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I was 25, my birthday had just gone and I was trying to think of things to do to celebrate it as I hadn’t got much else planned. Naturally I was scrolling through Instagram and I saw her account. She announced that she was going to the US in a couple of days and noted she was staying in a hotel in London beforehand. “That’s it”! I thought. I’ll have my first ever proper foot session. I plucked up the courage to arrange something and she was completely cool with sorting something out.
She was a Welsh, red haired, thick lady probably in her mid 30’s. Her hair came down to her shoulders. Her feet looked gorgeous too. She would often change the colours of her toes. One moment they could be black, the next they would be light blue. She also wore toe rings and anklets. With tattoos all over her including some that where on the top of her feet. She was also very tanned in colour. Everything about her was incredible. People would also describe her feet as the facehuggers as they were big and meaty.
She asked how smelly I wanted them. Being over confident and cocky, I requested as absolutely stinky as she could. She was more than happy to oblige. Bearing in mind I’ve sniffed some pretty funky smelling feet in the past but I had no idea what I got myself into this time.
The day finally rolled round and my long journey to London began. A mixture of excitement and nerves hit me as I was not sure what to expect. All I knew is I’d be smelling possibly some of the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen! As I rolled up to the designated hotel. She told me what room she was in. It was fairly high up to add to suspense but as I reached the floor I approached her room. I knocked and soon after the door swung open and a very friendly greeting welcomed me in. It was all a bit surreal. It was weird meeting this person I had been following on insta for some time but it was nice. The first thing I noticed was her golden brown legs in her well worn flats barefooted so from that point I knew I would be in for a smelly hour. Especially as the weather was 25 degrees. She claimed how she hasn’t let her feet breathe at all yet.
She sat on the bed and requested me to take a seat at the other end where her giant feet were.
She raised one leg up to the level of my face and her words were “Take my shoes off and get a whiff of those” I obeyed and slid both the shoes off as she raised the other leg up after. I noticed she had blue painted toes as she wriggled her toes a little. I could see there was a fair amount of black from where she was wearing her shoes that built up under the toes and around the balls of her feet. Almost immediately, a powerful aroma hit my nose and as I went to move my head away, I found a powerful foot on my chest and push me onto my back on the bed. “Don’t even think about escaping. This is what you wanted” she noted as she was now sliding both of her greasy feet all over my face.
It was true what they said, they were certainly face huggers. Not a single bit of clean air was available and it was incredibly difficult to control my breathing for the first couple of minutes. From what I recall the smell was a mixture of corn chips and cheese. She continued to mush both of her soft feet around my face making me smell every part including the stinky toe area. Every now and then I would try and pull my face away for a bit of freedom but would instantly be denied as I was jolted back under her. “Haha you’re not going anyway. We’ve only just begun” she mocked as sweat continued to engulf my face. She asked me to stick my tongue out and reluctantly I did as she was still grasping my face. I must have licked every part of her feet over and over but her feet still had her powerful odour.
She told me to open my mouth as she put the side of her foot in there and requested I’d bite her. This must have been one of her turn on’s as I did and I heard her making some satisfying noises.
Halfway through the session, she put her left foot on my throat. She had lovely arches that appeared to fit perfectly around my neck. She applied some pressure locking me there and with her right foot, I felt it begging to slide down my throat. I was a little bit nervous about being gagged as I’d never done it before so I struggled. I still couldn’t escape as she began an evil laugh. As her wide foot went deeper in, all I had was my nose to breath from. “You’re not going anywhere until we find your gag reflex” she responded as I was still trying to find a way out. Before I knew it, I let out my gag and we were back to being smothered by the smelly feet.
I felt her change position as now she was sitting on top of me with her feet in my face still. I heard her say “let’s see how good you are with no air” before I knew it her toes had sealed my nose tightly shut and the balls of her feet prevented air escaping my mouth. I didn’t hear her counting so I had no idea how long I was there for but as I began to struggle for air, I felt her increase her grip. I started tapping but she ignored me and continued. I thought I was going to pass out but to my relief she let me breathe. It was only for about 10 seconds as her feet reattached to me face again. She claimed how that was only 30 seconds and this time we were going to go for a minute. Her feet were in the same position as before but this time she held my arms so I couldn’t tap. She didn’t count again and as I started panicking, she laughed and said “you’ll be fine. You’ll pass out before you die”. I did everything in my power to try and shake her off but failed. All of a sudden, the breath of freedom hit me as she released me. The session had came to an end.
When we all sorted ourselves out, she asked if I had a good time. I said how it was one of the best experiences of my life and how she’ll see me again one day. She said I hope to see you for two hours next time as she laughed. After that we parted ways and I began my long journey back still smelling of her feet which lingered in my nose for the next couple of days.
She was a Welsh, red haired, thick lady probably in her mid 30’s. Her hair came down to her shoulders. Her feet looked gorgeous too. She would often change the colours of her toes. One moment they could be black, the next they would be light blue. She also wore toe rings and anklets. With tattoos all over her including some that where on the top of her feet. She was also very tanned in colour. Everything about her was incredible. People would also describe her feet as the facehuggers as they were big and meaty.
She asked how smelly I wanted them. Being over confident and cocky, I requested as absolutely stinky as she could. She was more than happy to oblige. Bearing in mind I’ve sniffed some pretty funky smelling feet in the past but I had no idea what I got myself into this time.
The day finally rolled round and my long journey to London began. A mixture of excitement and nerves hit me as I was not sure what to expect. All I knew is I’d be smelling possibly some of the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen! As I rolled up to the designated hotel. She told me what room she was in. It was fairly high up to add to suspense but as I reached the floor I approached her room. I knocked and soon after the door swung open and a very friendly greeting welcomed me in. It was all a bit surreal. It was weird meeting this person I had been following on insta for some time but it was nice. The first thing I noticed was her golden brown legs in her well worn flats barefooted so from that point I knew I would be in for a smelly hour. Especially as the weather was 25 degrees. She claimed how she hasn’t let her feet breathe at all yet.
She sat on the bed and requested me to take a seat at the other end where her giant feet were.
She raised one leg up to the level of my face and her words were “Take my shoes off and get a whiff of those” I obeyed and slid both the shoes off as she raised the other leg up after. I noticed she had blue painted toes as she wriggled her toes a little. I could see there was a fair amount of black from where she was wearing her shoes that built up under the toes and around the balls of her feet. Almost immediately, a powerful aroma hit my nose and as I went to move my head away, I found a powerful foot on my chest and push me onto my back on the bed. “Don’t even think about escaping. This is what you wanted” she noted as she was now sliding both of her greasy feet all over my face.
It was true what they said, they were certainly face huggers. Not a single bit of clean air was available and it was incredibly difficult to control my breathing for the first couple of minutes. From what I recall the smell was a mixture of corn chips and cheese. She continued to mush both of her soft feet around my face making me smell every part including the stinky toe area. Every now and then I would try and pull my face away for a bit of freedom but would instantly be denied as I was jolted back under her. “Haha you’re not going anyway. We’ve only just begun” she mocked as sweat continued to engulf my face. She asked me to stick my tongue out and reluctantly I did as she was still grasping my face. I must have licked every part of her feet over and over but her feet still had her powerful odour.
She told me to open my mouth as she put the side of her foot in there and requested I’d bite her. This must have been one of her turn on’s as I did and I heard her making some satisfying noises.
Halfway through the session, she put her left foot on my throat. She had lovely arches that appeared to fit perfectly around my neck. She applied some pressure locking me there and with her right foot, I felt it begging to slide down my throat. I was a little bit nervous about being gagged as I’d never done it before so I struggled. I still couldn’t escape as she began an evil laugh. As her wide foot went deeper in, all I had was my nose to breath from. “You’re not going anywhere until we find your gag reflex” she responded as I was still trying to find a way out. Before I knew it, I let out my gag and we were back to being smothered by the smelly feet.
I felt her change position as now she was sitting on top of me with her feet in my face still. I heard her say “let’s see how good you are with no air” before I knew it her toes had sealed my nose tightly shut and the balls of her feet prevented air escaping my mouth. I didn’t hear her counting so I had no idea how long I was there for but as I began to struggle for air, I felt her increase her grip. I started tapping but she ignored me and continued. I thought I was going to pass out but to my relief she let me breathe. It was only for about 10 seconds as her feet reattached to me face again. She claimed how that was only 30 seconds and this time we were going to go for a minute. Her feet were in the same position as before but this time she held my arms so I couldn’t tap. She didn’t count again and as I started panicking, she laughed and said “you’ll be fine. You’ll pass out before you die”. I did everything in my power to try and shake her off but failed. All of a sudden, the breath of freedom hit me as she released me. The session had came to an end.
When we all sorted ourselves out, she asked if I had a good time. I said how it was one of the best experiences of my life and how she’ll see me again one day. She said I hope to see you for two hours next time as she laughed. After that we parted ways and I began my long journey back still smelling of her feet which lingered in my nose for the next couple of days.
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