First foot fetish experience

[Deleted Member]

Hey everyone,

Next week I’m going to have a foot fetish experience for the first time, I’ve known the fact that I have foot fetish for a long time, but couldn’t find anyone who would agree to it. I’m so happy to have this opportunity but I’m not sure how it will go and what should I do to have a good time, and what should I do for her in return so she would like it as much as I do 😅

[Deleted Member]

Just relax, take your time and let your sensuality flow through your fingers and lips. I'm sure she will enjoy the moment.

[AA****]

Warm lube or oil, don't overheat but the warm oil/lube dripping on skin can be a very pleasant experience for both parties

[Ro****]

Damn just make you try a footjob experience super hot, and when she's in missionary make sure to suck on them toes, it does something to them most of the time.

[pu****]

Let it happen naturally. When she can tell how much it's turning you on, it will turn her on ad well, as she'll get more down with the situation, and you will loosen up.

[ey****]

there's stuff you've said which sounds great, but also extremely vague - so, from the start

what has been agreed? "foot fetish" and even "foot worship" are big catch alls.  Are you just going to look while she jiggles her toes? Are you going to be massaging? Smelling? Kissing? Licking? Sucking? Giving a Pedi? Footjob? etc etc etc

It's kinda important you're on the same wave length.   Obviously things can change even on the day, but having a loose idea that you're both happy with what is to be done

Equally, it's always worth learning a few massage techniques if you're into foot fetish, while women aren't a hive mind - I don't think many willing to have someone at their feet would say no to a good massage.

Otherwise, kinda - especially if it's someone you don't know - turn up at the agreed time, respect her boundaries, take care of your own personal hygiene, leave when you're expected to

What you can also do, of course, is if you bring a gift this can be a good icebreaker and thank you 

 

[Deleted Member]

Just enjoy her beautiful feet and keep eye contact. The rest will come naturally 😈

[Deleted Member]

Well! It didn’t happen 🥲 she said she’s not sure if she wants to do it, back to square one

[Ro****]

Oh no what happened?

[ArcherLegend]

I'll share with you my very first experience at a Footnight Party:

I recently had the extreme good fortune of experiencing something I have dreamt
of my entire life. It was an amazing night; surpassing even my most lurid fantasies,
but there is one big problem…I cannot tell any of my friends about it!!!

Let me explain by first revealing that I am an admirer of female feet. I am actually a
raving fanatical fiend for the fine form of the female foot. But I have maintained
this fetish a complete secret my entire life. Always afraid to show my passion for
*** of suffering the taunts of being a freak. I have enjoyed very minimal foot
contact and play with the occasional girlfriend, but none of them ever seemed to
enjoy it the way I did, so I quickly moved on to other areas, suppressing my
strongest desires.

Of course, with the prominence of an overwhelming array fetishes and far out
things on the Internet, I have learned that I am not alone. Still, as I’ve never heard
any friend mention a similar interest I continued to harbor my secret taste for toes.
Now, to reveal what I recently experienced: I worked up the courage to visit a Fetish
Club for what they called a Foot Night Party. I wasn’t sure what to expect and nearly
backed out, but I kept telling myself that I should at least have a look even if I don’t
participate. Three days before the event I began experiencing difficulty sleeping.
The anticipation was building and my nerves were all aflutter. I even emailed the
event organizer, peppering him with questions and asking to confirm all sorts of
details large and small.

The evening of the party I received a call from the job and was told about an early
meeting the next morning. I almost used that as an excuse to chicken out and not
attend. Something inside urged me to give it a chance. I decided I could invest at
least an hour to see what it was all about.

I drank two bottles of water during the half hour drive to the place as my mouth
was so dry from nervousness. I arrived to find several cars in the lot, but no people
in sight. I sat in the car for a couple minutes before summoning the strength to
walk through the front door and made a beeline for the restroom to relieve myself
of all that water. After that I walked through the entire club, just looking around. It
was not crowed which made me feel so much more comfortable. I saw a few
couples tucked into dark corners. I glanced briefly out of curiosity, before nervously
averting my eyes. I wandered back through the club, probably looking wide-eyed
and lost. That’s certainly how I felt.

A tall, slender, very lovely blonde lady made eye contact and said “hi.”
I greeted her back. She asked if I was okay and I whispered “It’s my first time.”
She smiled sweetly, introduced herself as Kim, took my hand and talked to me for a
few minutes before guiding me to a more secluded corner and asking “What is it
you like?”
“I like feet” I answered in another whisper “I really like female feet, but I’ve never
told anyone before now.”
“Do you like my feet?”
“Oh yes. They are gorgeous.”
She smiled and thanked me for the compliment.
Then I asked “May I see them closer?”
She responded “Of course. Do you want a session?”
“Oh yeah…definitely!”

We slid two stiff plastic chairs together and sat facing each other. She removed her shoes and
lifted her feet for me to see. I stared at them. They looked so soft and smooth. I
reached out to touch them. I caressed them, top and bottom. Kim’s size sevens
really were as smooth as they’d looked. Instinctively I lifted them higher and
pressed my face into her soles. I inhaled strongly, taking in the delicious aroma of
her sweet soles. I kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked for what seemed like two
minutes, but she told me it had actually been ten. My nervousness was now mixed
with excitement. I thanked Kim and she joked about having popped my cherry then
told me to go enjoy myself. I felt invigorated and had every intention of following
her advice.

I wandered around for a couple minutes and spotted a young lady sitting alone. I
approached and made conversation. I wanted to confirm that she was here for the
Foot Night Party as well. Tristan was a cute, young Colombian lady with pale skin and
cute five and a half sized feet. She allowed me to lift her feet up to view them better. I asked if I could remove her shoes and she said yes. I removed her shoes, one at a time, massaging each foot briefly in the process.
I couldn’t wait any longer so I bent over to kiss them. They were cute, petite feet
with bright red nails. Her short toes were so perfectly smooth; they hardly showed
any creases at the joints as if her toes would be unable to bend. I asked her to
wiggle them for me and she did. I pulled them close and let her wiggling toes brush
my face, then I pulled them to my mouth and extended my tongue to give her a
dance floor for those little piggies. She smiled and giggled as I devoured her
delicious feet, kissing her arches, sliding my tongue across her soles from heel to
toes, then passing my tongue repeatedly between those sweet little toesies. Again,
ten minutes felt like two. I was beginning to wonder how I was losing all that time,
but figured it was simply because I was having so much fun. This young lady told
me she wanted to introduce me to a friend of hers who she knew I would like. We
walked through the club, but didn’t find her. Unperturbed, she carried me to
another friend. She introduced me to Jackie who was dancing alongside another girl
on the dance floor. Jackie flashed a friendly smile and came over to talk with me.
She seemed tall, but she was in heels. The rest of her body fell perfectly into place
as well. Her size six feet were perfectly manicured and incredibly soft. I really
couldn’t believe how soft they were, even more so than some younger girls. She
told me it was all due to extensive care: frequent manicures and lots of lotion. I
don’t know what type lotion she uses, but it was certainly dong the job. I licked
them up and down, moving up to her ankle, then across her heel and back to those
succulent soles. I began to nibble the sides of her feet with my teeth.
“Are you biting me?” she inquired with a little laugh.
“Yes” I moaned, “I want to chew off your foot and take it home with me.”
“Can’t do that” she instructed, “I need to go home with both of them.”
I continued licking and lapping like a frenzied puppy with a new squeaky toy until
she told me the time was up. I thanked her and moved to a quieter part of the club to sit for a
minute and gather myself. 

My heart was racing, my head was spinning and I now had the flavor of
three gorgeous foot models on my eager tongue. I knew I had waited way too long
to realize this lifelong fantasy. I had moved from being a female foot admirer to now being an experienced female
foot lover. I was invigorated. I felt like a new man; or maybe even something more
than human. I sensed a confirmed change in myself, like a predator that has had its
first taste of human flesh: I was blinded to everything else except thinking how I
could get more. I was on a foot feeding frenzy!

I felt different now. My nervousness was nearly gone and had been replaced by
excitement. I walked around the club and began a conversation with a couple other
patrons. We actually discussed what we had come here for and how we’d been
fortunate enough to find exactly what we’d wanted. This one fellow couldn’t stop
talking about being trampled. He urged me to try it. While being stepped or
stomped on weren’t in my range of fantasies I thought that maybe I should
consider it as this night had already taught me so much. My new friend went into
more detail about the importance of selecting the right girl to perform the
trampling, suggesting specifically that you start out with the lightest weight
possible. He further expressed how critical it was to ensure the rhythm of your
breathing was just right to prevent worse *** and bruising. I could see his
enthusiasm and appreciated his candor, but I told him I might save that for the next
party.

I moved, with my new confidence, towards the front of the club. I bumped into tasty Tristan. She greeted me with a big smile and asked “Did you enjoy Jackie?”
“I sure did” I confirmed.
So she promptly introduced me to yet another friend of hers. Mandy was a very tall,
slender young lady of Cuban-Puerto Rican mix. It was definitely a great blend of
flavors. This twenty year old was also at her very first foot night party. We talked for
a while, and then I suggested we have a seat on the sofa.
“What size are your feet?” I asked.
“Size nine” Mandy answered.
“How tall are you?”
“Five foot nine” she smiled “before the heels.”
“Wow. You sure present them well. May I take off your shoes?”
“Of course you can” she said as she playfully pulled her foot back as if she’d
changed her mind.
I slipped off her shoes and placed them on the floor, then gently caressed her feet
before bringing them directly up to press against my face. Mandy had the longest
toes I experienced that night, but there was further delight. Her feet possessed a
pungent, natural foot smell that had not been masked by the cleaning solution; or
maybe the flavor was ingrained in the leather of her pump. However it was
achieved, Mandy stood out among the girls with such an offering. I loved seeing the
beautiful smile on her face as I lapped my tongue all across her feet and twisted it
around each and every toe; sucking them deeply, both individually and all together
to best savor her genuine taste. After such a fulfilling snack I just sat back on the
sofa and relaxed for a while.

Life was good. Beautiful feet were abundant, and I was in heaven. I stopped by the
bar and had a beer alongside my trample addicted friend. He was rubbing his chest
and stomach and expressing how sore he was from having just endured yet
another session underneath the tortuous ecstasy of multiple feet. We talked for a
few more minutes over the beers until I spotted a divine Latina who I’d been
admiring from afar all night. I excused myself from the conversation and
approached my target.

This brown-skinned angel had the curves of a Central American mountain road and
a devilish smile that could scare away many a man. I felt the power of her gaze
when our eyes met, but I didn’t look away. I didn’t sense the *** I’d have surely felt
yesterday. Today I was a prowling foot monster and my mouth watered as I focused
on my next tasty meal. She introduced herself as Alexa and I conspicuously
scanned her body, running my eyes from her long, dark hair down to her perfectly
manicured toes. We clasped hands and adjourned to a secluded area with a large
sofa.
“I’ve been watching you all night” I admitted to her.
“Of course you have” she responded with confidence; then tossed back a challenge:
“So now what are you going to do?”
I could tell we were beyond words so I reached for her precious size four feet
without asking. I brought them up to meet my lips and kissed every bit of skin I
could reach through the straps of her super high heels. I then removed the shoes
and went to town on every other piece of skin.
“Wow” she said “I’ve finally found a real foot guy.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“All the other guys I’ve met just want to smell my feet or rub my toes, but you are
actually trying to eat them.”
“And I will eat them” I promised Alexa.
I worked on everything from the tips of her toes onward, when I reached her ankle
she seemed surprised.
“The ankle too?”
“Oh yeah. With an ankle that cute and an Achilles that well defined I have to taste
them too.” I explained.
She laughed a little then became more playful. She teased me by wiggling her toes
then surprised me by pulling back and slapping me in the face with her sole. The
shock showed on my face and her devilish smile returned. She pushed her feet in my face more aggressively and I pushed back as well; flicking my tongue and grabbing the meaty sides of her feet tightly in my teeth until
the exotic session was done. I needed to catch my breath after the encounter with Alexa.

I guess Alexa had turned me a little because someone else came along and made
the decision that I shouldn’t rest yet. A new girl grabbed hold of me and promised
to rock my world. Sonia was confident, witty and controlling. I was feeling a little
cocky at this point in the night so I mischievously pushed her down onto the sofa.
She laughed briefly then jumped at the apparent challenge. She was very frisky and
presented a gorgeous pair of well cared for feet. Before I knew it Sonia had me
splayed out on my back in submission. She stood above me, straddling my prone
body, with one foot after the other crushing my face and forcing her toes deep into
my mouth. I gasped for air between her attacks, but I did not try to push her away. I
felt my body quivering uncontrollably; my legs thrashed around involuntarily, and
an erection pushed hard in an attempt to escape from my jeans. When Sonia
stopped I moaned “Don’t stop!” as I dug into my pocket for another twenty dollar
bill. She gave me more of the same, this time adding her taunts “You’re a bad boy!”
To which I responded with an unintelligible moan as her delicious toes filled my
mouth.

I cannot imagine my night having been any better unless it just hadn’t ended. It
seemed almost perfectly choreographed as I steadily progressed from the quieter
ladies to the more aggressive women who broke me out of the shell of shyness and
release my inhibitions. I had planned to leave the party after only a couple hours
since I had the early meeting in the morning, but I wound up staying until the place
closed. I was simply caught up in the incredible atmosphere of this event.

I made it to work the next day, but I have no idea what that meeting was about. My
head was filled with images of dancing feet. One of my coworkers even made the
comment “You look different today. It’s like you are almost glowing.”
I tried to give him an uninterested look and said plainly “I don’t know what you’re
talking about.” But in the privacy of my brain I was repeatedly reliving the fantasies I
realized the night before and desperately calculating how long I might have to wait
for the next South Florida Foot Night Party.

Archer (Former Foot Party Virgin) October 2010

[NU****]

C

[Jordi121]

Can someone tell me how girls feel when someone lick their heels 

[BarefootScott]

Fucking tongue her soles and suck each goddam toe and masturbate while you do this. Ask if you can cum on her!