I have been with my boyfriend Luis for 5 years and I have never told him about my fetish.

Luis and I met one night at a party with related friends, from the beginning we had chemistry and went on dates, after a few months we started dating and now he is the person who makes me happiest in life. I just never had the courage to tell him that I was an inveterate fetishist, crazy about good-sized, sweaty male feet. In fact, one of the reasons why I felt attracted to him was that that day, the day of the party, he was wearing a cholas which allowed me to appreciate her beautiful and delicate feet, with perfect nails and a considerable size.

On dates when we talked about sex he always said that he liked the typical things, a good ass, blowjobs, and cumming inside someone, due to his very common tastes it seemed out of place to say that it made me hard to lick feet, and as time went by I felt that I had lied to him and was hiding something very important from him. Being with him even though he tried to suppress my tastes was impossible, living with a man who loves to rest and being a fetishist is not easy, I am always erect thanks to that and even more so when he comes home from work and takes off his shoes and goes to bed. in bed next to me, he never worries about the smell or if it bothers me, I guess why I have never told him anything but the truth is that I would love to be able to smell them up close, but I have also found my ways to satisfy myself without him He finds out, it's usually the case that I wash the clothes because I can only smell his socks, or from time to time I take photos of his feet without him realizing so I can masturbate alone. but I can't take it anymore, I need to be able to try them, it's not possible that he lives with perfect feet and can't eat them whenever he wants...

 Tonight he was planning to release the fetishist that was inside me and if it turned out that he didn't like me for who I was then everything would end between us. At approximately 6 in the afternoon I told him to go run for a while, he easily accepted. Already getting ready to go out, he looks for his talcum powder to put in his shoes. In fact, he only uses talcum powder when we go running because he knows that if he doesn't, the smell would be unbearable (what he didn't know was that in my plan I had already thought of everything and the talc was not part of our plans so I had to get rid of it without my boyfriend knowing, I told him that it won't matter if we go out like this and that when he arrives he should take a bath, he accepted After running and running for several miles it got dark, it was 8:30 pm and I hadn't eaten anything since 12 but I had just remembered, I asked him if we could go out to dinner, at first he refused since he needed a bath and dress better but after I begged him a little we went to eat a hot dog at one of our favorite fast food places on the street and after that and casually about two squares away each at a tasca (a drink place) I convinced him to We had a beer, but one became two and two became three, I don't even remember how many we had that day. there with more than 6 beers on me I had the courage to tell him I have a secret to tell you, that I have always kept to myself, I am a fetishist.

He seemed confused but intrigued, he told me to continue talking. So I told him that since I was a teenager I had been attracted to men's feet, that before I met him I had been with several men and that I licked their dirty and sweaty feet, and I was happy doing it, that I felt bad for repressing my fetish while being with him, that I couldn't continue like this anymore, that if he didn't let me satisfy my darkest desires I was going to have to leave him... He laughed at me and said: I love you, there is nothing you say that can change that and you are a fool for keeping it as if it were something bad, yes, I like conventional sex but you were my boyfriend and we will also do the things that You like them, if you want to lick my feet, they are yours and they will be whenever you want. I no longer knew how to feel about what was happening, I was drunk, confused by my boyfriend's response and wet, totally wet and erect in my pants, now I knew that when I got home I could have my boyfriend's feet in my face.

We arrived at the house, we were both excited, we began to kiss wildly and little by little until we reached the hallway of the apartment we began to touch each other, we were both hard but he noticed that I was full for the first time being with him. of pre-seminal semen. He said: let's do it in the said, this is how I wash since I'm sweaty and my feet must smell very bad... wait, do you want me to wash them? No, that's what I told him, I don't want you to wash them, I love them like this, I love your sweat and the smell of him, let's go to bed I undressed him completely and he undressed me except for his shoes, which were the only thing he had on, he said: today is your night, today you can be on my feet as much as you want... cum in them

My dick was so hard and wet, he lay down on the bed and I was at his feet kneeling on the floor, I began to take off his shoes and I appreciated the intense smell that came from his big feet, he even did it, he felt He laughed and said that the smell was too strong, he couldn't stand it and it made him angry that I could because he was so excited by something that he hated having but that now didn't bother him so much. I proceeded to smell her worn stockings for a while as she slowly began to touch my penis, then she wanted her stockings and finally asked to see her feet up close, perfect toes, perfect arches, perfect heels, I couldn't resist it that much and I started kissing them and licking them from top to bottom, I could taste that taste of sweat... nothing could be better until he said: put lube on them and put your penis in there I immediately did what he asked, it was incredibly, my dick was so sensitive on his soft and now wet feet it felt like the best hand-job he had ever had, when I noticed that he was also masturbating. In approximately 10 minutes I ending up on his feet and moaning because someone could have heard me. I fell to the floor completely exhausted and ecstatic.

 I saw him there on the bed about to cum and I knew that my work was not finished. I pulled him over to him and I gave the best blowjob I could have given to someone and I swallowed all their milk when I took it out... Now we were both in bed, runny and tired... I told him: can I lick your feet again? Yes, now every time you want you don't even have to ask...

This is a fictional story made for all the fetishists who are out there in the world, to know that their fetish is okay and that they do not have to be ashamed of it, if you are still young and you are visiting it for the first time, enjoy it, and I also want to thank Myfriendsfeet who has created this space where we can enjoy our fantasies and our fetish, I haven't written for a while but I promise not to disappear so much this time hahaha!

By the way, if anyone wants to write to my email that's fine. You’ll always have a friend fetishist here.