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SpicyBean99 said:
Random question alert! 🚨

Has anyone here got:

A) foot fetish

If yes… would you…

B) enjoy the idea of a woman dominating you primarily through the use of your foot fetish?
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STORY EXERT!!

Footboy meets his match!

(Story inspiration: https://postimg.cc/rRMZTZwR)

The above image IS AI.

“Got a lighter?” The flash of red asks, sliding into the seat across from me, shock and anxiety filling every crevice of my mind as I realise very quickly, who it is. I fumble it out of my pocket and pass it across the table. She leans in, lights up, and blows a slow stream of smoke right at me, her green eyes never leaving mine.

I cough slightly, leaning to the side. The redhead ignores it.

“Thankyou,” she says, lips quirking. “You always sit out here, don’t you?” Her head cocks to the side, as if she’s analysing me, eyes flicking from one eye to the other and back down my body.

I pause, wondering if this was a rhetorical question. She knew I always sat here, I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact and removing her shoes for anyone but me? Was she? What about the winks? The subtle touches of my arm as she delivered me a beer?

I swallow hard, unsure if my voice would betray me…betray my anxiety. “Yeah. Hah. Creature of habit, I guess.”

“Or maybe you just like the view,” she says, winking, and crossing one leg over the other, dangling her heel lazily from her toe. The motion makes my stomach twist and I do my best to not be caught staring again. She catches the flicker of my gaze and smirks, openly enjoying it.

“I… uh…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I’m Valkyrie by the way. And you are-?”

I blink at her, blushing, a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow. My brain feels blank, completely useless.

“Your name is…?” she presses, tilting her head again, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oh, shit - yeah, sorry, I must’ve been miles away. I’m Samuel.”

“Samuel,” she repeats, tasting the name on her tongue. She leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, and lets one heel slip just enough that her foot almost brushes my knee beneath the table.

“Samuel…are you doing anything this evening?”

The question catches me off guard, apparently this was going to be a common theme where Valkyrie was involved. I sit up, and take a sip of my beer.

“Well I was planning on sitting here and having a few more of these before heading to Meat and Stacks for a greasy kebab.”

What the FUCK Samuel? Why the fuck did you say that. You could have said anything BUT that.

Fuck.

I take another sip of beer. Attempting to ignore the anxious impending doom that always set in when I said the wrong fucking thing. I mentally headpalm myself.

Valkyrie stares at me in silence for a few seconds, before kicking both of her shoes off entirely and placing her feet gently on my lap.

“Maybe you should reconsider.”

Her feet readjust on my lap.

“Are you sure you’re not free tonight?”

Her toes curl and rub against each other on my thigh, the smell of sweat, mixed with warm leather fills my nose.

Instinctively I breathe in, deeply. That smell is like a drug to me. Heat surges through my body, straight to my groin and I feel my cock twitch under my trousers.

I cough, choking on my own spit. Using a hand to (hopefully) discreetly adjust myself.

“I…uh… well… I could… yeah… I’m free.”

“Good boy.” She said, removing her feet from my lap and slipping her shoes back on. “Meet me in the back car park in 20 minutes.”

As she leaves I quickly grab my phone and order another pint along with a double Southern Comfort with lime and lemonade. I stand up, whilst I wait, running my hands through my hair, walking in a circle and then sit back down, realising that I was catching the attention of a group of lads across the smoking area. I probably looked like a madman at that moment. I couldn’t help my thoughts from racing. It was like I had just responded to a command, not unlike a dog owner who says “Here, boy.” and is gifted with a meat snack. As usual though, I try to ignore those thoughts. I was going to enjoy this time with Valkyrie, no matter what this evening would entail.

20 minutes later I’m waiting in the back car park, my backpack slung across my shoulder. The drinks had done nothing but stir up more of anxiety and I couldn’t, stop, sweating. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. A car beeped and made me jump, I looked around the carpark and my eyes fell upon a black, beaten up hatchback, parked in the corner. A window opened and I caught that same flash of red.

“Over here, foot boy.” She calls, loud enough for only my ears to hear.

With a slightly trembling hand, I walk over to the passenger side and opened the door, dropping weakly into the seat, my bag getting caught in the gap between the door and the interior. I struggled for a few seconds, pulling the bag inside until the door finally slammed close. I sit there, pulse racing, awkwardly holding my bag.

“Put that down and take my shoes off?” She asks calmly but firmly.

I glance at her, wide eyed and startled but she was watching the windscreen, paying no attention to my evident shock. She wanted me to… what?

End of segment.

Let me know what you think!

Is the vibe good? Do you want more? Not your thing? Any feedback good or bad I’m willing to hear?
 
SpicyBean99 said:
STORY EXERT!!

Footboy meets his match!

(Story inspiration: https://postimg.cc/rRMZTZwR)

The above image IS AI.

“Got a lighter?” The flash of red asks, sliding into the seat across from me, shock and anxiety filling every crevice of my mind as I realise very quickly, who it is. I fumble it out of my pocket and pass it across the table. She leans in, lights up, and blows a slow stream of smoke right at me, her green eyes never leaving mine.

I cough slightly, leaning to the side. The redhead ignores it.

“Thankyou,” she says, lips quirking. “You always sit out here, don’t you?” Her head cocks to the side, as if she’s analysing me, eyes flicking from one eye to the other and back down my body.

I pause, wondering if this was a rhetorical question. She knew I always sat here, I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact and removing her shoes for anyone but me? Was she? What about the winks? The subtle touches of my arm as she delivered me a beer?

I swallow hard, unsure if my voice would betray me…betray my anxiety. “Yeah. Hah. Creature of habit, I guess.”

“Or maybe you just like the view,” she says, winking, and crossing one leg over the other, dangling her heel lazily from her toe. The motion makes my stomach twist and I do my best to not be caught staring again. She catches the flicker of my gaze and smirks, openly enjoying it.

“I… uh…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I’m Valkyrie by the way. And you are-?”

I blink at her, blushing, a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow. My brain feels blank, completely useless.

“Your name is…?” she presses, tilting her head again, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oh, shit - yeah, sorry, I must’ve been miles away. I’m Samuel.”

“Samuel,” she repeats, tasting the name on her tongue. She leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, and lets one heel slip just enough that her foot almost brushes my knee beneath the table.

“Samuel…are you doing anything this evening?”

The question catches me off guard, apparently this was going to be a common theme where Valkyrie was involved. I sit up, and take a sip of my beer.

“Well I was planning on sitting here and having a few more of these before heading to Meat and Stacks for a greasy kebab.”

What the FUCK Samuel? Why the fuck did you say that. You could have said anything BUT that.

Fuck.

I take another sip of beer. Attempting to ignore the anxious impending doom that always set in when I said the wrong fucking thing. I mentally headpalm myself.

Valkyrie stares at me in silence for a few seconds, before kicking both of her shoes off entirely and placing her feet gently on my lap.

“Maybe you should reconsider.”

Her feet readjust on my lap.

“Are you sure you’re not free tonight?”

Her toes curl and rub against each other on my thigh, the smell of sweat, mixed with warm leather fills my nose.

Instinctively I breathe in, deeply. That smell is like a drug to me. Heat surges through my body, straight to my groin and I feel my cock twitch under my trousers.

I cough, choking on my own spit. Using a hand to (hopefully) discreetly adjust myself.

“I…uh… well… I could… yeah… I’m free.”

“Good boy.” She said, removing her feet from my lap and slipping her shoes back on. “Meet me in the back car park in 20 minutes.”

As she leaves I quickly grab my phone and order another pint along with a double Southern Comfort with lime and lemonade. I stand up, whilst I wait, running my hands through my hair, walking in a circle and then sit back down, realising that I was catching the attention of a group of lads across the smoking area. I probably looked like a madman at that moment. I couldn’t help my thoughts from racing. It was like I had just responded to a command, not unlike a dog owner who says “Here, boy.” and is gifted with a meat snack. As usual though, I try to ignore those thoughts. I was going to enjoy this time with Valkyrie, no matter what this evening would entail.

20 minutes later I’m waiting in the back car park, my backpack slung across my shoulder. The drinks had done nothing but stir up more of anxiety and I couldn’t, stop, sweating. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. A car beeped and made me jump, I looked around the carpark and my eyes fell upon a black, beaten up hatchback, parked in the corner. A window opened and I caught that same flash of red.

“Over here, foot boy.” She calls, loud enough for only my ears to hear.

With a slightly trembling hand, I walk over to the passenger side and opened the door, dropping weakly into the seat, my bag getting caught in the gap between the door and the interior. I struggled for a few seconds, pulling the bag inside until the door finally slammed close. I sit there, pulse racing, awkwardly holding my bag.

“Put that down and take my shoes off?” She asks calmly but firmly.

I glance at her, wide eyed and startled but she was watching the windscreen, paying no attention to my evident shock. She wanted me to… what?

End of segment.

Let me know what you think!

Is the vibe good? Do you want more? Not your thing? Any feedback good or bad I’m willing to hear?
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You have a great sense of character, I love all the little descriptions and human moments, they make it all feel so much realer. The surprise and then tension, the blurted remarks and coy flirtation, all feel organic and build on each other perfectly. Definitely makes you want to read more...!
 
SpicyBean99 said:
STORY EXERT!!

Footboy meets his match!

(Story inspiration: https://postimg.cc/rRMZTZwR)

The above image IS AI.

“Got a lighter?” The flash of red asks, sliding into the seat across from me, shock and anxiety filling every crevice of my mind as I realise very quickly, who it is. I fumble it out of my pocket and pass it across the table. She leans in, lights up, and blows a slow stream of smoke right at me, her green eyes never leaving mine.

I cough slightly, leaning to the side. The redhead ignores it.

“Thankyou,” she says, lips quirking. “You always sit out here, don’t you?” Her head cocks to the side, as if she’s analysing me, eyes flicking from one eye to the other and back down my body.

I pause, wondering if this was a rhetorical question. She knew I always sat here, I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact and removing her shoes for anyone but me? Was she? What about the winks? The subtle touches of my arm as she delivered me a beer?

I swallow hard, unsure if my voice would betray me…betray my anxiety. “Yeah. Hah. Creature of habit, I guess.”

“Or maybe you just like the view,” she says, winking, and crossing one leg over the other, dangling her heel lazily from her toe. The motion makes my stomach twist and I do my best to not be caught staring again. She catches the flicker of my gaze and smirks, openly enjoying it.

“I… uh…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I’m Valkyrie by the way. And you are-?”

I blink at her, blushing, a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow. My brain feels blank, completely useless.

“Your name is…?” she presses, tilting her head again, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oh, shit - yeah, sorry, I must’ve been miles away. I’m Samuel.”

“Samuel,” she repeats, tasting the name on her tongue. She leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, and lets one heel slip just enough that her foot almost brushes my knee beneath the table.

“Samuel…are you doing anything this evening?”

The question catches me off guard, apparently this was going to be a common theme where Valkyrie was involved. I sit up, and take a sip of my beer.

“Well I was planning on sitting here and having a few more of these before heading to Meat and Stacks for a greasy kebab.”

What the FUCK Samuel? Why the fuck did you say that. You could have said anything BUT that.

Fuck.

I take another sip of beer. Attempting to ignore the anxious impending doom that always set in when I said the wrong fucking thing. I mentally headpalm myself.

Valkyrie stares at me in silence for a few seconds, before kicking both of her shoes off entirely and placing her feet gently on my lap.

“Maybe you should reconsider.”

Her feet readjust on my lap.

“Are you sure you’re not free tonight?”

Her toes curl and rub against each other on my thigh, the smell of sweat, mixed with warm leather fills my nose.

Instinctively I breathe in, deeply. That smell is like a drug to me. Heat surges through my body, straight to my groin and I feel my cock twitch under my trousers.

I cough, choking on my own spit. Using a hand to (hopefully) discreetly adjust myself.

“I…uh… well… I could… yeah… I’m free.”

“Good boy.” She said, removing her feet from my lap and slipping her shoes back on. “Meet me in the back car park in 20 minutes.”

As she leaves I quickly grab my phone and order another pint along with a double Southern Comfort with lime and lemonade. I stand up, whilst I wait, running my hands through my hair, walking in a circle and then sit back down, realising that I was catching the attention of a group of lads across the smoking area. I probably looked like a madman at that moment. I couldn’t help my thoughts from racing. It was like I had just responded to a command, not unlike a dog owner who says “Here, boy.” and is gifted with a meat snack. As usual though, I try to ignore those thoughts. I was going to enjoy this time with Valkyrie, no matter what this evening would entail.

20 minutes later I’m waiting in the back car park, my backpack slung across my shoulder. The drinks had done nothing but stir up more of anxiety and I couldn’t, stop, sweating. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. A car beeped and made me jump, I looked around the carpark and my eyes fell upon a black, beaten up hatchback, parked in the corner. A window opened and I caught that same flash of red.

“Over here, foot boy.” She calls, loud enough for only my ears to hear.

With a slightly trembling hand, I walk over to the passenger side and opened the door, dropping weakly into the seat, my bag getting caught in the gap between the door and the interior. I struggled for a few seconds, pulling the bag inside until the door finally slammed close. I sit there, pulse racing, awkwardly holding my bag.

“Put that down and take my shoes off?” She asks calmly but firmly.

I glance at her, wide eyed and startled but she was watching the windscreen, paying no attention to my evident shock. She wanted me to… what?

End of segment.

Let me know what you think!

Is the vibe good? Do you want more? Not your thing? Any feedback good or bad I’m willing to hear?
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I'm not a sub and wouldn't say I have a foot fetish, but I really enjoyed reading this. It is very well written, and it definitely captivated my attention. I can't wait to read the full story once it is published!
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Posted this over in lady but pics but…

I thought some may miss it so I’m going to place it right on your lap…(see below) 🥰

https://vlix.io/video/a177d2408574da0245a1/
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Damn! And a little peek of something else I see. Love your little shares, both visual and otherwise (but I love the visual ones even more, haha). Would love to provide you with a seat, but I'm not certain my face would be very comfortable.
 
SpicyBean99 said:
STORY EXERT!!

Footboy meets his match!

(Story inspiration: https://postimg.cc/rRMZTZwR)

The above image IS AI.

“Got a lighter?” The flash of red asks, sliding into the seat across from me, shock and anxiety filling every crevice of my mind as I realise very quickly, who it is. I fumble it out of my pocket and pass it across the table. She leans in, lights up, and blows a slow stream of smoke right at me, her green eyes never leaving mine.

I cough slightly, leaning to the side. The redhead ignores it.

“Thankyou,” she says, lips quirking. “You always sit out here, don’t you?” Her head cocks to the side, as if she’s analysing me, eyes flicking from one eye to the other and back down my body.

I pause, wondering if this was a rhetorical question. She knew I always sat here, I mean, she wasn’t making eye contact and removing her shoes for anyone but me? Was she? What about the winks? The subtle touches of my arm as she delivered me a beer?

I swallow hard, unsure if my voice would betray me…betray my anxiety. “Yeah. Hah. Creature of habit, I guess.”

“Or maybe you just like the view,” she says, winking, and crossing one leg over the other, dangling her heel lazily from her toe. The motion makes my stomach twist and I do my best to not be caught staring again. She catches the flicker of my gaze and smirks, openly enjoying it.

“I… uh…” I start, but she cuts me off.

“I’m Valkyrie by the way. And you are-?”

I blink at her, blushing, a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow. My brain feels blank, completely useless.

“Your name is…?” she presses, tilting her head again, eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oh, shit - yeah, sorry, I must’ve been miles away. I’m Samuel.”

“Samuel,” she repeats, tasting the name on her tongue. She leans back in her chair, uncrosses her legs, and lets one heel slip just enough that her foot almost brushes my knee beneath the table.

“Samuel…are you doing anything this evening?”

The question catches me off guard, apparently this was going to be a common theme where Valkyrie was involved. I sit up, and take a sip of my beer.

“Well I was planning on sitting here and having a few more of these before heading to Meat and Stacks for a greasy kebab.”

What the FUCK Samuel? Why the fuck did you say that. You could have said anything BUT that.

Fuck.

I take another sip of beer. Attempting to ignore the anxious impending doom that always set in when I said the wrong fucking thing. I mentally headpalm myself.

Valkyrie stares at me in silence for a few seconds, before kicking both of her shoes off entirely and placing her feet gently on my lap.

“Maybe you should reconsider.”

Her feet readjust on my lap.

“Are you sure you’re not free tonight?”

Her toes curl and rub against each other on my thigh, the smell of sweat, mixed with warm leather fills my nose.

Instinctively I breathe in, deeply. That smell is like a drug to me. Heat surges through my body, straight to my groin and I feel my cock twitch under my trousers.

I cough, choking on my own spit. Using a hand to (hopefully) discreetly adjust myself.

“I…uh… well… I could… yeah… I’m free.”

“Good boy.” She said, removing her feet from my lap and slipping her shoes back on. “Meet me in the back car park in 20 minutes.”

As she leaves I quickly grab my phone and order another pint along with a double Southern Comfort with lime and lemonade. I stand up, whilst I wait, running my hands through my hair, walking in a circle and then sit back down, realising that I was catching the attention of a group of lads across the smoking area. I probably looked like a madman at that moment. I couldn’t help my thoughts from racing. It was like I had just responded to a command, not unlike a dog owner who says “Here, boy.” and is gifted with a meat snack. As usual though, I try to ignore those thoughts. I was going to enjoy this time with Valkyrie, no matter what this evening would entail.

20 minutes later I’m waiting in the back car park, my backpack slung across my shoulder. The drinks had done nothing but stir up more of anxiety and I couldn’t, stop, sweating. I hoped she wouldn’t notice. A car beeped and made me jump, I looked around the carpark and my eyes fell upon a black, beaten up hatchback, parked in the corner. A window opened and I caught that same flash of red.

“Over here, foot boy.” She calls, loud enough for only my ears to hear.

With a slightly trembling hand, I walk over to the passenger side and opened the door, dropping weakly into the seat, my bag getting caught in the gap between the door and the interior. I struggled for a few seconds, pulling the bag inside until the door finally slammed close. I sit there, pulse racing, awkwardly holding my bag.

“Put that down and take my shoes off?” She asks calmly but firmly.

I glance at her, wide eyed and startled but she was watching the windscreen, paying no attention to my evident shock. She wanted me to… what?

End of segment.

Let me know what you think!

Is the vibe good? Do you want more? Not your thing? Any feedback good or bad I’m willing to hear?
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Hot little slow burn Bean 😘
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Brb later guys this girl has to cook dinner.

OH OH OH AND!!!

I got my assignment results back for my latest and well…

View attachment 2598420

Basically I’m doing really really well 🥰🥰
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Love to see this - hard work paying off. You keep it up and go for it.

Thanks for highlighting those other two accounts (think I may have like one or two of one of the posts - I’m afraid I’m also a paid up member of the ‘boogie addiction’ club and it can cloud my judgement sometimes!)

…and of course - I have gawped at the numerous times too and also the way you wear your glasses in some photos…oh yeah…and your boobs too - that is something I also love to see….😵‍💫

❤️😍
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Goshhh thankyou sir!

That is the aim with this thread and with most of my posting in general! I try to stay as authentic as possible, I love mindful conversations tho I can also be a horny little sl….at times!

The best of both worlds is what I can attempt to offer 😇
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Absolutely nothing wrong with being slutty… just be classy about it😂🤷‍♂️ you do an amazing job of striking the right balance I must say. Intriguing. Intriguing enough that I’ve sent you a DM🤭🙈
 
ChasBozwell30 said:
You have a great sense of character, I love all the little descriptions and human moments, they make it all feel so much realer. The surprise and then tension, the blurted remarks and coy flirtation, all feel organic and build on each other perfectly. Definitely makes you want to read more...!
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Thankyou Chas! Character writing is something I feel I excel in! I love reading stories where the characters feel real and where interactions seem realistic, even in fantasy scenarios. So thankyou, really! 😍

Tension building comes from me turning myself on whilst writing ;) if I have an idea for a scene and I write it but it doesn’t start the water works going in my lower region, and my nipples aren’t yet hard I’ve not written it well enough…

Thankyou again!
 
SpicyBean99 said:
Thankyou Chas! Character writing is something I feel I excel in! I love reading stories where the characters feel real and where interactions seem realistic, even in fantasy scenarios. So thankyou, really! 😍

Tension building comes from me turning myself on whilst writing ;) if I have an idea for a scene and I write it but it doesn’t start the water works going in my lower region, and my nipples aren’t yet hard I’ve not written it well enough…

Thankyou again!
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I'm curious, did you generate the AI to come up with the inspiration, or come across the AI and find the inspiration? Love the idea of a thread where somebody pulls up an AI image and a story gets written by another from it!
 
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