Do you have a feet fetish?

I didn’t know how much I loved a man who loves feet until I met this one specific guy. During this time, I hadn’t experimented too much with different fetishes. I knew I was attracted to women and I knew I loved anal but that was about it. I knew this guy, we will call him Matt, just for privacy reasons. So I knew Matt for a few years and I knew he always wanted a taste of me. He didn’t hide it at all, he was always making sexual jokes towards me. He even made jokes about having a sexual love for feet! I figured he was just joking about his foot fetish but he wasn’t joking at all! This was the first man I had met with a real foot fetish! Anyway, at some point in my life, I had lost my job and he helped out. He hired me at the office he managed and I started working there the same day as my interview.

So at this point, not only was he my friend, he was also my boss. Which made my work life a breeze! Of course, I always did my job but he never made me do any of the extra bullshit. Eventually, we became very close. We would take our lunch breaks together, we would take smoke breaks together. We hung out all the time! During all of this, he was still making sex jokes and foot fetish jokes. It was totally normal and I had gotten used to his sexual humor. Since, I knew he wanted me, I would make jokes too.

I would tease him and he knew exactly what I was doing.

One particular day, I was in his office and I kept making jokes about how we wouldn’t kiss me. I would call him a pussy and tell him he wasn’t man enough to make any moves on me. Calling a man a pussy, is always the best way to make them do what you want. Before I knew it, I had slammed me up against the wall and started kissing me. He used his tongue in my mouth in ways I never felt before. It was the end of the work day and everyone was starting to leave. We could have just fucked right then and there but there were cameras in his office and everywhere else too. The corner we were in was a blind spot on the cameras, not much room to do much of anything. So he offered me to come home with him.

Of course, I couldn’t say no. I called my ride from work and told them I found another way home. We hopped on the back of his motorcycle and went to his place. I loved the feeling of the wind rushing through me as we went fast on the roads. It was exhilarating!

Part One

If you enjoyed this, stay tuned for part two coming out on Saturday! Or, if you can’t wait, check out my audio!

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