| Welcome, Guest |
You have to register before you can post on our site.
|
|
|
| Sleepy Soles Vol. 5: Mom's Sleepy Feet |
|
Posted by: BrockRockhold - 01-19-2020, 09:38 PM - Forum: Stories and Excerpts
- No Replies
|
 |
Here's the opening chapter of a story I might continue into a longer series -- if you guys like what's here, let me know and maybe I'll continue it. Also, if you do enjoy my writing, please feel free to check out my entire library on Amazon, as well as some X-Rated content on my Patreon that I couldn't publish due to Amazon's guidelines. And you can also always send me a message 
Amazon Library: https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&...r_ebooks_1
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BrockRockhold
Without further delay, here's Chapter 1 of what I can only say is basically an entirely true story
“Mom’s Sleepy Feet”
Part 1
********************
I have no idea where my foot fetish came from. I’ve done extensive reading online, trying to research my fetish's potential origin. There are many theories, but no one knows for sure. Some believe fetishes arise from being “imprinted” as a baby. Maybe you were crawling on the floor next to a pair of bare feet and tried to play with them. Maybe your mother thought it was cute to let you teeth on her toes, and over time, that created a deep, intense attraction toward feet. I personally could never recall anything of that nature—all I know for sure was that I’ve loved feet for as long as I can remember.
Barefoot scenes in movies and TV shows always got me excited. This was also true when warmer weather coaxed my fellow classmates into wearing flip-flops or sandals. How I managed to pay attention in school during those summer months I'll never know. There were nothing but distractions but everywhere, right as I was hitting puberty. But then though I'd seen bare feet in movies and also in real life, getting to worship them always seemed like a distant reality -- sure I could "see" then, but I could never "have them. And that’s where my mom comes into play...
We still live together in the same house and have a great relationship. She's really everything a son could ask for. On top of that, she goes barefoot at home all the time, I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it is for me to study when I came home from school. Even from upstairs, I can hear the sound of my mother’s bare soles walking across the kitchen floor as she prepares dinner. I know it’s weird to admit this, but I've always found her feet to be incredibly arousing. This has always made me extremely uncomfortable, being sexually attracted to my mother, even if my attraction was only toward her feet. But the awkwardness of it all didn’t change the way her feet made me feel. Not even a little. Her feet drove me absolutely fucking crazy -- a secret that until now, I kept only to myself.
One night, when my father was away on a business trip, me and a few friends bought beer from one of their older siblings. This was the first time I'd consumed alcohol as well as the first time I'd ever been drunk. I was afraid to come home because I didn't want my mom to find out and ground me. I snuck into the house as quietly as I could, praying I could make my way to my room without her interrogating me. Thankfully, when I entered the house, the living room was dark. I continued creeping my way toward my room, tiptoeing as quietly as I could. The only obstacle between myself and a clean getaway was my parents' room. Their door was wide open and I'd have to walk passed it to get to mine. The bright glow of my parents' television spilled into the hallway, taunting me. There was no way to pass without being fully exposed.
I continued walking as lightly as I could, trying my best to ensure the wooden stairs wouldn't creek beneath my shoes. Amazingly, they didn’t. I was now just outside the threshold that separated my parents' room from the hallway. I thought about my options. I could try crawling across the floor, praying my mother’s attention would remain fixed on the television. But if she saw me crawling, I’d be caught red-handed. I then thought about briskly walking passed their room without stopping. If my mom tried speaking to me, I could tell her I had to go to the bathroom and would be right back. Then I could stay in the bathroom as long as I needed—even until morning if I had to. I could tell her I was having an extremely bad stomach ache and I could just stay in there until I sobered up. And if I did just walk by, there was still a chance that she wouldn’t say anything to me at all. I could simply head directly to my room, close the door, go to bed, and no one would know anything, But as I pondered all the options and possibilities, I noticed a sound. The sound was different from whatever was coming from the TV. I could tell because the sounds from the television changed drastically from moment to moment. The sound I noticed was constantly repeating, over and over. And then I realized what it was—a snore...
Ever so carefully, I peeked my head into the room. What I saw was more than a relief—my mother had fallen asleep while watching TV. I was now free to pass without any fear of getting in trouble. But then I noticed something else. It was the soft glow of the television reflecting off the soft pads of my mother’s soles. My pulse immediately heightened. I just stared at them, hypnotized. I’d seen her feet thousands of times, but this was different. This time, she was passed out, and for the first time in my life, I was drunk...
The next thing I noticed was a half-emptied bottle of Nyquil on my mother's night stand. Earlier she mentioned that she felt a cold coming on. I don’t know how long I stood there, but it was a while. My dick throbbed against my pants as I tried thinking myself out of what already I knew I was about to do. Slowly I entered...
The sound of my mother’s snores intensified as I approached. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was slightly opened. I tiptoed as quietly as I could, but the sound of the television combined with her snores were more than enough camouflage to cover any noise coming from me. I knelt beside the bed and leaned forward, hovering my nose just millimeters away from my mother’s feet. For the first time ever, I smelled them. I honestly don’t know how to describe the scent other than to say they smelled “mature”, almost as if her feet contained knowledge, or secrets. I know that doesn’t make much sense, but that’s the thought that swirled through my head. I took another deep, heavy breath to learn more about her.
I’d never been more aroused, and I felt weird, but I didn’t care. She was sleeping and we were alone and nobody would ever have to know any of this, but my penis continued to throb and the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream prevented me from caring too much about consequences. I slowly began unzipping my jeans as I continued sniffing different portions of her feet—the heel, the instep, the outside border, the pad beneath her toes, and the toes themselves. Each whiff seemed to bring with it a slightly different story, but none of those stories told me to leave. As I huffed deeper and deeper I become more aroused. It wasn’t my intention to climax, but at a certain point, I was too far along to consider turning back. The alcohol had finally given me the courage to act out upon my fantasy. I continued stroking my erection until my hand began moving on its own, more aggressively than it ever had before.
I tried to control my breathing, but wasn’t doing a very good job. Thankfully, my mother always watched TV at a rather high volume. My heart pounded furiously while my hand jerked up and down my shaft. And then I could feel the explosion within begin to emerge. The smell of her feet, the glow of her soles, those rhythmic sleepy snores…they all conspired to overwhelm my senses. I aimed my erection downward, hoping to quarantined the mess I was about to make. “Nobody checks under the bed anymore,” I drunkenly thought. “Not even for monsters.” My movements became spastic as I continued to stroke. Then, out of nowhere, I did the unthinkable. As ejaculate began erupting from my cock, I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around my mother’s toes. I couldn’t believe it. I had completely lost control. Utterly, and completely. And after starting, I couldn't stop. I kept sucking her toes and licking her soles like a feral animal while I continued to masturbate.
To be continued...?
|
|
|
| Say Hello... |
|
Posted by: chloroforum_admin - 01-19-2020, 12:08 PM - Forum: General Discussion
- Replies (20)
|
|
I have created this thread as way fr folks joining this forum to say hello.
We used to post regularly at the slumberville forum, mainly in the Producers section, but from time to time in general discussion. It would be great if they sorted that place out but it seems to be mired in system issues which seem difficult to resolve. Hopefully they figure it out.
In the meantime, if you have just joined, say hello :-)
cheers
|
|
|
|
| Sleepy Soles Vol. 4: College Reunion |
|
Posted by: BrockRockhold - 01-09-2020, 04:56 AM - Forum: Stories and Excerpts
- No Replies
|
|
Here's the opening Chapter of my M/F sleepy foot fetish story, "College Reunion".
"College Reunion"
*Chapter 1*
For years, David had a crush on Lindsay, but he was always too shy to act on his feelings. There had been one time in college where David and Lindsay spent the evening together getting drunk. Between them, they drank two and a half bottles of red wine while watching a movie at Lindsay’s dorm. As the night progressed, Lindsay began feeling drowsy and asked if she could lie down on the couch where both of them were sitting. Disappointed, David agreed, but before he could get up to give her space, Lindsay slipped off her flats and draped her legs across his lap. This caught David completely off guard. He immediately noticed a sweet stink coming from below. Lindsay continued getting comfortable by wedging her warm, bare soles against the inside of David’s right thigh. Once settled, she took a deep, sleepy breath as her heavy eyes fluttered shut.
David was beside himself. He had never told anyone, but as early as he could remember, he always felt intense arousal when thinking about women’s feet. Even before puberty, he’d constantly fantasize about touching them, smelling them, kissing them, and much, much more. For David, the sensual thought of a woman’s foot created a euphoric rush that pulsated throughout every inch of his body. He felt blessed something so simple could make him feel so good, and this was the closest his fantasy had ever been to coming true.
David didn’t know what to do. He could feel blood rushing to his cock in a way he never experienced. He glanced over at Lindsay, who couldn’t have looked more beautiful. Her heavy, drowsy breaths synced perfectly with the forceful throbbing of his erection. David’s imagination ran rampant. There were so many things he wanted to do but couldn’t for fear of waking her up. At first, he leaned forward, inching his nose closer and closer to her soles. The farther he moved forward, the stronger the aroma became. David continued moving closer, being extremely careful not to wake his angelic friend. With his nose hovering just millimeters above Lindsay’s sleeping feet, David enjoyed a deep, silent breath.
The scent was indescribable. David couldn’t believe what was happening. This was by far the greatest night of his life. His pulse raced so ferociously that he feared he might pass out. He took a moment to calm himself, but his thoughts continued oscillating back and forth between catching his breath and submitting to ecstasy. Every couple of seconds, he would look over to ensure his beautiful friend remained asleep. Lindsay appeared to be totally unconscious, which emboldened David to be more courageous.
The full story is available here: https://www.amazon.com/College-Reunion-s...018&sr=8-3
Happy reading,
Brock
|
|
|
|
|
![[Image: dd6gjct-c104d5e3-9f1a-40b2-a386-db662d42...tyXB4os150]](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9c90224b-7fd5-40fb-8ae3-7ce8e2be31cc/dd6gjct-c104d5e3-9f1a-40b2-a386-db662d429004.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzljOTAyMjRiLTdmZDUtNDBmYi04YWUzLTdjZThlMmJlMzFjY1wvZGQ2Z2pjdC1jMTA0ZDVlMy05ZjFhLTQwYjItYTM4Ni1kYjY2MmQ0MjkwMDQuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.Bsa3n-0l7ficuNoM98qcb_Q75XpLjs8yZtyXB4os150)
![[Image: i7eFT5R.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/i7eFT5R.jpg)
![[Image: B4s9Wuq.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/B4s9Wuq.jpg)
![[Image: 3N0OmHB.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/3N0OmHB.jpg)
![[Image: i2ee5gm.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/i2ee5gm.jpg)
![[Image: YqWGNjS.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/YqWGNjS.jpg)
![[Image: nIJTNcW.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/nIJTNcW.jpg)
![[Image: giphy.gif]](https://media.giphy.com/media/duF7FShzo5NqiqHcuq/giphy.gif)
![[Image: qRl0nh5.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/qRl0nh5.jpg)
![[Image: 012o5jx.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/012o5jx.jpg)
![[Image: vX7i0rQ.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/vX7i0rQ.jpg)
![[Image: uINUHDL.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/uINUHDL.jpg)
![[Image: uGbBq7K.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/uGbBq7K.jpg)
![[Image: 3wjoFeN.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/3wjoFeN.jpg)
![[Image: wfq9kkZ.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/wfq9kkZ.jpg)
![[Image: tsocQlb.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/tsocQlb.jpg)
![[Image: qharNHJ.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/qharNHJ.jpg)
![[Image: eMeuGOS.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/eMeuGOS.jpg)
![[Image: giphy.gif]](https://media.giphy.com/media/H2t0H3IivHUee1g6q0/giphy.gif)
![[Image: OBLJBsn.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/OBLJBsn.jpg)
![[Image: ty1aVMy.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/ty1aVMy.jpg)
![[Image: GEgSMdq.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/GEgSMdq.jpg)
![[Image: ozOkuIS.jpg]](https://i.imgur.com/ozOkuIS.jpg)
