“I remember the first time that a man grabbed my feet in a sexual way. I was painfully shy when I was younger and he was one of my first boyfriends and an older man. I remember that we were at a fancy restaurant and I was wearing a sexy pair of sandals with skimpy, jeweled straps and very pointy heels. He just leaned over and told me to put my foot on his cock. He said it so frankly and abruptly that I was caught off guard, but I was instantly turned on. I rubbed on his cock until he came in his pants. I rubbed my pussy at the same time.
“That first experience with shoes and feet and sex would open up a whole new world to me. After that, I couldn’t get enough leg sex. I’ve converted every man I’ve slept with into a foot boy. I can’t stop giving foot jobs, and masturbating with my pantyhose and stockings is a habitual thing for me. I love to rub my clit with my used socks. I just love the stink that only dirty socks have. But I’ll admit that fucking myself with stiletto heels is my most-perverted indulgence.
“Lately, I’ve been wearing my pantyhose a few times until they are ripe enough that I can smell my pussy when I open my legs. Then I call my favorite foot boy over and I wait for him, spreadeagle, right in front of my front door. When he arrives, I order him to get on all fours and crawl to me. When he does, I shove his face into my smelly gusset and hump it until I soak him through the fabric. Then I let him rip my pantyhose off and fuck me hard!”