The adult phone chat I had the other day led me to you, a guy with a feet fetish. I woke up to a strange sensation on my feet. At first, I thought it was just a tickle, but as I opened my eyes, I saw the guy from the bar last night leaning over me with his face buried in my shoes. He looked up at me, his cheeks hollowed out from sucking on my toes, and grinned sheepishly. “Morning,” he slurred.
I sat up quickly, dislodging him from between my legs where he’d been lapping at the inside of my soles like they were an ice cream cone. “What the fuck?” I yelled, pushing him away roughly as cum dripped onto the floor from his half-mast cock.
He laughed drunkenly and stumbled backward before collapsing onto the bed beside me with a groan of pleasure mixed with embarrassment.”You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confessed breathlessly while reaching for another foot which eagerly accepted its fate into his mouth once more despite knowing better than this kind of behavior would ever be acceptable outside these drunken hazy moments after hooking up at bars late at night when everyone is looking for their next fix or release point whichever comes first really doesn’t matter does it?

I rolled my eyes and tried to shake off the weirdness of the situation by standing up, but he grabbed onto my ankle tightly, refusing to let go. “Dude,” I said firmly as I pulled away from him while trying not show how turned on this whole thing made me feel deep down inside despite myself.”Get a grip! You’re disgusting!”
He released his hold reluctantly and sat up straighter on the bed, still panting heavily from his foot fetish induced orgasm high. “I can’t help it,” he mumbled apologetically before looking back at my feet longingly like they held some kind of magical power over him that only existed within these intimate moments between us two drunks who happened upon each other under questionable circumstances late one night out at a bar filled with people just like us searching for something more than what life had given them thus far – maybe even love or lust depending on how you looked at it all really didn’t matter did it?

“Well,” I snorted derisively as I started gathering my clothes together into a pile near where we were sitting so close yet so far apart emotionally speaking now wasn’t feeling quite right anymore either.”You should probably find someone else then because clearly there won’t be any repeat performances coming from me anytime soon.” With that final jab thrown in for good measure, I finished dressing quickly and headed towards the door without another word about our encounter earlier today or last night rather – whatever floated your boat really didn’t concern me anymore after experiencing such an unusual turn of events first. Q

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