THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF WOMEN'S SHOES AND FEET

There's nothing I love more than to stroke the supple wrinkled soles of ayoung women's feet, or rub the soft leather straps of her sandals. Those aresome of the things that turn me on, because I have a foot and shoe fetish. As a child I loved to admire women's leather loafers and sandals. I wouldeven rub my own little leather loafers against my dick. When I was aboutfour, I would sometimes get caught rubbing my little pecker as I gawked at anice soft- looking pair of shoes on a woman's feet. They didn't know what Iwas doing though, as they would always ask me if I had to go to the bathroom. The first experience I actually had, masturbating with women's shoes waswhen I was eight at my baby-sitter's house. Her name was Wanda and she wasfourteen and she had a ten-year-old sister named Donna. They always woreleather penny loafers and sandals that got my undivided attention. Theirshoes really turned me on, and I wanted them badly. One day I found some oftheir older shoes downstairs in the playroom. There were loafers and sandalsalong with some other shoes that looked pretty sexually arousing. I sat downon the floor with the shoes and began to feel their leather uppers between myfingers, the shoes were so soft I couldn't stand it. I then began tomasturbate with as many as I could before reaching a climax. One day theytook a bunch of junk from their basement outside and burned it. The shoes that I enjoyed so much, were among that junk, and they were also burned. I remember watching the fire twist and consume all of those beautiful leather shoes. I was especially intrigued by the way the leather straps of thesandals twisted and flopped around in the fire. Ever since I watched Wandaburn those shoes, my sexual gratification is taken to a higher level wheneverI set shoes on fire and masturbate to orgasm while watching them burn. Sincethe old shoes were gone, I would then sneak into their rooms when theyweren't around and masturbate with their good shoes. My foot fetish stemmedfrom my shoe fetish. When I was in the sixth grade, there was a girl in myclass, named Cheryl, who always wore these awesome brown leather sandals. Isat in a desk in the back of the room and she sat in the next row, one seatup from me. I could watch her sandals without anyone noticing. I wouldmasturbate as I watched her flex her feet in the sandals, making the softleather straps bend and crinkle. One day as I was watching her sandals, Ibegan to take notice of the wrinkles on the arches of her feet. The patternof wrinkles changed constantly as she flexed her feet in the sandals and herfeet really began to turn me on. Later in the school year, she and I becamefriends and we played together at recess. Sometimes I would grab her feetand tickle her soles through the straps of her sandals. What I was reallydoing was feeling of her sandals and soft arches. One day at her house, shelet me rub her feet and sandals, and it really turned me on. As we sat onthe couch together, I put the heels of her sandals on the bulge of my dickand masturbated against them, while I rubbed her soft arches and the suppleleather straps of her sandals. She really didn't know what I was doing, shejust sat there and watched. After I was finished, I asked her if I couldhave her sandals. She just giggled, took them off, and gave them to me.After the sixth grade we went our own ways and I found pleasure in watchingother feet. This was the birth of my foot fetish, and it would change mysexual life forever. When I was about twelve, my foot fetish began tomature, and I became extremely obsessed with women's feet. My favorite partsof women's feet are the soles, especially the curvy, wrinkled arches. Thearches look so soft and supple as they wrinkle and flex. I rode this littlevan-type bus to school when I was thirteen and had my first experience withan adult woman's feet. Debra, a twenty-year-old teacher's aide rode the buswith us, and her feet had the wrinkliest soles that I ever saw. She worethese thong sandals with broad brown leather straps that allowed me to seeall of her feet. Her soft wrinkled soles and the supple leather straps ofher sandals kept my attention constantly. She also worked in the school andwould walk around all day in those thongs. I would watch her soles wrinkleas she walked and my dick would get really hard. I would masturbatediscretely as I watched her feet. It drove me wild when she would kneel downto pick something up because I would get to see her wrinkled soles flex. Oneday on the bus she crossed her leg and started jiggling her foot as thesandal dangled from her toes. This gave me an excellent view of her left sole. As she sat there, I began to masturbate while staring at the wrinkleson her arch. As I stared at the wrinkled sole, I began to think of somethinga little strange. After seeing how good shoes can burn, I wondered how goodher feet would burn. As I masturbated, I imagined fire consuming thewrinkled arch of her soft bare foot. She saw what I was doing, but Icontinued to masturbate and stare at her foot. She gave me a harsh look andtold me to stop what I was doing. I didn't stop, I continued to masturbateand stare at her sexy feet. She then became very angry and moved to anotherseat. The next morning Debra took me into an office to discuss theordeal on the bus. She was wearing her thongs, so I began to stare at herfeet again. She started off by asking, "Why do you constantly stares at myfeet?" "I love the way your feet look. Your soles are so wrinkly!", I toldher. She then asked, "Why do you masturbate when you stare at them?" "Yourfeet sexually arouse me!", I told her. She smiled shyly and asked me to siton the couch that was in the office. She then locked the door and sat nextto me on the couch, and asked me, "If I let you play with my feet now, willyou stop masturbating in class and on the bus?" I agreed, so she removed hersandals and put her awesome feet into my lap. I then reached out and gentlywrapped my hands around her sexy supple bare feet. As I began to rub thesoft supple skin of her feet, my dick became as hard as steel. I couldn'tbelieve it, I had Debra bare feet in my lap, and now I was actually going tomasturbate with them. I pulled her feet onto my dick and began to masturbateagainst her heels. I flexed her feet downward and rubbed the soft wrinkledskin of her arches. Her feet felt so really soft that I imagined my fingerswere flames burning the wrinkled skin of her arches. As I masturbated wildlywith her feet, I envisioned flames raging all over her wrinkled soles. I hadan explosive orgasm as I rubbed every wrinkle on her soles. She woredifferent sandals the next day and gave me the leather thongs. Oh, how Iloved Debra's feet and their soft wrinkled soles. In high school I had anart teacher named Marianne who turned me on to clogs. She always wore clogs,and would take her feet in and out of them continuously, displaying herawesome pink wrinkled soles. I could not keep my eyes off of her feet andher beautiful leather clogs. She asked me to stay late one afternoon to helpher clean up, and I did. She kicked off her clogs next to her desk and beganto roam barefooted around the room. When she went into an adjacent room toput up some clay, I sat in her chair, picked up her clogs, and rubbed themgently against my cock. Oh how I loved the feel of that soft leather betweenmy fingers as I began to masturbate more furiously. I nearly jumped out ofmy skin when she caught me in the act. I thought that I was in deep shit asshe stood there looking down at me, so I just held the clogs motionless in mylap. She told me that she knew that I liked her clogs and that was why sheasked me to stay late. I asked her if I could look at her soles while Imasturbated. She then sat across from me, put her feet upon the desk, andpositioned her soles for me to look at. I fucked and rubbed the leatherclogs as I stared at her soft pink wrinkled soles. I reached out and rubbedher soft arches with one hand as I continued to fuck her clogs wildly. As myfingers stroked her wrinkled arch, I imagined it catching on fire. I thenput that hand back on the clogs to finish myself off while trying to envisionflames burning the soft wrinkled skin on the soles of her delicate feet. Ifelt the cum unloading in my pants as I rubbed the clogs violently againstmy dick. The next day she gave me those clogs so that I could fuck them whenever I wanted to. She told me that I was taking a little part of her. I still have and fuck those clogs. I had some really good times when I wentwith my parents to see their friends who had teenage daughters. I wouldalways go to the young girls' bedrooms when they weren't around to play withtheir shoes. I masturbated with some of the best clogs and sandalsimaginable. I even did my female cousin Devorah's shoes on a regular basis. Devorah's had a pair of wedge heeled leather sandals which I took home tomasturbate with and burn. Not only her sandals excited me. Her awesomelooking feet drove me sexually wild. Her feet were nicely formed with thehigh wrinkled arches that appeared to be very soft. I would often get sexualthrills from looking at her bare feet. Sometimes she played barefoot in herroom and layed face down across her bed to read a comic book. Her feet wouldthen be hanging off the edge, giving me an excellent view of her wrinkledsoles. I would then sit in the floor at her feet and masturbate with hersandals while watching her tender soles flex and wrinkle. Her soles lookedas if they would burn really well. Damn, how the flames would eat thosesoles alive. Each time I masturbated with her sandals while staring at herfeet I would cum in my pants. One day after playing outside she asked me ifI wanted to go into her room and look at her feet some more. I couldn'tbelieve it, she knew what I was doing and was going to let me do it somemore. After removing her sandals, she got up onto the bed just likebefore and showed me her bare soles. She just smiled and said, "Go ahead,pick up my sandals and play with them like you always do." I began to gowild masturbating with her sandals while I looked at her wrinkling soles. The sight of her soles and the feel of her sandals on my dick made me shoot abig load in my pants. After that massive orgasm, we changed into ourswimsuits and went outside to her pool. Both of our parents left for awhile, so we were alone at the house. After about two hours of playing inthe pool, we got into the Jacuzzi and reclined across from each other in thewarm water. Devorah then raised her feet out of the water and pointed hertoes at me. She then asked, "What you really want is to play with my feet,isn't it?" I answered, "Oh yes, give me your feet, please." She lowered herfeet into my lap, looked at me and said, "Go ahead, you can play with myfeet." I eagerly grabbed her feet, and pressed her soft heels firmly againstmy rock hard dick. I rubbed her heels against my dick furiously, as Istroked those incredibly soft arches with my fingers. I would bend her feetdown so the soles would wrinkle even more. I ran my fingers along herarches, and savored the softness of each wrinkle. Her wrinkled soles were sodamn soft, that it drove me wild with pleasure. The cum soon exploded frommy dick as it pulsated against the supple heels of Devorah's feet. WhenDevorah was fourteen, she invited me over to her house while her parents wereout of town. She wanted me to come over to play with her feet some more. Devorah seemed to really enjoy having her feet masturbated with. After I arrived at her house, the first thing Devorah did was to show me all of her shoes. Devorah sat on the edge of the bed as I took turns masturbating withher feet and her shoes. I then asked her, "Do you have a pair we could burn?" She responded by asking, "A pair we could burn? Does it excite you toburn shoes?" I replied, "Oh yes, I love to watch the leather of shoes burn."She reached down and picked up a pair of her sandals and said, "No problem,let's go." They were Bass leather sandals with soft broad brown leatherstraps and padded suede insoles. She led me into the den and pulled back thescreen of the fireplace. She then put the sandals in the fireplace and litthe rubber soles. She then got onto her knees to watch the fire. I lookedbehind her and saw her soft wrinkled soles begging to be fucked. I went downand mounted her feet and began to hunch against her heels and arches. As thefire burned her sandals, I began to wildly fuck my cousin's soft soles. Devorah whined and squealed as her sandals burned and her feet were fucked. As the leather straps on her sandals burned wildly in the flames, my dickunloaded a huge blob of cum onto Devorah's wrinkled soles. She made little"ooh" sounds as my cum streamed onto the soles of her sexy feet. Devorah andI never did this kind of thing again, but as she outgrew her shoes she wouldgive them to me. I mentioned our foot games to her when we were older, andshe said, "That was really gross, I can't believe I let you do that with my feet." Devorah was fun then, but now she's somewhat boring. I remember going over to Wanda's one night when I was sixteen, so she could help me withmy homework. When I walked into her house, I just had to look down at herfeet. She was wearing these awesome looking sandals with brown leatherstraps and four inch wedge heels. We sat on the couch together to discuss myliterature homework and Wanda removed those fuckable sandals. When she putthe sandals in the floor and let them go, the ankle straps limply floppedover to the sides of the soles. The sight of those limp straps flopping overmade my dick twitch. Wanda was now barefooted, and the feet that had neverturned me on in a sexual way before were turning me on now. Her feet lookedso fuckably good that I could almost feel the wrinkles of her arches in myhands. As she sat next to me on the couch, she crossed her legs and began toflex her bare foot around, making her sole wrinkle. As we talked, I watchedthe skin of her arch wrinkle with her every foot movement. The phone rang soWanda got up and went into a back bedroom to talk. As she walked away, Iwatched the soles of her feet wrinkle with each step she took. I picked upthe sandals that I had seen earlier and began to rub them frantically againstmy raging hard-on. As I masturbated with her sandals, I rubbed theincredibly soft straps viscously between my fingers. I was about to cum whenI heard, "Hey, you're fucking my sandals, aren't you?" Being startled, Idropped the sandals onto the floor and smiled up at Wanda. Wanda then asked,"Mine and Donna's shoes were always in disarray after I baby-sat you. Youfucked them didn't you?" Wanda picked up her sandals, handed them to me,and said, "Go ahead, I want to watch you fuck em." I removed my pants andproceeded to give those sandals a good workout as I masturbated franticallywith that soft leather. My dick touched every inch of that supple softleather, as Wanda watched. Wanda then demanded, "Cum on my sandals, soak theleather real good." I then inserted my dick through the broad strap on thefront of one sandal and pumped in and out. My dick was tightly encasedbetween the leather strap and the padded leather insole that showed the imprint of Wanda's sole. I then felt the overwhelming sensation of afantastic orgasm as my cum shot out in spurts onto the buttery soft leatherinsole. Wanda enjoyed that almost as much as I did. As we sat back on thecouch and discussed my fetish, I reminded Wanda of a very important event inmy past. I asked her, "Do you remember when you and Donna took your shoesoutside and burned them in that fire?" She then inquired, "Yeah, I remember.Did that excite you too?" I answer, "I sure did. I loved watching thoseshoes burn then, and I love to burn shoes now." Wanda asked me, "Would youlike to burn a pair of my shoes." I asked her if I could burn the sandalsthat I had just fucked. She said, "No, but I have an older pair similar tothese that I'll let you burn." She went to her room and brought back thatpair of sandals and a pair of well-worn clogs. She then asked, "Are yougoing to masturbate while the shoes burn?" I told her yes and she put thesandals into the fireplace and reached for a match. As she knelt in front ofthe fireplace to set fire to the soles of the sandals, I watched her tendersoles wrinkle. She sat on the couch with me as I masturbated with hersandals again and watched the other pair burn. Wanda put her feet up on thecoffee table while she sat on the couch and watched me masturbate. I wouldalternate between watching her feet and watching the fire. Wanda then asked,"Do you also have an interest in my feet?" I answered and begged, "Oh yes,Wanda! Let me play with your feet, please." She then said, "Of course youcan play with my feet.", As she swung her legs around and placed her plumpsupple size-nine feet on by hard dick. Wanda was a plump woman, so she hadplump squishy soft feet, the kind I like best. I pulled down my pants andpressed her heels firmly against my exposed hard dick. I tenderly strokedWanda's wrinkled arches, as I masturbated against her heels and watched hersandals burn. As the flames raged wildly on the soft brown leather straps ofWanda's sandals, I put my dick between her soft arches and let my pre-cumooze onto them. As the sandals blazed, I shot off a stream of cum thatcovered the tops of Wanda's feet and soft little toes. As I watched my cumrun down onto the soft wrinkles of her arches, I sat back and caught mybreath. I fucked Wanda's feet again and burned the clogs she brought outearlier. Once again I came on her feet and enjoyed doing it. One of thelast events of my teenage years was when I was eighteen and desperatelylooking for more feet to fuck. There was a thirteen-year old girl namedRenee, who lived on my street and had a crush on me. One night, her mother went out with a boyfriend and she asked me to come over and stay with Renee. After arriving at Renee's house the first thing I noticed was her tenderlittle bare feet. I sat on the couch to watch T.V., and Renee sat down atthe other end of the couch. Renee then began to playfully poke me in theribs with her innocent little toes. I grabbed her feet and asked her, "Is itOK if I rub your feet." Renee replied in a pirky voice, "OK, sure.", as she placed her feet in my lap. I started rubbing Renee's feet and they were very soft and wrinkled on the soles. Renee then said, "That feels real good." Ithen slowly began pulling her feet up on my dick as I continued to rub them. I then started rubbing my dick with her heels as my fingers stroked herdelicate arches. Renee asked, "What are you doing with my feet now?" I toldher, "I'm just enjoying your soft little feet." She just watched and let mecontinue. I then asked her, "Do you mind if take my dick out and rub it withyour feet?" She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, and I eagerly pulled outmy dick. I put my dick between the balls of her feet and went wildmasturbating and rubbing her wrinkled soles. It didn't take me long to coverher feet with my warm cum. She ran her fingers through the cum on her feet,as she smiled back at me. I then saw some clogs by the patio door. and Iasked Renee if I could do the same thing with them. She said, "They're my sister's clogs, but you can play with them if you want to." I began masturbating with the clogs and rubbing the leather as Renee watched. I then asked her, "Can I can burn these clogs while I play with your feet again." She replied, "Sure, go ahead. Burn 'em." I then lit the gas starter in thefireplace and put the clogs into the flames. I then masturbated myself toanother orgasm with Renee's feet as I watched the clogs burn. I played withRenee's feet every weekend until she moved away. Soon after that I found agirlfriend who would let me do her feet. By now I have serviced many shoesand many feet and have concluded that I am an expert foot and shoe fetishist. I have seen, touched, and/or played with many different women's feet and some are better than others, but none were perfect. I didn't think there were a perfect pair of feet, until I was twenty-two. My first wife, Pepper,had a friend named Debbie, who we went and visited once. When I first sawher, I immediately took notice of her feet. "Oh shit!", I thought, "Her feetare georgeous." Pepper knew that I liked feet and she even let me masturbatewith one of her other friend's feet. Those feet were OK, but they didn'tlook no where as good as Debbie's did. I knew that her feet must be soft, because they looked so good. I checked out her feet real good that day asshe walked and sat around her apartment that day. After that visit, I toldPepper how much I liked Debbie's feet. Pepper said that she didn't mind if Iplayed with Debbie's feet, but she didn't know if Debbie would let me or not. We saw Debbie a few more times, and each time I got to see her feet. Onceday I found my way into her closet when she wasn't aware of it, and I had sexwith her shoes. I wanted her feet so badly I couldn't stand it, but I was toshy to approach her about it. One night Debbie came over to ourapartment, and she was wearing brown leather wedge sandals. I once againcouldn't keep my eyes off her awesome looking feet. Her red painted toenailswere clearly visible in those sandals and they drove me wild. Pepper wentinto another room, so Debbie came over and sat on the couch with me and beganto talk with me. Debbie twisted around toward me and said, "I understandthat you desire my feet." I was in shock as I looked down to find her feeton the couch, only inches from my leg. Pepper then came into the room andsaid, "OK, there they are, they're all yours." I then looked at Debbie, andshe smiled as I pulled her feet into my lap. I just sat there and looked atthe objects of my desire with great admiration. I picked up each one of herfeet and slowly looked them over carefully and tenderly touched and strokedtheir soft skin. I then began to probe my fingers between her feet andsandals to feel the texture of her soles. Those soles were extremely softand wrinkly. I also rubbed the leather of her sandals as I rubbed her feet. After I made my first thorough inspection of her feet, I removed my pants andunderwear and sat back down on the couch. I then picked up Debbie's feet andplaced them gently onto my awaiting hard dick. I began to slowly rub theheels of Debbie's sandals against my dick in a circular motion as I stroked her tender wrinkled arched with fingers. Her feet were so good, I almostcame immediately. Pepper must have told her more than what I thought becauseDebbie began to repeatedly say, "Burn my feet, burn em, ooh burn em." I then began to intensify my masturbation as I pretended that my fingers were flamesas they stroked her sweet wonderful feet. Debbie then began to masturbateherself as she repeated to me, "Oh yes, they're on fire, they're burning up." I then slowly unbuckled her sandals and sensuously removed them. As Islowly removed the sandals from her feet, I rubbed and crumpled the strapsviolently to simulate fire burning them. Debbie then said, "Yes, Yes, burnmy sandals too, ooh burn my feet, burn my sandals." I began to go wild withDebbie's bare size-nines as I rubbed her soft wrinkled soles. Debbie thenbegan to slowly slide her right foot up my chest toward my face, as Icontinued to sexually ravage her left foot. She then put her delicate toesagainst my lips, and I began to suck them eagerly. Debbie began to have amajor orgasm as I fucked one foot and sucked the toes of the other. WhenDebbie finished cumming, I placed my dick between the balls of her feet. Ithen fucked her feet wildly, and rubbed their tender soles until I coveredthem with my cum. After a good rest, I asked Debbie to lay face downin the floor. I then mounted myself on top of Pepper, with Debbie's feet atmy face. I then began to fuck my wife, as I once again rubbed Debbie'sperfectly soft feet. I rolled, twisted, and gyrated around on Pepper, as Irubbed and enjoyed her best friend's feet. I twisted and curled her feetaround as I rubbed them to make them wrinkle more. I moved her right foot up to my face and sucked her toes, as I rubbed the arch of the left foot. I eventually came inside of Pepper as I ravaged Debbie's feet. That was a wonderful night thanks to Debbie's wonderful feet. Debbie came over foranother visit and I fucked her feet again. That was the last time I ever sawDebbie. She died two weeks later in an apartment fire. She was asleep whenthe fire broke out, and she never woke up. Debbie died as she slept, and herbody burned up in the fire. I would often wonder about the fire and how itmust have looked when her feet were on fire. When I masturbate sometimes, Iimagine Debbie's burning feet and have an explosive orgasm. There wereperfect feet, and Debbie Heard had them. Pepper had a sister named Monica,and she had nice feet too. Her feet did not have very high arches but theywere nice and large with plenty of wrinkles on the soles. I told Pepper thatI wanted to play with her sister's feet. Pepper told me, "There's no waythat Monica will ever let you play with her feet." If Monica would notwillingly let me have her feet, I would just take them by force andmasturbate with them. Monica stayed with us for a week once, while shelooked for a new apartment. At night as Monica slept, I would pull back hercovers and sneak peeks at her feet. I would sometimes gently stroke hersoles as I looked at them. One night I masturbated to orgasm with a pair ofher sandals, as I gently rubbed her wrinkled sole. One afternoon, Monica waswearing Bass sandals with brown leather straps and suede insoles, the same sandals that I masturbated with a few nights before. My dick sprung to lifeas I looked at her feet. Monica was reading an apartment finder, so Imasturbated as I gawked at her sexy feet. I got myself so worked up that Iwas on the verge of cumming in my pants. The temptation got the better ofme, so I got into the floor and crawled over to Monica's feet. Monica lookeddown and asked, "Just what on earth are you doing down there?" "I want yourfeet!", I said, as I picked up her right foot and pressed the sole of hersandal against the hard bulge of my dick. I then inserted my fingers betweenher arch and the insole of her sandal and began to mastubate. I masturbatedwildly with her foot and stroked her soft wrinkled arch, as she struggled toget away. I was so excited by the feel of Monica's soft wrinkled arch, thatI came in my pants almost immediately. She got mad and told me not to everdo that again. One night as Monica was packing her things to move into hernew apartment, I spotted a pair of long brown leather boots in a box that shehad her shoes in. As I sat there looking at the boots, I could see that theshafts were very crumply and unlined. Once again temptation got the betterof me, so I reached into the box and took out the boots. I then pressed thesoles of the boots against the hard bulge of my dick and began to masturbatewith them. As I masturbated, I rubbed and crumpled the soft leather shafts. This made the leather squeek, getting Monica's attention. Monica just satthere and gave me a strange look, as I ravaged her soft boots. Monica thensaid, "I can't wear those boots anymore, so if you want them you can havethem." That was fine with me. I then pulled my pants and underwear off andbegan to rub my dick all over the soft leather shafts. Monica said, "You aresuch a pervert!" as I went wild with the boots. She sat and watched me as Iapproached orgasm with the crumpled leather of the boots. My dick turneddeep red and unload a powerful blast of cum. The first pulse of cum shot outacross the leather of the boot, but the second pulse flew over and splatteredonto the wrinkled sole of Monica's left foot. The sight of my cum on hersole excited me even more, so I went over to Monica and began to franticallyfuck her left foot. This time she didn't try to stop me as I rapidly approached orgasm and shot cum all over her soft wrinkled sole. Monicathought I was a real pervert and never let me near her feet again. Those arejust some of the things that I like to do with women's feet and shoes.