[Fetish][Starry Night]

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Like many others, I've loved women's feet since I was very young (especially those of pretty girls
). As time went by, this love deepened to the point of obsession.

I have so many wonderful memories of this, far more exciting than some fictional
scenarios , but I'm not good at expressing them, so they remain only memories.

Let me tell you a story from the movie theater.

I like movie theaters. Because it's dark there, and it's a place young girls often go (although I've kissed or smelled hundreds of beautiful feet in those
places , I still don't advocate doing that, after all, it's...). Once, I had just
entered when I saw two beautiful women come in, laughing and joking. They were the standard beauties, both around twenty-two or
twenty-three years old , both about 1.7 meters tall, both with long, flowing hair, and both wearing transparent high-heeled sandals. They were
so beautiful, so elegant. They looked like students, yet possessed the allure and frivolity of hostesses; like
hostesses, yet also the innocence and naivety of little girls; like little girls, yet dressed and exuding
the air of mature women; like mature women, yet with the face of students… I was immediately captivated by these two angels.

I knew my purpose in coming was to kiss the beautiful feet of such pretty girls. I sat in
the same , pretending to be sleepy, leaning against the back of the chair in front of me. Listening to their laughter and chatter, my
gaze was completely fixed on those two beautiful little feet, eagerly awaiting the start of the movie.

A few minutes later, the movie began. I pondered how to get closer to those beautiful feet. My
fate however, was exceptionally good. At that moment, they took off their sandals and placed both feet
on the back of the chair in front of them. My little brother, no longer obedient, didn't hesitate and sat down in the front row. Since they were
sitting in the middle and I was next to them, they wouldn't mind (this is based on my years of experience). On the contrary, if you
sit right next to beautiful feet, you can only watch. I lowered my head, lay down on the seat in front of me, and
slowly crawled forward. I gazed at those two beautiful feet, getting closer and closer until I was lying
beneath one of them. The girl clearly didn't notice. She was talking and laughing with her companion
, her beautiful feet wiggling, exuding a delicate fragrance and a faint plastic smell.
Gazing at beautiful feet, only centimeters from my mouth, I was intoxicated. They were flawless feet. Although the theater
was dark, after a while, you could still see them clearly, and with the brightness of the movie, a pair of exquisitely beautiful
feet were right in front of me. If I wasn't mistaken, they were size 36, with deep-set soles and playful
toes wiggling, carrying an intoxicating fragrance that gently rippled above my face. I rested my head on
the armrest of the seat in front of me, trying to inhale the pleasure those beautiful feet brought me. I fantasized about licking them, but the
feeling grew stronger and stronger, and unconsciously, I pressed my tongue against them. Then, her foot trembled slightly,
and she stepped on my face, rubbing it against my skin a few times. She was using it to sense what was happening,
but I found happiness in that gentle caress. The four feet disappeared, replaced by two
beautiful and curious faces (I buried my face, but I could see them out of the corner of my eye). They looked at each other, then suddenly
smiled, whispered something, and then fell silent. How I longed for their beautiful little feet to
reappear before me. My experience told me I had to leave; otherwise, there was no hope,
and they wouldn't put their feet up again. I got up, pretended to leave, and went to the toilet. When I returned
a few minutes later, sure enough, the four feet were there again.

I was overjoyed. I returned to those beautiful jade feet in the same way, even more carefully inhaling
their lovely scent. To be honest, I was afraid of disturbing them again and losing this opportunity. Just as I
was greedily savoring the moment, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, a foot stepped onto my face,
showing no intention of leaving, gently rubbing against my nose and mouth…
What I was at a loss. I remained motionless, letting her sole rub against my face,
her toes lightly caressing my mouth and nose. My breathing quickened, and finally, amidst their soft laughter,
I pressed my lips against hers again. I kissed her passionately with my lips, licking her wildly with my tongue. Her
foot trembled at first, but then adjusted, letting my tongue slide between her toes.
My mind went blank; I could only hear my own breathing and their giggling.

“Hey! Come to the front!” A sweet shout woke me up, and I saw a beautiful face.

“You called me?” I lay there pretending to be oblivious.

“Does my foot taste good?” She smiled warmly. “It tastes

good.” Faced with such a beautiful face, I could only say what was in my heart.

“Then come here!!” Another stern command.

I got up without hesitation and walked towards the row where they were sitting.

"Is there something you need?" I was still feigning dignity. But what
dignity ? I knew I was just putting on a brave face.

"What do you think?" The two girls sized me up. Their feet, still dangling from the back of the chair, were swinging back and forth. I
secretly glanced at their proud faces, a mixture of contempt and excitement, playfulness and curiosity.

I knew these were my masters. I knelt down, bowing my head. They weren't surprised at all,
as if it were the proper thing to do.

"What do you want?" one of them asked.

"I just want to lick your feet, kneel at your feet," I said.

"You're sick, don't disturb our movie..." she said again. I knew she was the
girl . I quickly said, "Please, I'll be your slave." Then I kowtowed.
I was really afraid they would kick me out. Then, a foot landed on my head, a soft foot. I
didn't move . That foot stepped on my head, slowly sliding down, its toes caressing my forehead, eyes,
nose , lips, until it reached my chin. Then it hooked my head up with its toes, scrutinizing me. I knelt before her,
seeing her face clearly again—beautiful in a way that made me nervous, beautiful in a way that made me afraid. Actually, she only glanced at me,
then said, "Behave yourself!!" before going off to chat and laugh with another girl.

I didn't understand the difference between being honest and dishonest; I just focused on licking the beautiful foot in front of me. Her...
Another foot was pulled back from the chair back and placed on my head. During that movie, I was completely captivated; four
beautiful feet took turns being licked, bringing me to a full climax. Salty, sweet, bland, fragrant
… indescribable.

As the movie was about to end, they said to me, “Okay, stop licking.” and
removed their feet from my head and shoulders. I quickly picked up their high-heeled sandals, put them on, and kissed them
deeply a few more times. I heard their contemptuous laughter.

Before they stood up, I heard their mistress command, “Just kneel there, don’t peek,
or you’ll be sorry.” Then, still laughing and talking, they left… I knelt. Until they left.

When I stood up after the movie ended, the two beautiful mistresses were gone without a trace. Only the memory remained.

This story is just a fragment of my many years of foot fetishism. Like a star in a sky full of stars,
twinkling…

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