It's coming on October 8! My kinkiest story yet...
This contemporary romance focuses on the foot and shoe fetish. In it, Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of
her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't
resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her
passion: shoes.
This short story was the first I wrote about a form of sexual
desire in
which I have no interest whatsoever. Okay, I like a pair of pretty
shoes as much as the next girl, but I’m not sexually aroused by feet or
footwear. The first time
a man sucked my toes was after a hot and sweaty bike
ride, and candidly, I thought the experience a little disgusting. Not for me—I
wasn’t doing the sucking—but for the guy. Nevertheless, he seemed to really
enjoy it, despite the unsanitary nature of the activity. (He was a doctor, too,
which made what he did even more puzzling).
But each to
his own, I say, and if someone indulges a fetish and doesn’t hurt anyone else
(except with consent, of course) who am I to judge?
I wrote Kinky Toes during a time when I was
exploring ways to keep the writing fresh by focusing on fetishes I hadn’t
previously written about. Queen’s Quest (http://www.ellorascave.com/queen-s-quest.html)
is another story from that period, and it posits a society in which
exhibitionism is rampant and public sex perfectly acceptable—the conformation
of the futuristic planet I invented is such that birthrates are low, and
anything to get new births is encouraged.
I’m neither
an exhibitionist nor a foot fetishist, so both stories were a departure for me.
I didn’t know anything about foot or shoe fetishes, so I had to research both
subjects. Kinky Toes is the result.
Here’s a snippet to
sharpen your interest:
In the cab,
Shelbie became even more aware of Rick, if that were possible. He was big. Not
fat, but solid, sizable, with broad shoulders and an obviously muscular body
beneath his suit. She couldn’t help sneaking a peek at his crotch. The suit’s
fabric had pulled tight as he sat, tight enough that she could guess that
six-foot-two Rick’s body parts were proportional.
After giving the
cabbie an address she didn’t recognize, Rick didn’t say anything during the cab
ride. Rigid with a tension she couldn’t define, Shelbie didn’t have a word to
say either, not even when he picked up one of her feet and rested it in his
lap, atop his very substantial hard-on. She wiggled her foot and the stiletto
heel slid across the bulge in his pants.
He sighed, so she
did it again. Then again. He clamped his lips tight shut, apparently stifling a
groan as his erection swelled even more. He slid one finger
along the exposed arch of her foot. It didn’t feel ticklish, exactly, but was
tingly, the kind of tingle her pussy liked.
He inserted his
finger into her toe cleavage. The spot between the big toe and the next was
tiny, smaller than his index finger. His abrupt thrust hurt a little, and
Shelbie had a mad vision of the time when she’d lost her virginity. Her pussy
had been too small for the tool her then-boyfriend had wielded.
She had that same
feeling now, an ache as something big intruded into her body’s smaller space.
She tried to pull away but he persisted, twisting his finger until he’d pushed
in as far as her shoe would allow.
He sawed his
finger in and out and she bit down on her lower lip to avoid moaning aloud. She
flung her head back, panting as he rotated his finger.
Like what you read? There’s more!
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