Sometimes I just need to step away for a few moments, in spite of the beautiful, wonderful, and radiant energy of all these gorgeous bodies I am so privileged to lust for everyday on IF. Of course, what I hope to see more than anything are pictures of yourselves, real beauty captured of ourselves and forever preserved in the chasms of space and time, sealed in timelessness as our bodies slowly wither, consuming whatever remains of our youthful glow, each day closer to the last, our experiences, our unique narratives of who we were slowly fading and then forever forgotten in history.
Those peering eyes from a generation we will never see and who will never know our names, capturing and pleasuring us in the deepest, darkest recesses of their minds, releasing us from the captivity of the forgotten, then sending us back again in such a dark and lonely world, isolated from an existence that has long departed and moved on, everyday consuming the legacies of those once loved and admired by so many, only the nameless, naked mmanifestatios of their beauty remains, forever imprisoned in one image.
I am sure a handful of you have read my little naughty, dirty, mischievous gifts I left for you, telling you how good it would feel to be touched by those parts of you that have made so many people so feel good and feel so happy, the luckiest of which being those you touched in real life, that glowing, beaming, tranquilizing fuck happy grin as your going away gifts, the sweet scents of your love tickling the senses of your prey and offending those in their presence while you giggle like the naughy boi or girl you are. How dare you invade the fresh air of purity and righteousness they hide themselves in with all of your delicious, sweet scents of lust's delicious perfume, stealing their sense of security and morality, watching their angry and repulsed faces, their manifestations of denial, of self loathing their impurities inspire, of all the sanctimonious fakery that these wonderful breezes are working so hard to expose, matched only by the instinctive and conditioned resistance that they know in their dark hearts, yet yearning a day they will be freed from.
I guess I fit somewhere in the middle of all this. Fed up with the monotonous, monolithic lifestyle of the white picket fence suburbia (one of the greatest lies ever told to so many people), a slice of the American pie with its stale, moldy crust, and filled with the bitterness of abdicated free will and adventures, served on a plate of endless bills, bad news, bad vibes, jaded spouses, and little to give of which inspires gratitude. All the sacrifices made, all of what you have given, reimbursed with a sense of resigning oneself to a lifetime of lost dreams, unfulfilled desires, a body ravaged by overconsumption of subsistence, the brightness of one's face ravaged by unkempt, untrimmed beards, wallowing and wandering aimlessly in lethargic dullness, nowhere to go, no aspirations left to achieve, just a repeat of yesterday, nothing to look forward to tomorrow. The last remaining relic of much happier and hopeful times is the music transmitted by instruments that spin vinyl disks, its mixer the conductor of this electronic orchestra, alone late at night with the only companion who will ever feel the deep spiritual connection it's wonderous beats and its pulsating rythmic ebbs and flows provides.
Enter image fap and escape from the crossroads of silent desperation.
I am taking a little timeout right now from all the drooling and lusting over all the beautiful bodies, all of you beautiful people that I seriously and genuinely wish would touch me. As of late, I find myself glued to this site, to the point of even neglecting my daily responsibilities at times, even my wife. IDK guys, this corona shit must have something to do with all of this but I can't say for sure. It has after all been over 7 months since I have even traveled outside of the rural county I live in. Maybe I am losing my mind or maybe my environment has forced a sudden release of deeply buried fantasies, many of which I have to believe were buried under so many layers of denial, shame, and embarrassment that I must have somehow forgot they even existed.
Making matters worse is the fact that my wife doesn't seem interested in indulging in or trying most of what really turns me into an unhinged maniac, amped up on massive doses of adrenaline and raging with overwhelming lust over her beautiful body and soft glowing feet. Worse yet, are my days always spent working long hours from home or taking care of my 2 year old son, whom I love dearly beyond words. I say "worse" because as perhaps many of you know, these things can destroy your sex lives to the point where you even start losing interest in your partner. Vanilla sex just doesn't cut it for me anymore and I suppose all this exposure to and eventually a deep appreciation for, has lead me down different paths but I am unable to go further than the very start of it.
So why now, why am I even here exploring this site? Well, let me first say that at one time, not even that long ago, the thought of sucking another guy's cock or the thought of a trans gurl pounding me in the ass and making it bleed, even the thought of another man slamming his much bigger and stronger cock than mine, making my wife scream in agonizing euphoria while I watch or while his balls smack and rub my face with his delicious ball sweat while he penetrates my wife with every inch of his beautiful, delicious masculine power, all would have repulsed me and the mere thought of such things would make me sick to my stomach.
This is almost surreal, I mean at one time when I was a lot younger, I hated anyone in the LGBTQ community, I mean I was an absolutely bitter hate monger. Now it seems that this whole time, I was bisexual and I guess I must have really hid that so much that I didn't even think about it anymore, even though I have been a strong supporter of the LGBTQ community for at least 15 years now. Feet on the other hand was never a mystery and I actually know the exact event and how old I was when I discovered my pathetic and absolute weakness for women's feet and even why I go bat shit insane over stinky women's feet, my insanity getting more out of control as a function of how strong they smell. Cock is twitching now as I am telling you guys this. *giggle giggle* 😊Anyway, that is a long story, I will post something on the blog about it in the future, I just really hope people read my posts, it means more to me than you could possibly realize, being completely honest here. This blog is where I show you a more personal aspect of myself. My hope is that I can connect with anyone even if only for chats. Feeling a little lonely I guess. Me and my wife are just too tired moat of the time it seems. But damn, I seriously wish that was not the case. But, at this point I find myself unable to resolve that and I seemed to have resigned myself to the idea that she will never want to try anything I have come to discover within myself. After all, she doesn't like feet, rarely letting that beast out its cage if you know what I mean. Why then would I have any reason to believe thag she would try any of the really nasty, dirty stuff I have come to discover were a part of me all of my life?
That is why I am here. It is forums like this one and other factors, and probably initiated by being bored and cooped up in my home, that have lead me down some exhilarating moments of self discovery. Just a month ago, none of this was happening. I am looking back on my life from time to time and slowly the pieces of the puzzle are coming together and when they do fit, I can make sense or know for sure whether my new lustings are real or just a passing phase. So far, none of what I see fits in as being just a phase, there are events in each event at various points of my life that I discover the "aha!" moments.
That being said, I know for sure that I am bisexual even though I have a virgin ass and only sucked another cock once in my life. Did not enjoy it back then, I was not even close to being comfortable with any aspect of my sexuality when that did happen. Makes sense I suppose, I was only 12 years old, he was 15 but not going to say more about that. Nobody should be interested in the details of such an encounter between people that young anyways. Moving on and that aside, let's just say that whatever lead to me being where I am now, is probably irrelevant. I just know that I am going ballistic thinking about all these new and beautiful ideas now. I desperately want to suck cocks, I desperately want a trans girl to rip and destroy my virgin asshole, I want as many women's feet as possible rubbing all that shine shine scent on my face getting all nice and stinky for several days, I desperately want to watch my wife getting just absolutely fucked so Goddamn hard by bois and girls, I can't stop thinking about all this delicious hot, creamy boi cum making my face soaking wet, all those blissful pussy squirts and all that thick, hot, gooey girl love cum on my face, all of those beatiful feet, all of those gorgeous cocks, all shapes sizes and colors, big and small, all those warm bodies, all of this love I wish I could give big, squishy hugz and sugar coated kisses to. I just wish my wife was on the same page but until that happens, I have to be with people who will do what they please with me. If that means cheating, I will risk that at this point, I need a release, the beast is out of its cage and won't go back in this time.
If you have read this far, then let me give you a big, squeeze hug and a kiss on your beautiful ear. Everything I said here is true, I understand if it doesn't seem that way, but I am just so insanely horny right now I am crawling out of my skin. So with that said, if you see me writing a cute little story about any pics of you on your page, well that's just me admiring your overpowering sexual energy, your beautiful body, your pussy or cock or feet that I wish would make me its slave.
Thank you for reading about me and big hugz and kisses to all you beautiful, horny, naughty, wonderful people. I so love all of you!! ❤❤
It has been sometime since I wrote anything in this blog. I don't know who reads them if anyone. But, I hope at least someone can relate to those things that I have never really told anyone. I guess you can say this is me peaking my head out the closet. Idk.
What I do know is that I am very submissive, I am completely powerless over women's feet, I would love to be deflowered by a transgender woman with a huge cock, and in a very savage way, I would love it if the overpowering scent of women's feet were plastered all over my face so that I can breathe in the goddess scent all the time, never forgetting that I am her foot slave. I would love to see another man with a cock that is so much bigger than mine, pleasuring my wife in unimaginable ways then being allowed to lick and suck up all the cum off her pussy and his beautiful cock. The thought of his ball sweat being rubbed deep into the pores of my skin as he does such wonderful things to her pussy just drives me insane thinking about how good that would make me feel. I would love to feel the pain of my face and my self respect being crushed under the soft, peach colored heels of a perfect goddess.
I want to relive the experience I had with a girlfriend from a long time ago who used to smother me with her big beautiful, soft tits, completely incapacitated by her feminine power and how I almost passed out as I came inside her because it felt so good. I liked her, her name was Shannon and I ha e never been with anyone since who could suck a cock as good as she did. I never lasted more than 2 minutes with her and I doubt most guys can. She really had a special gift for that, she knew how to make you feel good in ways you never thought possible. On top of that, I have never had the experience of smelling feet better than hers did and they were so soft, nice long toes that tasted so sweet and sized 11 to cover my entire face. My thing with her didn't last long enough. She went to college in one state, I went to college over 1000 miles away and that was the end of it. This was 23 years ago and I still think about her and how good she made me feel. I can only imagine all the wonderful things she is doing to the guy she is married to today. If she ever came back, I will always be ready to do our thing again even if I am married. Maybe if I am lucky my wife will suck my cock after I squirt all of my cum, and drain my balls deep inside Shannon's gushing wet pussy like we used to do all the time so she can finally get to taste how good Shannon's pussy is and be her bitch without ever knowing it. Better yet, maybe she will love Shannon's taste so much that the both of them will get together and eventually fall asleep, tight fuck knots in their hair on a bed soaked in sweat and pussy with the strong scent of Shannon's feet all over my wife's face. Maybe one day all three of us will get together, but I don't know if I will survive that or if I would ever be the same again. I just know that there is so much about me that needs to come out. Much of it has never been released. But, I'm at the point now that if the chance occurs, I could never say no but so what, I probably won't last long anyways. It will take a lot of this and a lot of time unless I am past the point of no return and am truly a hopeless addict to submissive sex. But, if that is true, then I suppose that isn't such a bad thing.
So much love to all of you who read this, please stay healthy and safe, you are too beautiful of a human being to leave this world too soon. *Hugz and Kisses*
I have always had a profound weakness for female feet. I like to call them tootsie flowers and I love being a slave to them. It all began in 3rd grade when Erin stepped on my forearm with her bare foot in PE class. The exact moment happened when I brought my forearm to my nose and breathed. I honestly cannot describe what I felt the moment her delicious, beautiful scent entered my nose, then kissed and made love to my senses. That intoxicatingly sweet smell of her vinegary, flower, cake like smell was unlike anything I had known before and I was immediately under her spell and passionately in love with the gift she gave me. I smelled and smelled and smelled my arm again and again and again. Had I been a grown up, I would have started kissing her madly begging her for more. I wanted to be her slave, I wanted to be her bitch, I wanted her to use her feet to make me do anything she wanted to do.
Today is not much different really. My wife knows who is in charge and she knows how good she makes me feel. If I could, I would wear her sweet slave perfume all over my face everyday, all the time. I want her to fuck as many women as possible so I can taste their sweet cum, smell all of that feet, butt, and pussy other girls leave behind on her. I want to lick up all of that pussy cum her friends squirt on her face, then kiss and smell the feet of each girl fucking my wife!
I love to hear the sound of her cum squishing and getting squeezed around her hot wet pussy as I slam my hard cock inside her more and more savagely. With her sweet tootsie flower in my face, I breathe in that beautiful female tootsie perfume making me fuck her even harder. I just felt it. That sensation. But it rises slowly and, with sweat dripping off my face, I slamming my cock so insanely fast and hard in her as she is twisting and writhing in pure ecstasy. She doesn't moan, she never does, her body does the talking ;-) and it is screaming for me to fuck harder Goddamn it! Now that sensation spreads to my legs and slowly moves up my neck. I can feel some of my cum streaming inside her but the best part hasn't happened, the intensity rises more and more. I take another deep breath of her sweet feet and then, it finally happens! My cock is squirting one spurt of my hot sweet cum after another after another as I can feel it filling up inside her. I am in a rage of pure ecstasy that is making every muscle in my body tense up insanely hard. Soon, I can feel my cock completely embraced by my cum still squirting and gushing inside her soft tight wet pussy that squeezes the rest of my cum right out of my cock. I lay on her panting, breathing heavily, she is too as we both lie on our sweaty bodies in a state of relaxing bliss. I whisper in her ear "I love you." But I cannot speak anymore.
I'm on the graveyard shift again. 2 weeks into our rotation and I am exhausted, but unable to sleep. Too many Nuvigil tablets, slamming down too many caffeinated drinks, my heart is palpitating and my piss looks like tea. I can't do this forever, but I must keep going. I need to feed my daughter and provide for my family. They are my life now and I have abdicated my needs for theirs, and will do so until I die. 7 A.M., time to go home, 2 more nights to go.
My manic phase from coming off of those pills has long since faded, luckily my desire for her has not. She's home, not working today. I didn't waste time. I needed her touch, I needed to be enclosed in her gentle reign. I knelt in front of her, throwing my glasses on the floor. I was burning with desire. I wanted her to make me feel good like only she knows how to.
We make it to our room, and I am sucking down her sweet nectar from her tongue, her soft shapely feet caresses my skin. I have surrendered myself to her and she kisses me all over my neck. She knows how much I like that. I'm so turned on by her that I am not even paying much attention to her feet but I can feel them leaving their blissful presence on me. Her kisses leaving glistening rays of ecstasy as I can smell her, taste her.
She is now kneeling above me. I know what is coming and I cringe really hard. I always do this when she smothers my face with her tits. After sucking and slobbering on them for awhile she gets herself ready. I am now sucking on her neck and chest and she pushes them hard on my face. She grabs my cock, I can now feel her hot lips, I move in...slowly. It is alway that first push inside her that I love the most as I can feel her hot, wet pussy sliding all the way down to my balls. A little faster, then I can feel that gush of wetness inside her, it runs down my balls. Now she is fucking me really hard, that smack smack smack smack sound of flesh slamming into each other. I can't breathe in her neck but I don't care, I'm getting hotter and our sweat is rubbing between us. I felt it, that moment when I know I will be cumming inside her. It is much slower this time but it is building and building and building. I'm not there yet but it is already so strong much more than usual. It is still getting stronger but now the cum starts to flow and I can feel my hot cum starting to fill her.
I still can't hardly breath, but I squeeze her in closer to me, sucking up more of her smell and tasting her sweat. The cum is flowing but it is still getting stronger, then...an explosion of pure intense overpowering bliss. My cum is squirting inside her again and again and again and again until it slowly subsides. We are both panting, tired, but we start kissing again, much more softly now. We them lay in each others arms. I can feel the softness of her feet pleasuring my legs, the taste of her lips gently touching mine. I am sucking down her exhales slower and slower. I don't know how much longer we laid there but I didn't care. I was immersed in her, I was lost in her and I didn't want to go back. I felt healed but also in a perpetual state of bliss. But I guess we could only lay there for so long and it was time to leave our own enclave. I hated going back, but we always have to in the end.
"I'm going to get cleaned up." She kisses me a little more "I love you" before going to the bathroom. I drift off to sleep, something I desperately needed. Her healing went beyond the time we spent together. I know she'll be there, and I will return.
But less than 2 weeks ago, I finally discovered her! She was my true goddess! She still is my goddess today, even though he passage of time and the paths we have chosen for ourselves have separated us forever. But still, it was that one day in 3rd grade PE class that would become one of the most important days in my life. Our sexual identities are as unique as our personalities and this is how it started.
We were assigned groups to hold the ropes attached the ceiling still so that the climber would swing wildly. Each were taking their turn, I wouldn't go. It was Erin's turn. I didn't like this girl, we didn't get along for some reason. But she began her climb by stepping on my forearm to get leverage. She had no shoes or socks on, so my reaction would be like any other third grade boy. She was one of the last to go up and when we broke away from our groups, I lifted the arm she stepped on to my nose. And then.....
I don't know how long I was standing there, dazed in a intense feeling I will never be able to describe. I don't know why, but I just wanted to sniff again. Then again...and again...and again....and again....and with slow but deep inhales, until it faded away. What did she do to me?! Why am I feeling like this?! Slowly, a gentle reign enclosed me and I realized how much I loved the smell of her feet. I wanted to smell more! It has never stopped since then and never will. I will always be a slave to women's feet, ready to serve my mistress.
As I sit here relishing at all the wonderful gifts each one of us is displaying proudly, I want to share a little something something about my perpetual and absolutely impassioned desire to worship female feet. I am thinking now of bathing myself in the sweetness of the slave perfume radiating from her shining glistening toes that gets so deep in the pores of my skin, that I carry the essence of her feminine power over me for several hours. I am reminded once again who wears the pants between us. She is at work now, I am left here awaiting my fate.
I love being her foot slave and all the other gorgeous ladies I used to be with before I chose her to be the one. But when did all this begin and how? I always wanted to know, it was the final piece I needed to understand where I came from. I could go on without it, but I couldn't live without it. So who or what made me realize my gift?
I had never given it much thought before. It was just routine. I had always been on antidepressants since high school, that was the way it had been and always will be. Why change it right? Lol, maybe a somewhat emotionless mind and loss of that youthful jive so filled with thoughts of fucking other women, had faded forever and that was just what happened when people get older. I didn't think much of it at the time when I just, for some reason didn't feel like picking up my refill. 2 weeks after stopping, that would change...
After the bizarre manic crazed psycho I had turned into for about three days, what is left is someone who is much more assertive, much more confident, and much more horny. It has been around a month now, but this person I am now hasn't changed. Thankfully his maniac crazed mind has leveled down, but I am still so horny, so filled with desires of people doing beautiful things to my body. I have had a foot fetish since third grade, I am 38 years young now. But my fantasies have taken on new, convoluted, and unimaginable dimensions.
Over a month ago, I wouldn't have dared posted pics of myself, let alone openly telling people about how small my cock is, at least compared with the baseball bats I have seen here ;-) Telling anyone about anything of my deepest fantasies would never have happened.
It's too late to go back. I don't want to anyway. What I thought was helping me became the pill that imprisoned me. I love my new freedom.
I had contemplated, for a few years actually, whether or not to post pics of myself and hopefully my wife real soon. But I finally did it! The best part about seeing myself for the first time being uploaded into a site with so much delicious sexual energy wasn't so much what people would think. It was the fact that I didn't care anymore. I loved the thought of people pleasuring themselves over my small cock that I love so much all over the world. Sure, there were those who didn't and would have said whatever they felt they had to if they could get away with it. But I had already reached the rubicon, there wasn't any chance of going back. But this time something was different. I wasn't mortified or panicking, I didn't mock or shame what was me and what I liked. But an intense sense of sexual freedom encapsulated me and I felt it growing stronger. I cringed like I always did when something or someone turns me on. But these were really really nice.
I felt all the shame, embarassment, and pain from my childhood finally being lifted from my shoulders. Even if there are plenty of those who do not understand most of us, they may choose to live in their self-imprisonment. Even if this is the devil's playground I never want to go back! I love my cock, I love tasting my wife's beautiful, soft, and wet pussy with it or when she turns me into her slave by her sweet scent of femininity that paralyzes my will to resist. I love making myself cum really hard looking at pictures of many of you who share of your beautiful gifts with us. There's so much I have to say but I think it's time for me to go out and play.
I have never done anything like this before namely, posting images of meyself and hopefully my wife soon. We are very shy, but I am getting so turned on by the thought of other people looking at me, and especially my wife, that I want to show us. I love her body, but she knows she can make me do anything she wants me to do if she let's me enjoy her feet.
I can't wait for everyone to see us and I will be so turned on by the thought of someone else making love to her, especially another beautiful lady. She is bisexual, I am straight but I want her to be with other girls too. I cannot wait to see what new pleasures we will cum to enjoy. Much luv to u all <3
