Genre: contemporary erotic
romance
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.
Writing Kinky Toes by Suz deMello (#kinkysex #foot fetish @fetlife
@MFRW_ORG)
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 what it’s about:
Genre: contemporary erotic
romance
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.
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.
Her mood had
definitely changed.
He leaned closer,
hesitated the tiniest fraction of a second before he brushed his lips against
her cheek. Shocked, she jerked away, but he didn’t move, his gaze still pinned
to hers.
She didn’t move
either. The air felt thick, as though the very atmosphere were holding her in
place. They sat staring at each other until the cabbie harrumphed. “Where to,
folks?”
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.
They arrived
outside a row of brownstones near the park. He slipped his finger out of her
toe cleavage and gave her foot a squeeze. An awkwardness she hadn’t felt since
teenage sex overcame her as she dropped her feet to the cab’s floor. Rick paid
the fare, ushered her out of the taxi and into the building…his building, she
supposed.
The moment they
were alone in the elevator, she sprang at him and pressed her lips against his.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as his tongue invaded her
mouth. She sucked at him hard, shoving her hands into his hair. He tasted and
felt divine.
Her
body was aflame, all light and heat, and he picked her up as though she were
made of insubstantial fire, weighing nothing...
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