a look at this great letter from Adam, who shares his experiences from
his very first Footnight foot party in South Florida.
This is what
footnight is all about and we sincerely appreciate the time and effort
Adam put in to reliving his experiences for all to see.. especially
those of you who are still on the fence about coming to FootNight
My First FootNight Experience
recently had the extreme good fortune of experiencing something I have
dreamt of my entire life. It was an amazing night; surpassing even my
most lurid fantasies, but there is one big problem…I cannot tell any of
my friends about it!!!
explain by first revealing that I am an admirer of female feet. I am
actually a raving fanatical fiend for the fine form of the female foot.
But I have maintained this fetish a complete secret my entire life.
Always afraid to show my passion for fear of suffering the taunts of
being a freak. I have enjoyed very minimal foot contact and play with
the occasional girlfriend, but none of them ever seemed to enjoy it the
way I did, so I quickly moved on to other areas, suppressing my
with the prominence of an overwhelming array fetishes and far out
things on the Internet, I have learned that I am not alone. Still, as
I’ve never heard any friend mention a similar interest I continued to
harbor my secret taste for toes.
to reveal what I recently experienced: I worked up the courage to visit
a Fetish Club for what they called a Foot Night Party. I wasn’t sure
what to expect and nearly backed out, but I kept telling myself that I
should at least have a look even if I don’t participate. Three days
before the event I began experiencing difficulty sleeping. The
anticipation was building and my nerves were all aflutter. I even
emailed the event organizer, peppering him with questions and asking to
confirm all sorts of details large and small.
evening of the party I received a call from the job and was told about
an early meeting the next morning. I almost used that as an excuse to
chicken out and not attend. Something inside urged me to give it a
chance. I decided I could invest at least an hour to see what it was
I drank two bottles of
water during the half hour drive to the place as my mouth was so dry
from nervousness. I arrived to find several cars in the lot, but no
people in sight. I sat in the car for a couple minutes before summoning
the strength to walk through the front door and made a beeline for the
restroom to relieve myself of all that water. After that I walked
through the entire club, just looking around. It was not crowed which
made me feel so much more comfortable. I saw a few couples tucked into
dark corners. I glanced briefly out of curiosity, before nervously
averting my eyes. I wandered back through the club, probably looking
wide-eyed and lost. That’s certainly how I felt.
A tall, slender, very lovely blonde lady made eye contact and said “hi.”
I greeted her back. She asked if I was okay and I whispered “It’s my first time.”
smiled sweetly, introduced herself as Kim, took my hand and talked to
me for a few minutes before guiding me to a more secluded corner and
asking “What is it you like?”
“I like feet” I answered in another whisper “I really like female feet, but I’ve never told anyone before now.”
“Do you like my feet?”
“Oh yes. They are gorgeous.”
She smiled and thanked me for the compliment.
Then I asked “May I see them closer?”
She responded “Of course. Do you want a session?”
slid two chairs together and sat facing each other. She removed her
shoes and lifted her feet for me to see. I stared at them. They looked
so soft and smooth. I reached out to touch them. I caressed them, top
and bottom. Kim’s size sevens really were as smooth as they’d looked.
Instinctively I lifted them higher and pressed my face into her soles.
I inhaled strongly, taking in the delicious aroma of her sweet soles. I
kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked for what seemed like two minutes,
but she told me it had actually been ten. My nervousness was now mixed
with excitement. I thanked Kim and she joked about having popped my
cherry then told me to go enjoy myself. I felt invigorated and had
every intention of following her advice.
wandered around for a couple minutes and spotted a young lady sitting
alone. I approached and made conversation. I wanted to confirm that she
was here for the Foot Night Party as well. She was a cute, young
Colombian lady with pale skin and cute five and a half sized feet. I
have been wracking my brain to recall her name, but all I can come up
with is that I think it started with a ‘T’. She allowed me to lift her
feet up to view them better. I asked if I could remove her shoes and
she said yes. I removed her shoes, one at a time, massaging each foot
briefly in the process. I couldn’t wait any longer so I bent over to
kiss them. They were cute, petite feet with bright red nails. Her short
toes were so perfectly smooth; they hardly showed any creases at the
joints as if her toes would be unable to bend. I asked her to wiggle
them for me and she did. I pulled them close and let her wiggling toes
brush my face, then I pulled them to my mouth and extended my tongue to
give her a dance floor for those little piggies. She smiled and giggled
as I devoured her delicious feet, kissing her arches, sliding my tongue
across her soles from heel to toes, then passing my tongue repeatedly
between those sweet little toesies. Again, ten minutes felt like two. I
was beginning to wonder how I was losing all that time, but figured it
was simply because I was having so much fun. This young lady told me
she wanted to introduce me to a friend of hers who she knew I would
like. We walked through the club, but didn’t find her. Unperturbed, she
carried me to another friend. She introduced me to Jackie who was
dancing alongside another girl on the dance floor. Jackie flashed a
friendly smile and came over to talk with me. She seemed tall, but she
was in heels. The rest of her body fell perfectly into place as well.
Her size six feet were perfectly manicured and incredibly soft. I
really couldn’t believe how soft they were, even more so than some
younger girls. She told me it was all due to extensive care: frequent
manicures and lots of lotion. I don’t know what type lotion she uses,
but it was certainly dong the job. I licked them up and down, moving up
to her ankle, then across her heel and back to those succulent soles. I
began to nibble the sides of her feet with my teeth.
“Are you biting me?” she inquired with a little laugh.
“Yes” I moaned, “I want to chew off your foot and take it home with me.”
“Can’t do that” she instructed, “I need to go home with both of them.”
continued licking and lapping like a frenzied puppy with a new squeaky
toy until she told me the time was up. I thanked her and told her I was
just going to sit for a minute. My heart was racing, my head was
spinning and I now had the flavor of three gorgeous foot models on my
eager tongue. I knew I had waited way too long to realize this lifelong
I had moved from being a
female foot admirer to now being an experienced female foot lover. I
was invigorated. I felt like a new man; or maybe even something more
than human. I sensed a confirmed change in myself, like a predator that
has had its first taste of human flesh: I was blinded to everything
else except thinking how I could get more. I was on a foot feeding
I felt different now. My
nervousness was nearly gone and had been replaced by excitement. I
walked around the club and began a conversation with a couple other
patrons. We actually discussed what we had come here for and how we’d
been fortunate enough to find exactly what we’d wanted. This one fellow
couldn’t stop talking about being trampled. He urged me to try it.
While being stepped or stomped on weren’t in my range of fantasies I
thought that maybe I should consider it as this night had already
taught me so much. My new friend went into more detail about the
importance of selecting the right girl to perform the trampling,
suggesting specifically that you start out with the lightest weight
possible. He further expressed how critical it was to ensure the rhythm
of your breathing was just right to prevent worse pain and bruising. I
could see his enthusiasm and appreciated his candor, but I told him I
might save that for the next party.
moved, with my new confidence, towards the front of the club. I bumped
into the Colombian girl whose name I cannot recall. She greeted me with
a big smile and asked “Did you enjoy Jackie?”
“I sure did” I confirmed.
she promptly introduced me to yet another friend of hers. Mandy was a
very tall, slender young lady of Cuban-Puerto Rican mix. It was
definitely a great blend of flavors. This twenty year old was also at
her very first foot night party. We talked for a while, and then I
suggested we have a seat on the sofa.
“What size are your feet?” I asked.
“Size nine” Mandy answered.
“How tall are you?”
“Five foot nine” she smiled “before the heels.”
“Wow. You sure present them well. May I take off your shoes?”
“Of course you can” she said as she playfully pulled her foot back as if she’d changed her mind.
slipped off her shoes and placed them on the floor, then gently
caressed her feet before bringing them directly up to press against my
face. Mandy had the longest toes I experienced that night, but there
was further delight. Her feet possessed a pungent, natural foot smell
that had not been masked by the cleaning solution; or maybe the flavor
was ingrained in the leather of her pump. However it was achieved,
Mandy stood out among the girls with such an offering. I loved seeing
the beautiful smile on her face as I lapped my tongue all across her
feet and twisted it around each and every toe; sucking them deeply,
both individually and all together to best savor her genuine taste.
After such a fulfilling snack I just sat back on the sofa and relaxed
for a while.
Life was good.
Beautiful feet were abundant and I was in heaven. I stopped by the bar
and had a beer alongside my trample addicted friend. He was rubbing his
chest and stomach and expressing how sore he was from having just
endured yet another session underneath the tortuous ecstasy of multiple
feet. We talked for a few more minutes over the beers until I spotted a
divine Latina who I’d been admiring from afar all night. I excused
myself from the conversation and approached my target.
brown skinned angel had the curves of a Central American mountain road
and a devilish smile that could scare away many a man. I felt the power
of her gaze when our eyes met, but I didn’t look away. I didn’t sense
the fear I’d have surely felt yesterday. Today I was a prowling foot
monster and my mouth watered as I focused on my next tasty meal. She
introduced herself as Alexa and I conspicuously scanned her body,
running my eyes from her long, dark hair down to her perfectly
manicured toes. We clasped hands and adjourned to a secluded area with
a large sofa.
“I’ve been watching you all night” I admitted to her.
“Of course you have” she responded with confidence; then tossed back a challenge: “So now what are you going to do?”
could tell we were beyond words so I reached for her precious size four
feet without asking. I brought them up to meet my lips and kissed every
bit of skin I could reach through the straps of her super high heels. I
them removed the shoes and went to town on every other piece of skin.
“Wow” she said “I’ve finally found a real foot guy.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“All the other guys I’ve met just want to smell my feet or rub my toes, but you are actually trying to eat them.”
“And I will eat them” I promised Alexa.
I worked on everything from the tips of her toes onward, when I reached her ankle she seemed surprised.
“The ankle too?”
“Oh yeah. With an ankle that cute and an Achilles that well defined I have to taste them too.” I explained.
laughed a little then became more playful. She teased me by wiggling
her toes then surprised me by pulling back and slapping me in the face
with her sole. The shock showed on my face and her devilish smile
She pushed her feet in
my face more aggressively and I pushed back as well; flicking my tongue
and grabbing the meaty sides of her feet tightly in my teeth until the
exotic session was done. I needed to catch my breath after the
encounter with Alexa.
Alexa had broken me a little because someone else came along and made
the decision that I shouldn’t rest yet. A new girl grabbed hold of me
and promised to rock my world. Sonia was confident, witty and
controlling. I was feeling a little cocky at this point in the night so
I mischievously pushed her down onto the sofa. She laughed briefly then
jumped at the apparent challenge. She was very frisky and presented a
gorgeous pair of well cared for feet. Before I knew it Sonia had me
splayed out on my back in submission. She stood above me, straddling my
prone body, with one foot after the other crushing my face and forcing
her toes deep into my mouth. I gasped for air between her attacks, but
I did not try to push her away. I felt my body quivering
uncontrollably; my legs thrashed around involuntarily and an erection
pushed hard in an attempt to escape from my jeans. When Sonia stopped I
moaned “Don’t stop!” as I dug into my pocket for another twenty dollar
bill. She gave me more of the same, this time adding her taunts “You’re
a bad boy!”
To which I responded with an unintelligible moan as her delicious toes filled my mouth.
cannot imagine my night having been any better unless it just hadn’t
ended. It seemed almost perfectly choreographed as I steadily
progressed from the quieter ladies to the more aggressive women who
broke me out of the shell of shyness and release my inhibitions. I had
planned to leave the party after only a couple hours since I had the
early meeting in the morning, but I wound up staying until the place
closed. I was simply caught up in the incredible atmosphere of this
I made it to work the next
day, but I have no idea what that meeting was about. My head was filled
with images of dancing feet. One of my coworkers even made the comment
“You look different today. It’s like you are almost glowing.”
tried to give him an uninterested look and said plainly “I don’t know
what you’re talking about.” But in the privacy of my brain I was
repeatedly reliving the fantasies I realized the night before and
desperately calculating how long I might have to wait for the next
South Florida Foot Night Party.