Heels Toes and Soles: A Hot Foot Fetish Story Collection

By Daizy Dennis

A collection of hot short fiction for those who adore feet.
High heels, bare toes, high arches and soft soles. They are all here.
You have a thing for feet.
Think you might just obsess about heels a little too much?
Idolise women with beautiful toes, or just get a kick from feeling the soft skin on pampered soles?
From offices with women in crazy high stilettos, to bath-time with naked soapy toes. Find your favourite foot fantasy.
Dip your toe in here and enjoy the steamy stories.
Foot fetish or just a kink, indulge your passion.

Sizzling scenes.
Daizy Dennis - Delicious Desires

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daizy Dennis
• Release date: Oct 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005586355

Daizy Dennis

? Steamy romance, adult fiction, x-rated fun, erotic short stories NSFW. Consensual, diverse, curvy and age gap billionaire bosses.Warm flash fiction and hotter longer stories. Strong women, confident men, mostly M/F and always a HEA or at least HFN.?

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Heels Toes and Soles

HEELS TOES AND SOLES

A HOT FOOT FETISH STORY COLLECTION

DAIZY DENNIS

DAIZY DENNIS BOOKS

CONTENTS

I Bared My Soles

My Toe Slave

My High Heel Shoes

Wednesday Was Pedicure Day

Preparing My Feet For My Lover

Her Toes

My Boss Trashed Me And My Shoes

My Body and My Soles

Her Feet In The Bath

About the Author

I BARED MY SOLES

OK, I admit it, I love feet too and I couldn't resist the challenge. I'd heard of men who really, and I mean really, love feet.

I'd noticed him outside the spa. He sat in the hotel lobby and watched as women came out. He paid no attention to the ones who'd had a spray tan or manicure, but boy, did he pay attention to those walking past in the spa slippers. It was a giveaway that they'd had their feet treatments and he was getting more hot and bothered at the sight of each woman. I sat down opposite him. There was just a large marble table between me and him.

I slipped off my shoes and looked him straight in the eyes as I lifted one foot, then the next. I twirled each ankle in an exaggerated stretch. He had a closeup of the soles of my feet. Could see my nails, neatly painted, bright red. He tried to hold eye contact with me, but his urges overtook him and he leered at my feet. I moved to the chair at the end of the table, so I could reach his lap with my foot. I stroked up and down his thigh with my barefoot. The hotel guests walked around reception, too busy to even notice what I was doing. He pulled a newspaper off the table and held it on his lap. I knew he was hard, and my panties went damp at the thought. He wasn't my type, but the power I had exerted over him by placing just one foot on his lap made me want to take this all the way.

I dropped my feet