It’s time for another Phone Sex Friday’s Fetish and I have one today that is rather self explanatory!

Crurophilia (aka “Legs are staple articles and will never go out of fashion while the world lasts”)

Who among us can resist an incredible pair of gams? It’s not surprising that legs are one of the most reported objects of affection, one of the most arousing (non genetalia related) parts of a woman’s body, and frankly, why not?  Not only do these marvels of human engineering manage to carry a woman around all day long, but most of the time, they do so in shoes that would send most men running for the hills! (My sissies and crossdressers, obviously this statement doesn’t apply to you!)

For example:

See what I mean?  I know that many of you are currently panting and drooling over that picture…but how many of you are doing so because of my lovely legs? Show of hands.  Mmhmm. I thought so.

Crurophiliacs must really have a tough time navigating the world.  To be surrounded by such lovely stalks and to be afflicted by such intense arousal due to their mere presence in your life, well, you kinksters must be wandering around with a 24/7 stiffy!

But never fear, my pets! I know precisely what to do with my leg lovers out there!  It involves you, on your knees, worshipping my bare legs from the toes up. Slowly. *grin* Don’t worry, when you get to the top of one, you get to start ALL OVER again on the next.

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We’re almost finished with this Steamy Storytime set! Only a couple chapters left!

It was October 31st, the night of the Grand Ball, and Sarah was very nervous. She had been dreading and anticipating this date for the past couple of weeks. She even bought a new purple stretch velvet dress, with a tied back and pointed cuffs. The neckline was just low enough for a necklace, but didn’t plunge low enough to show more than a hint of cleavage. The bra and g-string panties were purple as well, with an embroidered rose pattern and scalloped trim. She was so busy dealing with everyday life, that she had no time to buy the right shoes for the outfit. She had looked high and low and was not pleased with the selection she found. She decided to go with the old reliable pair she had already.

Her boyfriend had already told her he would meet her at the party, since he had to work and she didn’t. It would also be very erotic to meet at the party and screw each other silly. The masked stranger was a fantasy of his and she was open to almost anything. They even kept their costumes a secret just to add to the suspense. Bella was going to stop by and pick her up, as well as helping her into her dress.

Bella arrived in a black stretch limo promptly at eight o’clock. Her knock on the door seemed to resound through the apartment, even though it normally would be hollow and low. Sarah answered the door and ushered Bella inside. At first Sarah was wondering why the black crushed velvet dress covered her whole body up to her neck. She was expecting Bella to be in some skimpy number with a slit up the side and heaving bosoms spilling over the top of a corset. Sarah giggled inwardly at the cartoonish image that danced in her head. It wasn’t until Bella passed her and she closed the door, that she saw the fully opened back that cut low enough to show ass cleavage.

Bella strutted around the apartment like a peacock, “Nice place you have here, very quant. It has that lived-in feel.” Bella turned and looked at Sarah who was still gawking at the dress. “Do you like the dress? I wasn’t sure if it was sophisticated enough, but I thought the long sleeves, and high collar would make it so.”

She paused as Sarah half grinned, “Yes… it is a very sophisticated dress. I really like it.”

“I’m glad you do,” Bella chuckled and turned back around to bare her back to Sarah. “Are you ready yet? I see you have your dress on, but not your shoes. Or are you going barefoot?”

Sarah blinked and shook her head, “No I am not going barefoot, I have some shoes to wear. I’ll just be a moment.”

Bella smiled and looked sideways at her, “If you’d like, I do have those leather pumps you liked so much. I saw how you looked at them, with eyes full of lust.” Sarah blushed and realized Bella was carrying a box in her hands. “Let me put them on for you.”

“No, No,” Sarah protested, “I couldn’t wear your shoes, they probably wouldn’t fit anyway.”

As she opened her mouth to protest further, Bella dropped the box top and knelt before her. “No I insist,” Bella’s eyes flashed a seductive look up at her.

Sarah dropped her guard and said, “If you insist. Who am I to turn down such a wonderful offer?” She pulled her skirt up a little so that Bella could get the shoe on easier.

“Good,” Bella said softly as she cradled Sarah’s foot in her hand. With the other hand she pulled the leather pump out of the box and slipped it on. “It fits perfectly, like Cinderella with the glass slipper. Mmmm… you have very strong calf muscles. You must workout or dance.”

Sarah squirmed and swallowed hard, “Yes, I uh, do Pilates and Tai Chi, besides regular walking. I like to stay… toned at least.” Bella caressed her calf and ran her long nails up Sarah’s leg. The heat was building between her thighs and she grabbed on to the wall for more support. Bella’s hand lingered for a moment on the back of her knee, before switching over to the other leg.

Bella looked up with a mischievous smirk and remarked, “I love the feeling of a good workout. It gets the blood pumping and your body aches in that good way you know. Then after you get all hot and sweaty, you can take a long cool shower afterwards.” Again her hand worked its way up Sarah’s calf, stopped at mid thigh, and threatened to go farther. “A good workout is almost as good as sex don’t you think?”

Sarah tried to focus on what Bella said, “What?”

Bella sprung to her feet and backed Sarah against the wall. “Sex, don’t you think it’s a much better workout?” Bella half straddled Sarah’s leg and stood a breath away from her face. “I always feel much better after a good romp in the sack, it gets those endorphins going, and makes you forget the problems of the day. Tell me Sarah… have you ever had sex with a woman before?”

Bella’s taunting eyes made Sarah melt and she stuttered a response, “I uhhh… no, but I am curious. I just haven’t, you know, had the chance, and um…”

Bella chuckled and ran a finger over Sarah’s cheek, “Maybe you’ll get your chance soon. You can drop your skirt now.” She backed away and Sarah noticed the dress was pulled up to her waist and crumpled in her grasp. She released the hem quickly and excused herself to the kitchen for a drink of water to cool down. “Are you almost ready, Sarah?”

Sarah gulped down the glass of water and nodded, “I’m ready now.” She grabbed her purse and they departed.

*Fans self* Now if that wasn’t steamy, I don’t know what IS!  Stay tuned, my pets!

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I was out this week shopping and I happened across a nail salon I’d never seen before.  Now, Miss Bella isn’t one to pass up the opportunity to try new things, much less considering that I’d been on my feet all day and was in serious need of some TLC.  I have to admit, I am a bit of a slut for a good foot massage, and all the salons I’ve been to are always run by women.  Not that that stops me, really, but I was quite surprised by what awaited me beyond those glistening glass doors.

I asked for a full pedicure, and as I was soaking my feet in the wonderfully warm water, I was amazed to find my pedicurist was a young, handsome, well built guy!  As he picked up my foot to start the massage portion of the pedicure, I think I let out a little purr.

See, I love the fact that this lovely man had found his true calling.  The care with which he pampered my feet clearly indicated to me that he was definitely a foot fetishist!  I think I’m in love.  We chatted while we talked and he admitted, after finding out that I was a phone sex FemDom, that he had, in fact, been into women’s feet for a very long time and found it a joy to come to work every day just to get the opportunity to fondle them!

He leaned over at the end of the pedicure, slipped me his card, and told me he was very interested in being my own personal foot slut if I wanted him.

I think I might just take him up on that offer!

Until tomorrow!

 For phone sex sessions with me, call 800-601-6975.

Hello, my darlings!

It might come as a complete surprise to you, but there is not fetish in the “Q” part of the alphabet.  So skipping right along, we’re going to go over one that makes me giddy because it incorporates one of my favorite things!

Retifism (aka “I love your shoes!”)

In the wide, wide world of foot fetishism, there exists a smaller minority who aren’t as into feet…as they are into the shoes you walk around in throughout the day.  Retifism is all about the shoes.  Heels, flats, boots, ballet, platforms, loafers…it doesn’t matter. If it’s a shoe, it’s a sexually arousing object and it’s not unusual in the slightest to learn that these lovely fetishists often have a favorite pair they pull out strictly for masturbation purposes!

I have a caller who absolutely adores shoes.  In fact, every single call we talk at length about the Italian leather dress shoes he’d steal from his parents’ closet, or the heels he used to drool over that his mom would wear to work. He confessed how he’d stealthily take a pair into his room, spend time caressing them with his hands, his lips, and eventually, his cock, until he had the most amazing release all over the insole.

These desires are what set those who indulge in retifism apart from straight foot fetishists. And why do you think women wear heels? We don’t do it for ourselves…we do it for all of you! So you’ll have someting nice t stare at as we walk by;)

Until tomorrow!

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