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This is the first story of many for me – the first real fetish ‘sexperience’ I have had.

Straight from high school we were together, B and I. We shared six great years together. Every single day was a new day, and new and more exciting things came to us. It seemed like we were willing to try anything with each other. She gave great head and I would deliver a fantastic ecstasy for her with my tongue, but there was one thing that hadn’t been explored. Our fetishes.

I have a foot fetish like you wouldn’t believe. The slightest peek of beautiful painted toes and soft skin of her feet turned me on. I was reluctant to tell her for a long time. I was embarrassed. I felt it was a strange fetish to have. So I kept it to myself.

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