with laughter that pierces the pillow. Though muffled, I can still hear her desperation, her helpless laughter.
I think that most of all, however, she fears the brush. Hairbrushes terrify her. Even when I place the bristles flat on her soles, she stiffens with anticipation. I can really only go fifteen straight seconds top, because anything more is cruel. Her eyes tear up and her face goes red. It’s cute.
wish the best for both of you!
Thanks for sharing your experiences here. 
