Once you’ve managed to crawl out of the trance my picture put you in, you find yourself reading about barefoot fetish phone sex. You’re already hard, aren’t you, dirty boy? Keep reading. By the end, you’ll be leaking and begging for release. Look down. That stiff cock is in need of my attention. Imagine my bare feet right now — my soft arches, high and deliberate, the delicate curve of each sole. My toes are long, nails kept neat and ready for you to paint them. I flex them slowly as you intently watch the tendons shifting under my skin. You want to crawl to them. You ache to press your face into the warm, slightly damp hollow of my sole and breathe me in. Drooling over the thought of getting to know what they taste like. I will allow you … eventually. The agony my slow, deliberate teasing causes you excites me. Like a kitten with a mouse, tossing it around and enjoying my playtime before the final blow.
I rest one foot on your thigh first, the weight of it a silent command for you to kneel and obey. The other hovering near your mouth, toes brushing your lips until you open up for me. You taste the faint salt of my skin, the smooth heat of the ball of my foot as I press it harder and deeper. Grinding slowly against your tongue, using you, owning you. Laughing as I listen to the weak whimpers and wet sounds you make. Your throbbing, untouched cock will be mine for the taking. Cries for mercy will not save you as I dig my toes into the sensitive spot just under the head of your dick. Trapping your shaft between both soles and stroking you with nothing but the soft, warm pressure of my feet. You’re so close. So fucking close. But not yet. You don’t cum until I say you can.
So sit there with that deep ache, thinking about my bare feet. Or, when you’re ready for barefoot fetish phone sex, call 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Avalon. If I’m not around, email me at KinkyAvalon@gmail.com … and try not to suffer too much while you wait.