[Fetish][My Aunt with Fragrant Feet]

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It's easy to see others clearly, but difficult to understand oneself, even with one's own personal preferences. I'm
in my thirties, and it's only in the last two years, after frequenting Chinese foot fetish websites and others, that I realized
there are so many people in the world who are obsessed with women's feet and enjoy it immensely. And I, in fact, am one of them.

Actually, I've always liked women's feet (barefoot or in stockings, it does
n't matter), but for many years I was oblivious to it.

It was when I was ten years old that my family moved to the southwest region. Aunt Jiang and her family lived next door.
Since my school hadn't been arranged yet, my parents went to work during the day, so they left me with Aunt Jiang. (
Looking back now, it was because her husband doted on her too much and didn't want her to do any chores.) So after breakfast, I would go to her house to play.

She was very diligent, washing clothes and cooking, keeping the house spotless. Whenever this happened, I would
sit on a small stool and watch her wash clothes. She liked to use a large wooden basin filled with water, with a washboard in the middle, and then she would put
her bare feet on the rim of the basin and start washing. Aunt Jiang was already quite pretty, and she was also very diligent in dressing up. She
often styled her jet-black hair into soft curls. Her feet were especially beautiful, full and lustrous. Her five
toes were shyly pressed together, the middle one slightly longer; the insteps were like flawless white jade, very smooth and
refreshing . The pale blue veins, slightly raised beneath the thin skin, were clearly visible. The curves of her feet were very smooth,
the lines on the soles were clearly visible, and there was a deep indentation in the arch of her foot, white in color, while the rest of her feet had a
tender pink hue. There wasn't a single callus on her soles. When she washed clothes, she would move her feet inwards, arches upwards,
with a slight tug. Sometimes she would deliberately arch her insteps, making the indentation in her arch even deeper. At that time, this
gesture truly captivated me.

I often wondered what it would feel like to hold such beautiful bare feet in my hands or kiss them. In those
days, there wasn't much entertainment, and after finishing her housework, she liked to lie in bed listening to the radio. She would often fall asleep while listening
. One afternoon, after my nap, I went to her house and found her lying on her back asleep again, her bare feet sticking out. I brought my nose
close and, strangely, Aunt Jiang's feet had a faint, watery fragrance.
I tiptoed to the bedside, frantically nervous, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it. I knew she was ticklish,
so I didn't dare tickle her soles directly. I tickled her nose first; she frowned, rolled over, and went back to sleep, her
soles facing outwards. I tickled her soles again, but there was no reaction. I grew bolder and started tickling
her soles directly with my fingers. I used one finger to gently scratch from her toes down, lingering a little longer at the sole,
drawing two circles, then moving down to her heel. Then I returned. Before I'd even tickled her twice, she woke up, "Ah
...ah! Oh my god! Stop...stop tickling me, it tickles so much!" Seeing her awake, I was at a loss,
"Aunt Jiang, I..." She recovered from her brief lapse in composure and straightened her face. "Tell me, what
happened? If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'm going to tell your mother!" I lied and said I saw mosquitoes on her feet and
came to help her catch them. "Liar, you're lying!" Left with no other choice, I had to tell her
the truth. Clearly, this surprised her. After a long silence, she lowered her head, looked her feet up and down,
and said hesitantly, "You...you tell the truth, you really like Auntie's feet?" My face flushed, and I nodded
earnestly . She didn't say anything. After a while, she climbed onto the bed, face down, soles of her feet up. "Hey, don't you
like stinky feet? Auntie's not angry with you anymore, here you go, take it." She stretched her feet out
towards . I sat there, unmoving. "Oh, such a little kid and already so temperamental!
Look at . You like feet? Fine, you like them, but why are you catching mosquitoes for me?" She chuckled again.

While laughing, she wiggled her feet back and forth, then suddenly arched them. At that moment,
my pent-up passion erupted like a torrent. I pounced on her, tightly gripping her beautiful
feet with my arms, and began tickling the soles of her feet with my other hand. "Ah! Haha! Oh my god, it's killing me,
it's so itchy! Oh my god! My soles! ... It's so itchy! Why are you licking your toes? Licking your toes and tickling your soles
, oh my! ... Ah! I'm so itchy! ... Oh my god! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die! ...

Okay, okay, I'm done!" Her body rolled and twisted on the bed like a big white fish, her
hands flailing forward as if grasping at a lifeline. I put her feet down and took the opportunity to slip my hand under her
vest and under her armpit. She immediately curled up into a ball. "Oh!... You naughty boy,
you're so bad... I'm going to die, I'm going to die!..." I don't know how long it lasted, but she stopped laughing, and I stopped what I was
doing. Only then did I realize that my lower body was wet. She slowly turned her head, her face flushed with
shyness !

After a while, she asked, "When did you start liking Auntie's feet?" I stammered,
"A long time ago." "Auntie's feet, are they pretty?" "Yes." "Oh, you child." "
Auntie , will you tell my mother?" She looked up, smiling charmingly, and said, "This is a little
secret between Auntie and you, okay?" Only then did a relieved smile appear on my face.

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