Dear Diary,

Well, I’ve done it now. I’ve exposed my feelings for my roommate – or at least my fascination with her feet. I’ve never done anything like this and frankly, I’m surprised at my own behavior. But, as only you know, this is something that has been coming for a long time.

It just felt like, oh, I don’t know, like she’d just taunted me time and time again with them. I know she’d seen me looking at her feet so many times. They are so lovely with their high arches, the perfectly shaped toes always so beautifully pedicured, softly tanned from their constant exposure to the sun. damn. I don’t know where my fascination with them came from, but as time has passed, my desire to touch them has gotten stronger and stronger. My desire to feel them against my skin, to taste them, to feel their texture under my tongue… it has become incredibly overwhelming.

So, last night… well, let’s start at the beginning. Angela was going out again to a frat party. She goes to them so often, always out cavorting with those stupid frat boys, often times coming back to the dorm with one or another of them, ignoring the fact that I’m right across the room, trying to sleep, letting them fuck her. And last night, when I saw her getting ready, I thought, oh here we go again. But she sat down on her bed, and was applying lotion to her legs and feet, her blonde hair falling across her face, her hands massaging her arches with sweetly scented oil… and she said she was getting tired of the whole thing. She looked at me through her fall of hair, eyes meeting mine… I think I looked away, watching her touching her feet, wishing I could touch them.

Anyway it all just felt different somehow. So she slid her feet into a pretty pair of sandals, threw her bag over her shoulder and said something like, hey, I’ll see you tonight, ok? I think I blushed at her. Who knows… I’m so easy to read. She smiled at me, waved and left.

I waited all night for her to get home. I had visions of something happening, I don’t know what… but something sort of sexy and intimate that would involve her asking me if I wanted to paint each others toes or something. Whatever.

What happened was that she came home, drunk and silly, but alone, and she muttered something about not being able to get undressed. Then she passed out.

My intention was to simply get her more comfortable. So I went to her bedside, and I pulled her sandals off her feet and put them aside. And she didn’t move. So I lightly ran my hands across her feet, just to feel them, just to get them clean for her sheets. I went over to the sink and got a washcloth and gently rubbed her feet down with the warm cloth, and she moved just slightly. The next thing I knew, my mouth was lowering itself toward her feet. I put my face on them, feeling the arches pressed against my cheeks, smelling the faintly outdoorsy smells that still lingered there. My mouth opened slightly, and my tongue darted out and ran itself quickly across the sole of her foot. Oh god. My mind went blank. I wanted this more than anything. I tasted her again, slowly moving my tongue from her heels to her toes, savoring her flavors and scents, feeling the texture of her skin. Wanting to put her toes in my mouth. She sighed slightly, not quite out, but I just didn’t care.

I sat cross-legged at the end of her bed, and gently lifted her feet to my face. I felt my breath quicken slightly, my nipples seemed to get harder, my panties just a little wetter. I was scared, but not scared enough to stop. I opened my mouth and sucked her big toe into my mouth. I started gently, but the next thing I knew, I was sucking on her toes like they were candy, making groaning noises in the back of my throat. One of my hands slipped downward, toward my pussy, and my fingers began working my clit while I attacked her feet, tongue fucking her between her toes. It was an incredible sensation. I felt like I was high, desire overwhelming me.

I stood over her prone form, and pulled my panties off quickly. Unable to believe my nerve, I quickly spread my legs and lowered myself onto those feet I’d dreamt about, feeling her heels pressing into me, my clit so hard against her beautiful feet. I began to grind on her, bringing myself to climax very quickly. I looked down at her toes, now wet with my saliva and cum and thought I should really clean them up. But I didn’t. I left my juices on her delectable soles, feeling as if I had somehow made her mine by doing that.

I was sated. I went back to my own bed, and glanced over at Angela. Her eyes were open and she was looking directly at me, looking both hungry and angry. I quickly turned over, and pretended that I was asleep. I can only hope she will think she was dreaming. Unless, of course, she can still smell my scent on her. Time will tell.

God, I’m nervous.

Karen

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