Beneath (A Foot Lover's Catharsis)

Foreword:
This is my inaugural submission to Literotica. The hours it consumed are innumerable, but it was important that I write it. It explores the deep conflict and shame that might cause someone to suppress a potent kink (specifically a fascination with feet), even from someone with whom they share a deeply intimate relationship. The underlying intention is to dissect the effect of societal norms and to challenge the harmful stigmas portrayed by sensationalist media. It is drawn out, introspective and brooding, but the perspective and detail were absolutely necessary for authenticity and immersion. Please endure and enjoy. Even if you’re not into foot stuff, I hope this provides a compassionate insight into being someone who is.

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A curse is clamped upon my roots,
Unyielding and ingrained.
It leeches on my lust
And feeds its code into my brain.
It starts with cryptic whispers;
Or an impulse on a breeze;
A fleeting reminiscence
Of a fervent memory.
Stormclouds grow and darken
As duality takes hold:
The repugnant fascination;
The compulsion to indulge.
I hear its sermon and become
A hunching, hungry shade,
Yearning for acceptance
To alleviate my bane.

She seldom graces earth
With barefoot skin of blushing roses —
Her softest sacred surfaces
Concealed, cocooned and cosy.
The parts of her that rupture me,
She merely sees as limbs.
And therein lies my plight because
My worship then is sin.
So, hyperstimulated
And concurrently repressed,
I play the opportunist,
As I watch my love undress.

My vision blurs and melts
Like vaseline smeared on a lens.
A prickly humid fog
Engulfs my shoulders, neck and head.
I rise and swell and pulsate
In a gripping, heady wooze,
In reverence of my lover
Taking off her socks and shoes.

Fingers tug at laces
Freeing knots, creating slack.
Tongue is pried from instep
As a heel peeks out the back.
Rolling contours follow,
Until off the tip it slides,
That exquisite, faultless figure
Liberated from its binds.
Ubiquitous its silhouette,
Its ordonnance divine,
A cotton sheath the final veil
To shield from drooling eyes.
The left emerges second
And accompanies its twin.
A pause, a breath, a flutter
Then the crescendo begins.

Clinging cotton peeled away
From sultry, fragrant flesh.
Gasping digits writhe and squirm
Unfettered and afresh.
Skin untouched by sunlight:
Peach and berries in whipped cream.
Silk above, velure beneath
And lacquer polish gleams.
Catalogue the complex curves,
A thousand nameless shapes,
The crevasses and valleys
That my lips and tongue would trace.
With every muscle’s flex and stretch
A bracing, luring frame
To mesmerise; to memorise
And brand upon my brain.
Provocative and tantalising;
Startling and absurd.
A rare and private spectacle;
A blessing to observe.

Roving like a satellite,
A slimy spying sneak,
I inch my way towards her,
Hoping for a closer peek.
But subtle as I think I am,
Our gazes intersect,
And synchronised, we realise
I’m more than half-erect.

Molten iron flows
Within the veins about my throat.
Hamstrings turn to gelatin.
It’s likely that I’ll choke.
Swatted like an insect,
I collapse upon the floor
And slither on my belly
Making for the bedroom door.
But just as I self-exile
With my tail between my legs,
She lassos me with empathy
And pulls my soul to threads:
“You need to face your demons.
You can’t help what turns you on.
If you cannot absolve yourself,
This hurt cannot begone.”

Behind her weary eyes
A vast lagoon of potent ruth.
Her lips and brow have softened
And my only course is truth.
Skin flayed from my brittle ribs
Reveals my blackened core.
Virtue, pride disintegrate
Like chalk upon the floor.
“A thousand explanations
Couldn’t make the logic clear,
But something drives me wild
About the part of you just here.”
Clammy, trembling hands proceed
Like magnets to a steel,
And gingerly they cradle
Underneath her arch and heel.

Humbly knelt beneath,
My heart is burgeoning and tender,
And nothing else remains of me
But pure and clear surrender.
Despite the pittance of my worth;
The unrequited guilt;
The sword upon which I have fallen
Buried to the hilt;
Despite the ghoul inside my throat;
The wicked rake that pleas,
She cherishes the man beneath;
The part that is still me.

Something in the mechanism
Clicks and locks in place:
A miraculous alignment
Of the galaxies in space;
My love has made a choice
Without the need to understand.
She timidly retracts her leg
And slips free of my hands.
Arms down by her sides,
And palms pressed flat against the bed,
Elbows locked and ankles crossed,
Demurely cocks her head,
Something wicked glints
Across the crystal of her eyes,
She munches on her swelling lip
To stifle half a smile.
“Show me what it does to you.
I want to feed the beast.”
And straightening her knees
She rests her soles upon my cheeks.

Deep beneath the crust of me,
Tectonic plates displace.
A thunderous pulsating
Thrums between us through my face.
Fluid from my upper half
Is syphoned further south.
I shrink into my senses,
Open mind and open mouth.

My left brain conscience cautions me
With urgency increased:
“This purpose of this flesh
Is not erotic in the least;
These intimate aromas
Were not made for your allure;
The format of this body part
Is functional and pure.”
But something in the taboo of it
Swallows me still deeper:
These alien sensations
In this secret space beneath her.

Time and distance fracture.
I transcend my earthly form
And glide about the biome
Of her textures and her warmth.
Untethered and ungoverned
Are my vigilante lips
They touch and graze at first
And then, emboldening, they kiss.
My jealous tongue encroaches
Causing lips to slide apart
On spongey, pliant surfaces
Like satiny chamois
Which vaguely taste of briny oils
From microscopic pores
And fading musky memories
Of soil and wooden floors.
Meandering, I savour
Every whorl and ridge and crease
And frequently remind myself
Just don’t forget to breathe.

Relishing my roaming tongue,
My love reciprocates
By repositioning her soles
Upon my flushing face.
Slick with my caressing lips
She slides along my nose
And probing for my open mouth,
She offers me her toes.

In countless starving reveries,
In awe of their perfection,
I’ve ogled these extremities,
Awash in my obsession.
The left and right symmetrical,
Precisely flush and neat,
Pristine in their arrangement
At the forefront of her feet.
The palette of her polish
Bold and vibrant in its shades.
Exact in her attention
To their gloss and to their shape.
Glistening confections,
Like a row of candied gems,
Immaculately uniform
In sequence: one to ten.
But even in my deepest thirst,
I loathed to trust the hope
That within my waking lifetime
I’d encounter them up close.
Yet somehow in my fortune –
Manifested or ordained –
These mouthwatering morsels
Are now mine to entertain.

Sealing two between my lips –
The greatest and its neighbour –
I pore over the quality
Of mouthfeel and of flavour.
The pads beneath, like marshmallows
All pillowy pink sponge,
And between, a tender cleavage
Into which my tongue is plunged.
Saline and metallic
Is the bouquet of the deep;
Delicate and personal,
Clandestine and discreet.

Amid my deep elation,
Curiosity peeks through.
I cannot help but wonder:
Does my love enjoy this too?
Without a pause or falter,
I uplift my furtive gaze
To find the throes of rapture
Painted deftly on her face.
Meeting me in eye contact
Exhaling in her glee,
She attests to her exhilaration,
Sure in her decree:
“This side of you kept secret
In your self-inflicted shame,
He ravishes and thrills me
And he melts me like a flame.
I can’t abide the man you were
Before this revelation.
Indulge yourself upon me, love.
Fulfil your fascination.”

Euphoric coalescence,
As our pleasures intertwine.
Unequivocal surrender:
I am hers and she is mine.
Swooning in our ecstasy,
Exchanging drunken glares
And melding in our union
We absolve pretentious cares.
The point of no return is crossed;
My shackles are destroyed.
Acquitted of my penitence
And salvaged from the void.
Consecrated wholly,
Stigmas rendered obsolete,
I rise above my demons
From beneath my lover’s feet.