Visiting Joannas Feet

Visiting Joanna’s Feet – An Erotic Tale

I had been fantasizing about visiting Joanna’s feet for weeks. Every time I thought of her soft, smooth skin against mine and her perfectly pedicured feet I was filled with desire. She was so beautiful and I wanted nothing more than to worship those feet.

I finally made it to Joanna’s house and knocked on the door. When she opened it, I was overwhelmed by her beauty. She was wearing a red dress with black heels and her feet were looking gorgeous. I was so entranced by her beauty that I barely noticed the four other people in the room. I realized that it was a foot fetish party and I was the lucky one to have been invited.

We all gathered around the sofa and started to talk about different fetishes, sharing stories and generally getting to know each other better. I couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at Joanna’s feet. They were so perfect and I wanted to touch them so badly.

After a few hours, Joanna suggested that we all go to the bedroom for a more intimate session. I had been itching to get my hands on Joanna’s feet and I eagerly agreed. The others followed suit and we all went down the hall to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, Joanna began to undress. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful in my life. Her body was perfect and her feet were even more spectacular. They were toned and smooth and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between her toes.

Joanna then instructed the others to sit in the corner and watch as she started to massage my feet. Her delicate touch sent electric shocks of pleasure up my spine and I knew I was in for a night of pure bliss. She worked her way up my calves, kneading and caressing each muscle with a softness I’d never experienced before.

Moving up to my thighs, Joanna’s hands explored every inch of my skin with a hunger that made me shiver. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me, feeling her fingertips make trails of desire up my body. Finally, Joanna’s hands reached my crotch and I gasped as I felt her fingers teasing me in a way I’d never felt before.

My pleasure was at a fever pitch and I soon lost track of time. Joanna continued her exploration and I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My breathing became heavier and my body started to quiver with anticipation. I knew I was about to experience an orgasm like never before.

Finally, I let go and felt an explosion of pleasure coursing through my body. As I lay there, panting for breath, Joanna looked at me with a satisfied smirk. She had given me an experience I would never forget.

When my pleasure finally subsided, I thanked Joanna for her amazing skills and savored the residual pleasure that lingered in my body. As I started to dress and gather my belongings, Joanna invited me to come back and visit her feet again the next day. I gladly accepted and couldn’t wait to return.

That next day, and every day since, I have returned to Joanna’s feet. I can’t get enough of her perfect feet, loving touch, and raw passion. Every session leaves me wanting more and I can’t wait until the next time.