A Beautiful Young Woman's 10-Year Tragic and Degenerate History (Complete) Author: Unknown

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Word count: 24900 (complete)

Summer arrived, and by chance, I met her and began our relationship.

Her name is Lily, she is 31 years old, with a well-proportioned figure and fair skin.

My understanding of her over the past 10 years, from when she was 21 to now, has kept me up at night, driving me to a frenzy of infatuation, unable to control myself.
She is a stunningly beautiful woman, a gift from God to men, extremely alluring yet turning them into
masochists.

On the same street, I always see her barefoot in high-heeled sandals. Her legs and feet are fair and full, full of flesh and strength, with beautiful curves, comparable to the beautiful legs of Western women, a stark contrast to the delicate, slender legs and small feet of ordinary Chinese women.

Her toes are very sexy, without nail polish, yet the nails are fair and shiny, her entire foot powerful and fleshy.
She is very feminine, her mature beauty and physical allure to men far surpassing that of a young girl. When interacting with men, her conversation, her charming, confident, and seductive expression are breathtaking.

When she walked down the street, I followed closely behind her, sometimes to her side or in front, sometimes turning around to face her and walking back behind her, my eyes unable to leave her delicate feet.

Wherever she went, I went. I learned to wait, and at night I even followed her to her residence, arriving early the next morning to wait for her to come out.

She seemed to enjoy walking; the way her feet swayed and her toes squeezed as she walked made me lose control.
Her heels were about 12 centimeters high, size 38. The high heels had two narrow straps at the front and one at the ankle. Her full feet seemed about to burst out of the heels. Her toes weren't very long, but they were neatly and evenly squeezed in front of the two straps, with a 1-centimeter gap between the toes and the front edge of the high-heeled sandals, probably because they couldn't push any further forward. Her fleshy arches were at a large angle inside the high heels, pressing downwards, and her toes were constantly twisting as she walked. When walking quickly, her five toes were squeezed slightly apart inside the shoes, making them even more sensual. The gaps between her toes were clearly visible, and upon closer inspection, each toe was so fleshy and beautiful. Her little toe was often squeezed so much that half of it twisted out of the shoe, making it slightly pale.
Her heels were high behind, extending beyond the edge of the shoe. About 1 centimeter, her feet were red and white from being squeezed when she walked, and the high heels swayed slightly from side to side when bearing weight. A few wrinkles were faintly visible on the back of her ankles, a flawless kind of mature beauty. On several occasions, she wore high heels with only two narrow straps at the front, and the rest of the shoes had no straps to restrain her feet. She walked a little slower, and her heels kept hitting the shoes, making a rhythmic "slap slap"

sound. I could see her charming soles clearly. Her soles were so sexy, with a beautiful curve. The flesh of her soles was white and elastic. I could even see the part where her arch and the base of her toes met on the soles of her feet. They were also turned a little white from being stepped on when she walked. It made me feel a burning desire. I really wanted to pounce on her and bite her alluring soles.

That day, her high-heeled sandals were so provocative, so revealing, with only a thin strap. As she walked, her feet flipped over, clearly visible. She relaxed, twisting her ankles, her white soles a dynamic allure. I didn't care what others thought; I stared intently at her beautiful, moving feet. One hand was in my pocket, discreetly rubbing my erect penis, quickly reaching climax. In the instant of ejaculation, my eyes were only about three meters from her jade-like feet. As I finished, I noticed she was looking at me sideways.

That glance made me utterly ashamed.

She liked walking like this in public; she was used to the burning gazes men cast at her. She must have felt the greedy stares men gave her for her feet.

At that moment, her expression was unlike anything seen on a typical woman's face. It was as if she understood men's desires for her all too well. Her expression was alluring, confident, smiling, satisfied, and something else entirely.

I understand now. It's a disdain, coldness, and a desire to ravage men, even a side of condescension and cruel abuse.

Men can't help but stare at her feet as she walks; some even masturbate while watching. She, however, with that alluring expression, looks directly at or glances back at the man staring at her. The man's eyes are unwilling to leave her feet, forcing himself to meet her gaze. She, however, confidently smiles and turns away, continuing to walk. At this moment, she even more seductively sways her body and feet, as if saying, "I'm making you men drool."

This eye contact is something men will never forget; that woman's expression at that moment will plunge them into boundless fantasies, making them unable to resist.

She often walks with a female companion, chatting and laughing. I think she's particularly talkative.

She enjoys watching the greedy gazes of men fixed on her feet. She also glances at the man's eyes, a fleeting look, sometimes meeting his gaze briefly before returning to her companion's laughter. It's not a loud laugh, but a captivating one.

What were they talking about? I really wanted to know; their words might drive men even crazier.
She was a stunning beauty, created by God to drive men mad, to make them fall head over heels in love, to make them want to die.
But she wasn't perfect: her breasts weren't large, and she couldn't bear children.

Yet, she had a voracious sex drive, and the curves and voluptuousness of her waist were so alluring.

When she crossed pedestrian bridges and underpasses, men jostled behind her, their eyes level with her raised heels, watching her white, jade-like feet kick and pounce, her sexy soles so close, coupled with the swaying of her waist and hips—it was enough to make any man ejaculate.

Later, I learned that she had a husband at home who pampered her, spending money on her food and clothing. She was so voluptuous, yet she still flaunted herself so seductively, enticing men! I've followed her about ten times now, and I've lost even more weight these past few days.

She finally remembered me. She knew I was pursuing her. After I treated her to a few meals, she confronted me: "You're not right for me. Although you're a CEO, financially well-off, and have plenty of time, and I know you must really like me, I don't love you." I

said, "Just let me love you."

Lily smiled charmingly and said, "Many men say that, but you can't handle me. You're so thin and single; if you try to pursue me and satisfy me, you'll be overwhelmed. Of course, if you insist on pursuing me, I won't refuse, haha! But I see you're quick-witted, imaginative, and talkative. How about we chat sometime, so you can understand my history, my life, and my men? If by then you still insist on pursuing me, you'll know what I like and how to win me over. Okay?"

I agreed.

One noon, I drove her out for Western food, and she agreed.

From noon to evening, we talked a lot, but she did 95% of the talking; I was completely mesmerized! I remember the first thing she said to me that day was, "I know you're obsessed with my feet. I teach dance, and I only know that my legs, toes, and arches are strong, but I think my feet are rather big. You men say my toes, soles, and heels are incredibly sexy, but actually, my feet have always been pampered by men's lips and tongues. They suck, lick, and nibble on my feet so wildly; men even tremble with excitement. Of course, there's another part of my body that fascinates men just as much; you'll find out later. Men are so funny!"

She took a bite of food, then, as if remembering something, laughed and covered her eyes with the back of her hand, saying, "I remember one year, two of my boyfriends went to the hospital for checkups, and the doctor was amazed to find bacteria from my feet in their mouths. He was completely baffled; that doctor was so out of touch… Looks like you can explain this to that doctor now… Haha…"

I was stunned by this bluntness, and as a man, I lowered my head deeply.

A strange physical and chemical change was taking place within me.

What followed seemed to transport me to a dreamlike, infinitely exciting world.

Finally, she lent me her cassette

tape called "Live Photo Album" to listen to. I've transcribed the tape and her narration, and I'm sharing it with you now.
The following is her first-person account: When I was 21 and in university, I was already a graceful young woman, 165 cm tall and weighing 55 kg.

I had a privileged upbringing and matured early; at 17, I was sexually assaulted by a thug.

In my memory, my mother remarried seven or eight times. Over the years, I saw several men's faces embracing and kissing my mother.

I rarely saw my mother after I turned 15.

In university, I loved dancing and had a naturally good figure for it.

Actually, my face wasn't considered particularly beautiful, but the boys said I was alluring, captivating, and had a certain charm, saying I could play a femme fatale.

Many boys pursued me. I felt very gentle then; boys would pick me up, kiss me, grab me, even nibble on me. I knew they liked me, loved me madly, wanted to hold me in their mouths, and were afraid of losing me.
My boyfriend even carried me around campus, taking me to secluded spots to kiss me—on my face, shoulders, back, arms, thighs, calves, even my heels and toes. I felt wonderful, gently and blissfully accepting his passionate kisses and sucking. I was intoxicated.

When he kissed my toes with his warm lips, even licking my toes, I was a little surprised but didn't refuse. Instead, I gently stroked his hair, knowing he was caressing me, and I loved that feeling. Although

I think my feet are a bit big, wearing size 38 shoes, I'm confident they're still fair and shapely! I can't resist wearing high heels, slipping barefoot into high-heeled sandals—it feels amazing. I even have a penchant for those exaggeratedly revealing high-heeled sandals with only a thin strap; I know I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

I remember once asking my boyfriend, "Why are you still kissing and nibbling my feet?"

He said, "Lily, your feet are fair with a rosy blush, and the beautiful curves of your soles are so sensual."

I said, "What do you mean sensual? Don't tell me you want to eat them like meat; I still need to walk!" Meanwhile, several other boys were pursuing me, buying me food, but I could only be intimate with my boyfriend like this, otherwise wouldn't I be two-timing him? But my boyfriend would always carry me around school like a pervert, even kissing my legs as we walked. A few times we even ran into those boys. I looked at them seductively, after all, they liked me! But I could tell from their eyes that they were upset. Yet, in front of these boys, I still clung to my boyfriend's neck, accepting his hugs and kisses. I couldn't resist the feeling of being loved by a man; I felt so happy. Almost forgot, my boyfriend's name is Xiao... Jian. I think we met at the end of our junior year. He always took me to every corner of campus, to movies, shopping malls, and he especially loved taking me to the water's edge. Every time we played, it would end with him showering me with long, passionate kisses. Before him, I'd had a few boyfriends, but he was the first man to kiss every part of my body so passionately, licking and caressing my feet. Every night when I went back to my dorm, my feet were wet as I stepped into my high heels, but I still felt so warm and cozy. I remember one day he said to me, "Lily, I'm jealous of your high heels. I love you so much I'm going crazy. I'd be willing to become the heel under your foot, supporting you every day as you walk, and the place where we meet is my lips." "You're so naughty! Your lips just kissed me, and now you want to become my heel forever, kissing my heel forever?"
"I want to hold your feet with my lips every moment, to hold your shoes when you're barefoot."

"Xiao Jian, do you mean you're my heel, and my heel is always stepping on your lips? Then you can't kiss any other part of me! Anyway, with you always supporting me and kissing me, I feel safe, and I'll be very happy."

He hugged me tightly.

Actually, I felt incredibly sweet inside.

My feet are from walking and dancing every day, sweaty and smelly, the part of my body I care about the least. This boy wanted to pamper them with his most precious lips, and I felt an indescribable pleasure.

How wonderful it is to be a girl! Many girls on campus walk barefoot in high heels, and boys always stare intently. So that's how much they like it! My impulse surged. I really wanted to tell him to come and kiss my toes, but I was too embarrassed to say it. I wanted to provoke him, so I pretended to be angry and said, "Then you become my heel, who will kiss me anywhere else? I'll step on your mouth and kiss other boys, let's see what you do then!"

His face turned bright red and he couldn't speak. He finally managed to choke out in my ear, "I love you, please don't leave me!"

I coaxed him, "I'll put your mouth on my mouth one minute, on my heel the next, between my toes the next, and between my... my legs the next. Are you not angry now?"
I lowered my head in embarrassment.

He hugged my waist and cried.

Xiao Jian had only been pursuing me for twenty days, and this is how it is.

Boys and I develop relationships so quickly.

My boyfriend pursued me so aggressively, hugging and kissing me in front of everyone. Actually, I was shy, but I liked it. Other men looked anxious and jealous, and other girls would laugh and say I was really wild.
We stood there like that, and I got a little tired, so we went into the garden. I lay down on the long stone steps, took off my high heels and put them on the ground, stretched, and put my feet off the steps.

Xiao Jian squatted down beside me, watching me intently, his eyes fixed on my calves and feet so close to his. He kept saying how beautiful and sexy my feet were, first kissing my calf, then my heel.
I held onto the stone edge above my head with both hands, letting him kiss my feet.

It was dark in the garden; he couldn't see my skirt or upper body from outside, only a sliver of light from the dormitory shone obliquely onto my calves and feet, making my toes appear even whiter.

The boy was excited and thrilled. I could almost feel the kisses from my heel to the arch of my foot to my toes; I felt like I had been looking forward to this moment.

With my acquiescence, he simply squatted down on the side where my feet were, staring intently at them. It was the first time a boy had ever looked at my feet so closely. I could feel his warm breath on my soles. I couldn't tell if I felt shy, scared, or excited. Afraid someone would see, I said, "What are you looking at?"

"Lily, your feet are so sexy. Your feet must be tired. Shall I massage them for you?"

His voice was hoarse, he was breathing heavily, and he kept stroking my feet.

I knew he was excited, so I deliberately said, "Really? I don't think so. Do you know how to massage feet?"

Excitedly, I stretched my back, straightened my body, curled my toes back, and pushed my feet towards his face.
"You know, the flesh on your feet drives men crazy?"

I teased him, seeing him panting heavily as he stared at my feet. "It's all because you guys love seeing girls in high heels. I wear sandals barefoot every day, and my heels are covered in 'spring' skin. And you still say they're pretty?"

"What's 'spring'? Your heels are gorgeous."

"'Spring' is dead skin, sometimes it's so itchy, and I even have athlete's foot. Do you still like it?"

I was testing him.

"I'm going crazy, they're so beautiful, let me kiss them!"

"I knew you wanted to massage my feet with your mouth, you little rascal!"

He said, eagerly kissing the flesh of my arches and my heels with his hot lips.

My toes were being showered with kisses and sucks from the man.

"You're bad! No...no...I didn't wash my feet, they're all sweaty and muddy, no..."

I was happy, and my feet involuntarily pushed forward against his mouth.

He finally opened his mouth wide and took my heel in, moistening it with his tongue, and then he actually used his teeth to gnaw on the skin on my feet! "You men are so perverted, you don't even spare the dead skin on a woman's feet, you even gnaw it off with your mouth?!"

Actually, I was really excited at that moment, I don't know why, I didn't dodge or flinch, I held on to the edge of the stone and let him suck and gnaw on my heels, even putting them into his mouth.

He gently nibbled at the arch of my foot for a moment, then suddenly buried his nose between my toes, opening his mouth wide to try and take the entire arch of my foot in. He swallowed hard, and I gasped for breath, as if his mouth wasn't big enough, my toes were wet.

He then lovingly licked the sweat from the soles of my feet.

"You idiot! Is your mouth big enough?" I whispered, chuckling as I twisted my toes.
I said sweetly, "Oh, my feet are big. Look, I wear size 38 shoes, and my heels are sticking out. Ah... do my feet fascinate you? Oh, it feels so good. You can have all my feet, you little rascal!"
My feet were white with a hint of pink; I knew how much he liked them.

My feet were very sensitive; I could feel his every move.

These kisses transmitted excitement throughout my body through my feet, and I felt a strange stimulation, I didn't know where it came from.

As he gnawed on my arch, I kept twisting my toes to play with it, because his nose was inside my toes.
At the same time, my arch pushed forward into his mouth.

He was really going crazy; he simply knelt down, picked up my heels, and gnawed on the flesh of my arch, sucking hard until all the sweat on my feet was gone. Finally, his mouth moved to my white toes.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/206846.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=206846&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : The Ending of Lin Yiran, the Livestock Author: Lin Yiran

Next Page : The Story of Shen Feng (Teacher Becomes Slave) (1-3) in June's Collection Author: Unknown