Mark had all the time been obsessed with her feet. Ever since he met her at the bar last summer, and she took off her shoes to reveal her perfectly manicured toes, he couldn’t stop thinking about them. He tried his best to hide his fetish, but it was nearly impossible. Every time they went on a date, Mark would discover excuses to touch her feet or massage them.
One evening, she invited him over to her place, and Mark couldn’t help but feel excited. As soon as he walked through the door, he could smell the perfume on her feet. She saw the look on his face and giggled.
“Are you excited to see my feet?” She asked coyly.
Mark felt embarrassed but nodded anyway. She led him to her bedroom and sat down on the bed, her long legs stretched out in front of her. Mark sat down next to her, and they started making out. His hands roamed over her body, and he could feel himself getting hard.
When they paused for a moment, she put her feet on his lap. Mark couldn’t believe his luck. He ran his hands over the arches of her feet, gently massaging them. Her toes curled, and she moaned softly.
“That feels so good,” she whispered.
Mark felt a rush of excitement, knowing that she was enjoying his touch. He leaned down and kissed each one of her toes, savoring the taste of her skin. He ran his tongue along the soles of her feet, listening to her moans of pleasure.
She sat up and pulled him close, their bodies pressed together. Mark could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and he knew he wanted her badly. She leaned in and kissed him, and he could feel himself getting lost in her scent.
“Take me,” she whispered. “I’m all yours.”
Mark didn’t need to be asked twice. He pushed her down onto the bed and took off her panties. She spread her legs, and he could see the wetness between her thighs. He leaned down and ran his tongue over her clit, making her gasp. She moaned loudly as he plunged his fingers inside her, moving in and out in a rhythm that made her toes curl. She came hard, her body shaking with pleasure.
Afterwards, they lay there for a while, catching their breath. Mark couldn’t believe how amazing she was, and how much he loved her feet. He knew he would all the time be obsessed with them, and he didn’t care.
“I love you,” he whispered to her.
“I love you too,” she said, smiling.
They fell asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms, Mark’s hand resting on her foot. He knew that he was the luckiest man alive, to have found someone who shared his obsession and loved him for it.