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This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:
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Why do you always look so delicious? And why am I fortunate enough to be sitting naked on the floor with your feet in my lap? I can’t help licking my lips as I slide my hands up your left shin, sliding the sock down and pulling it off ever so tenderly. I repeat the gesture on your right foot and fold the socks carefully. You keep your feet clean and well cared for and I grow excited when you wiggle your toes. They are like you: perfect. Even the aroma that comes from a day in the office has a clean pungency that binds me to you.
I look down at the tops of your feet, adoring the smooth skin, the manicured toes, the wrinkle on the big toe, the narrow gap between each toe trapping lint from your socks. I pick up each foot and separate each toe, looking closely for any trace of dirt or lint that may mar their perfection. I clean each escort bursa toe carefully, blowing gently in the gap, then running my tongue over each manicured toenail, the smoothness a delightful contrast to the whorls at the bottom of each toe. I run my tongue over and between each toe, savoring the various textures that threaten to overwhelm my senses. I can feel my own excitement growing and my crotch showing the signs of desire.
I point your toes upward, allowing access to the bottom of your foot. It’s close enough to me that I can gaze upon its full glory: the toes curling in pleasure, the dark toughness of the balls and heels a contrast to the pale smoothness of your arches. The presence of a small callous on one heel makes it more uniquely yours and I kiss it tenderly.
Your intoxicating scent and sigh of relaxation and pleasure make me lose control, and I pull your feet to my face, rubbing each on my cheeks and planting kiss after slobbering kiss on them. My breathing intensifies görükle escort and my heart is about to burst with the joy you are giving me. I laugh inside at those who would call this humiliation. There is nothing humiliating about this moment. I take your big toes in my mouth and suckle them, closing my eyes and humming contentedly. My tongue is running over the whorls and I hear you sighing equally contentedly. I am warm and protected by you and my hands hold your feet more tightly to me…
…and I ask myself again, “Why?” Why do you care about me when there are so many out there who are more deserving of you? So many who are younger, who are in better shape, who are more skilled in giving pleasure, who are so much better than me…
I feel moisture on your feet and realize it’s coming from my tears. You feel them, too, and pull your feet from my mouth, looking down on me with concern.
“What’s the matter, my pet? Why are you crying?”
I look up at you, tears flowing freely now.
“You say you want me and I am so happy to say I am yours, but for how long? I’m old and fat and no good to you for anything but sucking your toes.”
You frown at me.
“Do you really think that I am that shallow? Why are you disrespecting what is mine? Stand up.”
I get to my feet fearfully: I have overstepped my place. I have ruined our relationship. You take my hand and lead me to the full length mirror in your bedroom. You stand beside me and turn my chin to face the mirror. Your voice in my ear is soft, but firm.
“Tell me what you see.”
I cast my eyes down, ashamed of my body, not daring to speak.
“I’ll tell you what I see. I see the most special person in my life. You have given yourself to me fully and freely and I count myself blessed to have found you. I have claimed your, but you have claimed my heart.”
You turn my face to yours and claim my mouth. I part my lips and feel your tongue ravage me, taking what is yours. I hold your head close to mine and relax my mouth, my tongue caressing yours. My tears flow freely, but now they’re joined with yours. You grind your crotch against mine and my heart bursts with joy when I hear you say, “I love you, my pet”