Post by MeanMark on Sept 28, 2018 12:38:17 GMT -6
Hey everyone, it's been a while. Here is a story I wrote some months ago and figured some of you may like it as well. As always, I would love feedback.
**Warning** Strong foot fetish elements in this story.
“You’re gonna love the toenail polish I got this time.”
Kylie’s words rang like a bell in my mind and she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. She and I had started dating a few months earlier but never quite made it to that next step. She knew about my foot fetish, though; I was pretty honest about that from the beginning. She was delighted at the idea. From the start, she took advantage of getting every foot massage and worship session she could. But finally, the day had arrived: her parents were gone for the weekend and she was ready to go further.
As she led me up the stairs, I was watching her every movement from head to toe. Her bare feet revealed sexy, soft wrinkles with each step. Her perfectly toned legs and ass gave a slight jiggle as she walked, driving me absolutely wild. And, naturally, she flipper her curly, blond hair over her should to peek back at me as I was taking it all in, her rich, blue eyes burning right through me with passion.
Once we arrived in her bedroom, things began progressing quickly. Clothes became an afterthought; seeing your girl’s unworldly features through text is a lot different than finally seeing them in person. We began to make out, with slight touching involved, until both of us were primed and ready. Finally, Kylie laid back on the bed, raising her perfect foot to my face while scrunching her toes.
“So, what do you think of the polish?” she said with an enticing grin.
“I love the color, you picked my favorite.” Her toes where a bright, ruby red with a slight sparkle to them – sure to catch any footie’s eye.
“It’s more than just your favorite color, they can make your favorite anything!” she exclaimed.
“I don’t get it?”
“The nail salon special ordered this polish for me. Once worshipped by a lover, the wearer will become the worshiper’s ultimate fantasy…I know it sounds insane, I know, but I did a lot of research into it and it’s legit! I wanted this to be special for you, for both of us.”
I was certainly taken back by her explanation; it certainly sounded insane, but she seemed so passionate about it that I could not help but believe her. However, something struck a slight sense of fear in me…
“Is it permanent? You may be a little…taken back by my ultimate fantasy.”
“No, it only lasts until the wearer reaches an ultimate climax. Then the changes will slowly fade. I want you to enjoy this, I can handle whatever your fantasy is.”
“Alright…if you say so.”
I slowly took her foot into my hand, staring at her sole. As my foot supported the bottom of her heel, soft waves of wrinkles stared back at me. I could not help but think, “These won’t be the only wrinkles she has when I’m done…”
I edged my face closer, and began rubbing my nose up and down her sole. I then slowly started licking and kissing her perfect feet; I peered down her tanned legs to her midsection, where her hand was slowly drifting down. In a fit of ecstasy, she began to moan, a sign to me that I was doing it the way she liked. Soon, passion filled me and I went wild on both of her feet kissing, rubbing and worshiping as hard as I ever had.
And then, it happened.
I slowly started to feel the skin on her legs loosen slightly in my hands. I dared not to look just yet, but I could feel dimples and cellulite forming. Against my face, her soles began to dry slightly, but I felt and increase in the number of creases and lines folding against my lips. I looked down and was amazed at the sight. Her perfectly toned stomach now had a sag to it and her chestnut tan was fading away to reveal pale, wrinkled skin. Her breasts quickly lost their shape and, because she was on her back, began to drift off towards each side of her. Finally, her face began to develop crow’s feet, smile lines and wrinkles faster than you would believe. The areas around her lips began to show small creases which were only accentuated by her pursing them with audible pleasure. Her curly, blonde hair seemingly shortened while simultaneously losing its color. She officially looked like an old bitty.
I had never been so turned on in my life.
She slowly opened her eyes; my assumption is that the sensation of the change subsided and she wanted to look at what she had become.
“What have you done to me!?” she exclaimed, her voice now sounding more haggard than sweet, her knotted hands and fingers pulling on the loose skin of her face.
“Look, I told you that you would be taken back! I can’t explain it, but this is my ultimate fantasy. Judging by what you said, you can either stay like this or we can make it go away.”
“Fine…” she said, shyly, “But be gentle. I have not done this in many years young ma-“She caught herself, looking at me shocked. “Oh dear God, please hurry up – It’s effecting my mind too!”
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” I said eagerly, as I quickly got on top of her. I gently spread her legs; I could not believe how much age they were now showing. Her young legs never showed a single flaw, but now they were soft and quite squeezable. More aroused than I had ever been, I began entering my now elderly-young girlfriend.
She was still surprisingly tight for someone “her age,” and I immediately began thrusting inside of her. Below me, she began moaning in intense pleasure, repeating the phrase, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” Her wrinkled breasts jolted with each thrust; her liver spotted hands reached and began rubbing them sensually. “Let me show you what this old gal can do,” she said with a sinful glare from underneath.
We then changed positions, as she took control on top. Those saggy breasts that were earlier being jolted with my thrusts now had more life as they synced with her riding movements. At one point, she took her soft wrinkled hands and fondled my balls. “This is something I learned long ago, my first husband loved it,” she crooned in a senile moment; it was now obvious she was no longer fighting the thoughts as they flooded in. She gazed down at me with pursed lips. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve never been more ready than I am now!”
“Okay...granny wants you to cum!” She arched back, stabilizing herself by planting her hands behind her. As quickly as an old woman could, she rode me into complete ecstasy. I could no longer contain myself, and obviously neither could she. We both exploded in pleasure simultaneously, throbbing and gyrating against each other.
Kylie caught her breath, slowly bending down to come face to face with me. “Such a sweet, young man,” she said softly as she pressed her wrinkled lips against mine. But, as quickly as pleasure had come, it faded away. Through the passionate kiss, I felt her lips begin to gain back their juiciness. Her dimpled thighs hardened in my hands, her breasts began to recede back into their original shape.
Within a few minutes, Kylie was back to her original self. We lay there together, naked, still caught up in the passion we experienced.
“So, granny Kylie,” I said jokingly, “What did you think?”
“I can’t explain it, but somehow being older made it better! It’s like I knew exactly what to do to get the most pleasure out of both of us,” she explained, a sentence that she finished by seductively biting her lip. “You know, the salon told me that the nail polish is good for 3 sessions…”
I had no hesitation, whatsoever, to obey her next command.
“Get down there, young man!”
“Well, I was always told to respect my elders…”
**Warning** Strong foot fetish elements in this story.
“You’re gonna love the toenail polish I got this time.”
Kylie’s words rang like a bell in my mind and she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. She and I had started dating a few months earlier but never quite made it to that next step. She knew about my foot fetish, though; I was pretty honest about that from the beginning. She was delighted at the idea. From the start, she took advantage of getting every foot massage and worship session she could. But finally, the day had arrived: her parents were gone for the weekend and she was ready to go further.
As she led me up the stairs, I was watching her every movement from head to toe. Her bare feet revealed sexy, soft wrinkles with each step. Her perfectly toned legs and ass gave a slight jiggle as she walked, driving me absolutely wild. And, naturally, she flipper her curly, blond hair over her should to peek back at me as I was taking it all in, her rich, blue eyes burning right through me with passion.
Once we arrived in her bedroom, things began progressing quickly. Clothes became an afterthought; seeing your girl’s unworldly features through text is a lot different than finally seeing them in person. We began to make out, with slight touching involved, until both of us were primed and ready. Finally, Kylie laid back on the bed, raising her perfect foot to my face while scrunching her toes.
“So, what do you think of the polish?” she said with an enticing grin.
“I love the color, you picked my favorite.” Her toes where a bright, ruby red with a slight sparkle to them – sure to catch any footie’s eye.
“It’s more than just your favorite color, they can make your favorite anything!” she exclaimed.
“I don’t get it?”
“The nail salon special ordered this polish for me. Once worshipped by a lover, the wearer will become the worshiper’s ultimate fantasy…I know it sounds insane, I know, but I did a lot of research into it and it’s legit! I wanted this to be special for you, for both of us.”
I was certainly taken back by her explanation; it certainly sounded insane, but she seemed so passionate about it that I could not help but believe her. However, something struck a slight sense of fear in me…
“Is it permanent? You may be a little…taken back by my ultimate fantasy.”
“No, it only lasts until the wearer reaches an ultimate climax. Then the changes will slowly fade. I want you to enjoy this, I can handle whatever your fantasy is.”
“Alright…if you say so.”
I slowly took her foot into my hand, staring at her sole. As my foot supported the bottom of her heel, soft waves of wrinkles stared back at me. I could not help but think, “These won’t be the only wrinkles she has when I’m done…”
I edged my face closer, and began rubbing my nose up and down her sole. I then slowly started licking and kissing her perfect feet; I peered down her tanned legs to her midsection, where her hand was slowly drifting down. In a fit of ecstasy, she began to moan, a sign to me that I was doing it the way she liked. Soon, passion filled me and I went wild on both of her feet kissing, rubbing and worshiping as hard as I ever had.
And then, it happened.
I slowly started to feel the skin on her legs loosen slightly in my hands. I dared not to look just yet, but I could feel dimples and cellulite forming. Against my face, her soles began to dry slightly, but I felt and increase in the number of creases and lines folding against my lips. I looked down and was amazed at the sight. Her perfectly toned stomach now had a sag to it and her chestnut tan was fading away to reveal pale, wrinkled skin. Her breasts quickly lost their shape and, because she was on her back, began to drift off towards each side of her. Finally, her face began to develop crow’s feet, smile lines and wrinkles faster than you would believe. The areas around her lips began to show small creases which were only accentuated by her pursing them with audible pleasure. Her curly, blonde hair seemingly shortened while simultaneously losing its color. She officially looked like an old bitty.
I had never been so turned on in my life.
She slowly opened her eyes; my assumption is that the sensation of the change subsided and she wanted to look at what she had become.
“What have you done to me!?” she exclaimed, her voice now sounding more haggard than sweet, her knotted hands and fingers pulling on the loose skin of her face.
“Look, I told you that you would be taken back! I can’t explain it, but this is my ultimate fantasy. Judging by what you said, you can either stay like this or we can make it go away.”
“Fine…” she said, shyly, “But be gentle. I have not done this in many years young ma-“She caught herself, looking at me shocked. “Oh dear God, please hurry up – It’s effecting my mind too!”
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” I said eagerly, as I quickly got on top of her. I gently spread her legs; I could not believe how much age they were now showing. Her young legs never showed a single flaw, but now they were soft and quite squeezable. More aroused than I had ever been, I began entering my now elderly-young girlfriend.
She was still surprisingly tight for someone “her age,” and I immediately began thrusting inside of her. Below me, she began moaning in intense pleasure, repeating the phrase, “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!” Her wrinkled breasts jolted with each thrust; her liver spotted hands reached and began rubbing them sensually. “Let me show you what this old gal can do,” she said with a sinful glare from underneath.
We then changed positions, as she took control on top. Those saggy breasts that were earlier being jolted with my thrusts now had more life as they synced with her riding movements. At one point, she took her soft wrinkled hands and fondled my balls. “This is something I learned long ago, my first husband loved it,” she crooned in a senile moment; it was now obvious she was no longer fighting the thoughts as they flooded in. She gazed down at me with pursed lips. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve never been more ready than I am now!”
“Okay...granny wants you to cum!” She arched back, stabilizing herself by planting her hands behind her. As quickly as an old woman could, she rode me into complete ecstasy. I could no longer contain myself, and obviously neither could she. We both exploded in pleasure simultaneously, throbbing and gyrating against each other.
Kylie caught her breath, slowly bending down to come face to face with me. “Such a sweet, young man,” she said softly as she pressed her wrinkled lips against mine. But, as quickly as pleasure had come, it faded away. Through the passionate kiss, I felt her lips begin to gain back their juiciness. Her dimpled thighs hardened in my hands, her breasts began to recede back into their original shape.
Within a few minutes, Kylie was back to her original self. We lay there together, naked, still caught up in the passion we experienced.
“So, granny Kylie,” I said jokingly, “What did you think?”
“I can’t explain it, but somehow being older made it better! It’s like I knew exactly what to do to get the most pleasure out of both of us,” she explained, a sentence that she finished by seductively biting her lip. “You know, the salon told me that the nail polish is good for 3 sessions…”
I had no hesitation, whatsoever, to obey her next command.
“Get down there, young man!”
“Well, I was always told to respect my elders…”