Fetishistic Tales (1) Author: pkkk1985

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I. The Beginning of Memories.

This happened many years ago; I don't even remember exactly when my fetish began.
Let me start with my first memory: In college, many couples rented apartments near the school. Our school was located in the suburbs, and the surrounding villagers converted their small houses into multiple separate rooms for rent. The landlord of the apartment I rented was quite wealthy, owning a house in the city center. This created ideal conditions for my fetish.
It was a weekend afternoon. Returning to my apartment, I found that most of the tenants were not home because it was the weekend. Passing by the second floor, I saw a pair of women's sneakers in front of one door. My heart jumped into my throat. After going up and down the stairs twice to confirm that I was the only one in the building, I could no longer contain my excitement.

I went to the door, picked up the cotton socks from the sneakers, put one on my penis, and held the other to my nose, sniffing it incessantly. This was the first time I remember touching socks other than my girlfriend's. I only remember that my penis immediately swelled to its limit. The slight sweaty smell emanating from the socks, mixed with the girl's body odor, stimulated every nerve in my body. Breathing in this unique scent, I began thrusting back and forth with the socks. But less than a minute later, the downstairs iron gate rang. Judging from the sound, it was undoubtedly the owner of the socks and her boyfriend. I was instantly terrified. Keep in mind, I was on the second floor; they couldn't have come up in more than 15 seconds. Due to extreme tension, the moment I took off the socks, my semen sprayed freely into the air. Without thinking, I hurriedly stuffed the socks back in and ran back to my fourth-floor apartment. Looking back, there must have been semen on the socks and the floor. I never knew if the couple heard me running back to my room. About a week later, the couple moved out. After they left, the door wasn't locked. Out of curiosity, I went in and searched the room, finding a pair of green, washed cotton socks in the closet.
Although it didn't have much of a taste, I treasured it for a long time, after all, it was my wonderful first time.

Now let's get to the main point of the first chapter. After that, my fetishistic desires grew even stronger. Coupled with the unique conditions of this rental building, one... [link to website]... Soon a couple of freshmen moved into the building.
I had met the female protagonist many times in the school cafeteria; she was not only beautiful but also had a very hot figure. It was summer, and every time she returned to her room, she would leave her shoes outside the door.
Having learned from experience, I naturally wouldn't choose to act during the day anymore. We'd play games until around 1 a.m., when everyone was basically asleep. I'd then quietly sneak up to her door and start playing with those shoes. (As an aside, there were at least twenty couples living in that building, and I basically knew what every girl's feet smelled like. Except for one particularly pretty girl who never left her shoes outside, and two I genuinely didn't find attractive.)

I'd insert my penis into one of the shoe holes and pump it back and forth, while holding the other to my nose and sniffing the inside. Afterwards, I'd wipe the semen inside the shoe as dry as possible with toilet paper. For a long time, nothing went wrong. Then a funny thing happened: I bumped into the girl at school, and without thinking, my gaze drifted to her feet. Then I realized she was looking at me, and realizing my mistake, I quickly walked away.

One late night, I was playing with her shoes in front of her door as usual. The door quietly opened to my side.
I was so engrossed in playing that I didn't notice. It wasn't until a hand landed on my shoulder that I was terrified.
I immediately put the shoes down gently, turned around, and lowered my head, too scared to look at her. I thought to myself, if she yells, I won't be able to continue studying. My face turned red, and my mind went completely blank. She picked up her shoes, beckoned to me, and turned to walk towards the rooftop. I could only follow her, my nerves on my side.

When we got to the rooftop, she threw the shoes at my face and said, "You're a pervert, aren't you?"

I kept my head down, still too afraid to speak. She suddenly took a step forward and kicked me in the stomach. I stumbled back several steps.

She said again, "Pick them up, keep going, let's see how perverted you really are! If you don't take them, I'm going downstairs and waking up my boyfriend right now."
I had no choice but to pick up the shoes with trembling hands (damn, my hands are shaking again as I write this). She said sharply, "Keep smelling them, keep playing with them."

Finally, I mustered the courage to say, "I know I was wrong. Don't tell anyone. I'll pay you back, I'll do anything you want."

She said, "Yeah. I'll let you continue now. You like it, don't you?"

I put the shoes back on, but I couldn't get an erection. She watched me fidget for a while and said, "You can't get an erection and you're still such a pervert?" As she spoke, she kicked me like raindrops. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Seeing this, she immediately stepped on my face with her slipper foot.

She said, "Isn't that enough? Come on, lick the sole of my shoe clean. Keep playing with your dick."
Although I have a fetish, I still felt the sole of the shoe was dirty. But I had no choice but to stick out my tongue. She rubbed the sole of the shoe back and forth on my face, and as she licked, my tongue gradually lost feeling, and my mouth felt like it was on fire.

But my penis involuntarily became erect. She looked at me with a smile, while rubbing the sole of the shoe hard on my face. At that moment, I felt waves of pleasure washing over me. My penis was erect, and I noticed her gaze had shifted to my genitals. She shifted her position and began kicking my erect penis with her slippered foot.

This gave me a chance to admire her beautiful feet up close. Her delicate white toes and slightly reddish soles were incredibly sexy. Under the intense stimulation of pleasure, I finally couldn't hold back. I ejaculated, some of it landing on her feet. She grabbed my shirt and carefully bent down to wipe her feet clean. After uttering a string of profanities, she said, "I'll come see you tomorrow if I have the chance, and give me 500 yuan to replace my shoes."

The next day, I was extremely anxious. Of course, I also considered whether things would develop like in those erotic novels I'd read—that she'd come and have a master-servant relationship with me or something. But thinking about it carefully, it seemed too unrealistic. So I made up my mind to sincerely apologize to her, even if it meant giving her all my living expenses for the month; otherwise, she was always a ticking time bomb.

After making up my mind, a long wait ensued. But a day passed, and nothing happened. I naively thought the matter was over, but things took an unexpected turn.

A few days later, I was playing games at home when there was a rapid knocking at the door. I guessed it was her, but when I opened it, I was startled to find she had brought another girl with her. I thought to myself, "Damn it, she at least told someone; this time I'm utterly humiliated." Without thinking about what would happen next, I let them in and quickly closed the door.

For ease of reading, I'll refer to her as Xiaolin, and the girl she brought as Xiaohua.

Xiaolin said, "Don't be shy. This is my best friend. She was curious and wanted to try it, so I brought her along. Anyway, you're a pervert; you probably wouldn't be happier with this opportunity. Xiaohua, take off your shoes."

Xiaohua was quite generous, kicking off her high heels without a word, revealing her feet clad in black stockings. The only downside was that she was slightly overweight, not my type at all. At the time, my thoughts were rather muddled. I could guess the general idea, but I wasn't overly excited. Although I have a fetish for objects and feet, I'm quite selective. I generally don't have much interest in girls I don't find attractive.

Xiaolin said, "Give me back the money I used to buy the shoes." I had just taken out my wallet when she grabbed it, taking all the bills inside. She turned to me and said, "If you don't want anyone to know about this mess, then serve your sister Hua well. If you dare touch my shoes again, I'll make sure everyone knows." She then said a few words to Xiaohua and left.

Only Xiaohua and I were left in the room, and it became awkward. After a long silence, I said, "Let's just leave it at that. I was just acting impulsively. I'm broke this month, but I'll give you some money next month so you can buy something. Just pretend you don't know anything about this, pretend it never happened."

She was sitting on my bed, and I was sitting on a small stool beside her. She didn't answer, but suddenly stretched her black-stockinged feet in front of my face, and a strong, sour smell immediately filled my nostrils.
The stockings on her toes looked slightly stiff. My penis immediately hardened, and because I was wearing summer shorts, a small tent appeared in my crotch.

She laughed when she saw this and said, "You said you'd pretend nothing happened? These socks haven't been washed for two days, and my feet are always sweaty. You must really like it, right? Don't be afraid, neither of us will tell anyone. I used to secretly watch porn and always found it exciting and enjoyable when men licked women's feet. Xiaolin told me about it, and I couldn't wait to experience it myself. Let's make it clear first, you can only touch my feet, nothing else."

I still pretended to be calm and said, "No, I won't do this again."

Without saying a word, she pressed her foot against my face. The smooth feel of the stockings and the pungent, sour smell made me lose control. I grabbed her other foot and placed it on my face, sticking out my tongue to carefully savor every inch of her skin. The sour smell mixed with the leather smell of her high heels stimulated my nerves and my penis. Even though I didn't touch my penis, it was still as hard as an iron rod. Perhaps she was truly enjoying it, for she lay on my bed, breathing softly. I thought to myself: Would I be a man if I didn't do something at this point? My hand began to slowly slide up her stockinged legs, just past her knees, when she suddenly sat up and said, "We agreed you can only touch my feet."

Afraid she'd gossip, I gave up. I continued to savor her black-stockinged feet. My other hand began to rub my penis. She noticed my actions and said, "Who told you to masturbate? What if you ejaculate on my legs? Do you even deserve to enjoy this?" I ignored her, gently biting her toes with my teeth. She seemed to enjoy it, ignoring my hand rubbing my penis. She closed her eyes and indulged in the pleasure. Soon, her entire stockinged foot smelled of my saliva, the sour smell almost gone. I quickened my pace, and while she wasn't looking, I ejaculated all my semen onto her feet.

I thought she would be angry or threaten me into licking the semen off her feet. But when I suddenly got up and ejaculated on her black-stockinged feet, she didn't move at all, cooperating quite well, which actually touched me a little. So I brazenly wiped the semen off my penis clean from her stockinged feet.

She sat up and said to me, "It really felt good. But don't get your semen on me in the future.
It's such a hassle to change socks."

I said "Oh" and asked, "Is there a future?"

She sneered and said, "What future? I'll come find you when I want you to lick my feet. If we see each other at school, just pretend we don't know each other. If I get bored after a while, we're not allowed to contact each other anymore."
I pretended to be a little reluctant and said, "Okay." Actually, when a man's brain is controlled by his penis, it's just a matter of... (The rest of the text appears to be a fragmented and nonsensical collection of characters and symbols, possibly due to OCR errors. A direct translation isn't meaningful as it lacks coherent meaning.)

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