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As you can tell from the previous posts, I'm a sole man. However, I want you to focus on the toes of .mvmi_. They are just perfection, and her soles are too, but I just thought that her toes needed their roses today. She has had to change her ID due to the phuckery of this app, but she'll always be a queen, Queen Lucy to me.

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This Flash Back Friday post is Rose from toewigglers.com. She's always been a favorite of mine from this site. This photo was taken when she first appeared on the site. Her body has taken quite the transformation since this photo. She's a bodybuilder now. Her arms and legs are massive, and she still has those beautiful feet. On another Flash Back Friday, I'll post one of her flexing and posing her muscles while showing off her new pedicure.

Model: Rose (toewigglers.com)

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Jacques beamed with pride. He immediately picked up his phone and called Katy. "Come down to the lab. We've made a breakthrough."

As Katy approached the sealed bunker door to the lab, armed guards opened it for her. She didn't have to use her ID card. As Katy made her way through a corridor to the back, researchers and scientists looked up, shocked as she made her way past them.

Katy reached an all-white door then looked into a sensor as it scanned her eyes. A vacuum-sealed, thick and heavy door cracked ajar. Katy opened it wide enough for her to enter, then walked in.

Jacques was giddy but approached Katy with restraint. "We dreamed about this day since University. And now, after fifteen years of research and failure. Your day has come," Jacques said.

"Show me," Katy replied with a measured smile.

Jacques looks around the room then places a large dictionary inside of a transparent enclosure. He holds a device the size of a key fob in his hand and points it at the dictionary. He looks over at Katy and nods his head. She nods back. Jacques pushes a button on the device, and a blue beam of light hits the dictionary. The longer he holds the beam on the dictionary, the smaller it gets. He removes the dictionary, now the size of a matchbook.

Katy beams with excitement, then orders everyone out of the room. Jacques and Katy wait until the other scientists leave, then embrace.

"Katy, you know what we've done? All of the applications this can be used for: science, business, the military. Your company will be worth billions!" Jacques says excitedly.

"Can I hold the hold the remote?" Katy asks.

"Of course," Jacques says as he gives it to her. He walks to a table and organizes a bunch of papers.

"Now that I have the formula, I can begin working on the reversal process."

"Oh, can I have the formula?" Katy asks.

Jacques hands her a thumb drive, "Absolutely."

As Jacques returns to gathering his notes, Katy points the remote at Jacques, shrinking him to the height of a pencil.

Jacques asks, "Mais pourquoi mon amour?"

Katy sits then slides her feet from her pumps, and says, "Après un an ou deux à travailler avec vous tous les jours, ce n'était plus une question d'argent ou de reconnaissance. Ne vois-tu pas Jacques, après toutes ces années, j'ai enfin trouvé le moyen de te faire complètement mienne."

Katy holds her feet, soles up and says, "Ils ont votre parfum préféré après le travail. Viens maintenant adorer ta déesse!"

Jacques worships Katy's feet. In his reduced size, the scent of Katy's feet intoxicates him. He can still withstand the potency of the aroma while he kisses Katy's soles. Katy holds her head back, relishing in the sensation and moment. Katy then points the remote at Jacques again and holds the beam on him until he shrinks to mere inches.

Katy grabs him with her toes then drops him in her shoe. Then quickly slides her foot into the shoe. She stands and while looking at her shoe, says, "N'aie pas peur mon amour, ce fut mon couronnement et te posséder pour toujours, ma récompense."

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Thank you, Ava! I love this pic of Ava Devine showing those meaty soles of hers. I let many of my p**n star favorites know of my profound foot fe**sh. To date, all have been very positive about it. They also know that many people have foot fe**shes, and it's a popular request for them to show their feet more in movies, live videos, and photoshoots.

Back in the day, p**n stars wore their shoes in their scenes. For foot fe**shists like myself, it was one of the most frustrating aspects of the medium. I mean, who wears shoes in the bed, on freshly laundered white sheets?

Foot fe**shism, now recognized in the p**n industry as a viable demo, has begun to grow out of a fringe subculture. Actresses are now seen barefoot in mainstream p**n in intimate scenes. While being one of the most common fe**shes, it's a surprise that it has taken this long to be showcased on the screen.

Who is your favorite p**n star whose feet you would like to see? If I have a photo of them, I'll send you their pic.

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Foot Queen creator with the fresh pedicure.
Posts the pics, and haters get insecure.
She understands the fe**sh; that's why her nail color is reddish.
But the bird app, the book, and the gram forever stay hellish.

They knock her down, but to us, she's perfect.
The platforms don't see it; they want to change the subject.
Her subs refuse to comply, and we get her numbers back up.
But The haters return report, politic, kiss babies, and stump.

A woman's body is beautiful, every inch to be appreciated.
And for the part we love, you'd instead want us to be humiliated.
It's clean and pure, with ten toes, two arches, and two soles.
I find it funny how some can be naked dancing on poles.
They seem to never get hit with any censorship controls.

Another queen's page just got deleted.
However, we will not let her feel alone or defeated.
With all the energy, you show that you hate her.
She'll start all over again with new fire; she's a curator.
Never underestimate the willpower of Foot Queen Creator.

Goddess Nikki can now be found on Twitter: nikkifeetx.

Model: Goddess Nikki (Formerly on IG)

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I have been a major fan of this beautiful lady for a long time. I first stumbled across her from when she used to post YouTube videos back in 2015. I've watched her platform grow from just YouTube to Instagram, then to both OF and Twitter. And she added another account on Instagram and OF (myway_soles).

When I first started following Ayoka, she boasted about having very aromatic (stinky) feet. Especially after working out, however, she didn't sell socks or worn items. So you know your boy was disappointed. However, over the years, she's hinted that she may make requests that are worth her while. So I was like YES! I may finally get my hands on a pair of socks. She did say a few months ago that her feet are not as strong smelling as they used to be. While disappointing, my curiosity is still peaked. Watch this space!

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I've always had the urge to worship the feet of a nurse fresh off of her shift. Still in her scrubs and exhausted. The aroma of her long shift of making rounds, walking around all of those hospital floors, cramped up and confined, waiting to be released as I gently slip off her shoes. Me breathing it all in as it immediately fills the room must be sensational!

After a couple of whiffs and a few soft kisses, let's start with a long foot massage. I rub out the kinks, knots, and stress of the day. And as relaxation slowly begins to trickle in, that's when my magic tongue begins. I start by sucking on that arch then work my way down to the heel. After a gentle nibble there, I slowly run my tongue up the middle of her foot to the toes. I'll tongue floss in between each one, cleaning and clearing all the bits caught in the nook and crannies. Now it's time to give the other foot the same love. As you drift away to sleep, I know my work is complete.

Nurses do the Lord's work every day. They give of themselves unselfishly to people they've never met before. They deserve to be taken care of too.
Shout out to all the nurses out there, especially Jenny!

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The Simp That Made The Dean's List.

I had a rough start to the semester. It was an adjustment coming from a small-town high school to a division one major university program. I unexpectedly beat out the returning starting quarterback and became the starter. I was horrible at time management, and my grades slipped dramatically.

About three weeks in, I went to my head coach and told him about my grades. He assigned me a tutor and arranged for the university's most famous player and a pro football hall of Famer to be my life coach. I had a great support system, and within weeks, my grades started to climb. Everything was aligning perfectly. Our team was the regular-season conference champs and headed to the conference playoffs.

ESPN and other sports networks were on campus all week long. My stomach was in knots. Every time I left one building to get to my next class, a microphone was in my face. As I left my statistics class, the dean stopped me in the hallway to make matters worse.

"Mr. Willams. It would be best if you stopped by my office this afternoon. An urgent matter has come to my attention and has to be dealt with expeditiously," she said.

"This afternoon? I have practice. Can we meet first thing in the morning, Dean Hawkins?" I asked.

"Excellent, it's settled then. I'll see you in my office this afternoon," Dean Hawkins answered.

Later that afternoon, I walked into Dean Hawkins' office. She motions for me to have a seat.

"Mr. Williams, the reason I called you into my office is because of your NCAA eligibility."

"Oh? The eligibility office never notified me of any violation this season."

"Keyword in that statement is yet, Mr. Williams."

"Is this a paperwork issue?"

"No, you had a 2.01 GPA after the third week in the semester. Making you ineligible to practice, play, or participate in any activities with your team."

"Oh, yes, I was a little overwhelmed at the start, but now I have a 3.6 GPA if reports were to come out today."

"Well, someone dropped the ball. I must notify the AD immediately."

"Oh, OK. But now that my GPA is on the eligible side of things, I'm good to go now, right?"

"Absolutely not, Mr. Williams. The NCAA will no doubt come down hard on the university for not enforcing this code. It would be best if you did not play another game, and the NCAA will more than likely forfeit the games you played. Which will make the team ineligible to play in the playoff game this Saturday."

I just sat there devastated. I let the entire team, student body, and university down.

"Yes, Dean Hawkins, I understand. I guess it's best to let the coach and team know immediately."

Dean Hawkins stops me as I start to leave.

"I hate athletes, especially the ones who feel entitled. They get an education because they can play a game."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I sat and waited about this violation on purpose."

"Dean Hawkins, now that isn't fair..."

She put her finger up to silence me. Then her demeanor completely changed. "I especially love busting the balls of said athletes. However, you are different. You seem like a humble young man. So, I'm willing to let things slide."

Dean Hawkins leans back in her chair and puts her feet up on her desk. Crossing them at the ankles. "Please sit back down, Mr. Williams."

I go back to the chair in front of her desk. She looks at me then takes her glasses off. "I just had an opening on my roster come available. I believe you will be perfect for it."

"Roster?"

Dean Hawkins pops the flat on her foot, then slowly removes the shoe from her hand. Her foot was inches from my face, and the scent of corn chips and vinegar filled the air. I'm trying to keep my composure, as the aroma was intoxicating, but Dean Hawkins had the meatiest soles with an unbelievable high arch. She wiggled her red toes that popped against her deep brown skin.

"Oh. You, by chance, aren't a footboy, are you?" She asked.

"What, I don't know-," I tried to utter, but she curled her toes back and put the ball of her foot on my lips. Then slowly gripped my nose with her toes.

"As you can smell, my feet are dirty. They could use a mid-afternoon cleaning. They've been confined inside these flats since I put them on this morning."

"You have any soap and water?" I asked.

"I sure don't. But I do have your lips and tongue, don't I?" Dean Hawkins replied.

"And the NCAA thing disappears?" I asked to confirm.

"Well, we'll see," Dean Hawkins said as she ran her big toe around the perimeter of my lips.

Dean Hawkins' hunch was correct my love for the feet of women. I grabbed her foot and immediately shoved all five toes in my mouth. It surprised her because she gasped as soon as I went to work. I ran my tongue in between her toes, clearing all the debris and toe jam she had accumulated that day.

She held her head back and clutched her breasts. "My Mr. Williams, I must say, I was not expecting this kind of behavior from you. You just went all in."

"I'm still all in too, and I haven't gotten to your other foot yet."

I took off her other shoe, and the aroma immediately filled my nose. I put both of her feet to my nose and enjoyed the bouquet. "Oh my, you even love how they smell too," She said, shocked.

"Your feet are amazing," I said as I sucked on her big toe. "Oh, let me tongue floss your toes on this foot too." I worked my tongue in every crevis between every toe, and Dean Hawkins lost it. She released a moan but caught herself and placed both hands over her mouth. Her legs began to quiver.

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Taking it back to the days of the old BHE sites, WUs Feetlinks, Standard Def was king, and HD was cutting edge. Who remembers Lexi's Foot Fe**sh website?

Lexi had one of the be points in the game. She had 7.5 sized feet, a high arch with exceptionally wide and meaty soles to match. Oh, how the wrinkles popped when she did it too. I loved her New England (Rhode Island) accent and truly understood the fe**sh. She didn't do any hardcore stuff, and I don't believe she took part in any sessions outside of making a couple of guest appearances at foot parties. I would have loved to have purchased a pair of her socks. She'd complain in videos about how her feet would smell, but who knows if they did or not.

Numerous models posted sets on the site, many of whom were Lexi's personal friends. One of those friends was Monique, who, like Lexi, had a killer toe point of her own. I believe Monique was a size 10, and though not as wide, had a high arch that rivaled Lexis'. Monique had them wrinkles popping too. Monique has a twin sister, Lindsey, who would also post on the site from time to time. Both would have websites of their own (SweetS*xySoles.com and MoniquesS*xySoles.com) at one point, but the websites didn't last as long as Lexi's.

Model: Monique and Lexi from Lexisfootfe**sh.com

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Your hard work and dedication in this community can sometimes go unnoticed. Know that many appreciate you and all of the time you put into your content. From across the pond, in my little corner of the world, it brightens my day to see a post from you on IG or Twitter. Don't stop, or let the bastards get you down. I hope to see your bright smile in your next post.

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I love the shape of Pammy's feet and the cute faces she makes in her posts. Her toes are flawless, and I dig her style. She can make those meaty soles wrinkle up something nice, too, when she does toe points. She does customs, but I don't know if she sells worn socks. I'd love to know what kind of stench those beautiful peds of hers can make.

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She was refined and experienced. I was not. She instructed me on how she wanted her toes sucked, feet worshiped, and I became her best student. I remember the scent of learning, the touch of fulfillment, and the taste of my education.
-Buddy Sox

Model: Sophia from feetoverforty.com

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For my Female Bodybuilder lovers!

Through the blood, the sweat, the tears, and the pain. Push through it all and get all the gains. This strong woman, believe it or not, has the prettiest toes and softest soles. I love it when she flexes and poses, so thicc, so curvy, and oh so swole.

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Behind the freckles, the glasses, and the girl next door charm is an apex domme. Giggles and toe wiggles, and you think, oh, she's not that tough. Next thing you know, you're on your knees tongue cleaning her feet in handcuffs.

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Nothing made her happy than her post-workout foot worship session. She did five rounds of sparring at the local boxing gym without wearing socks. Peaches jogged home from the gym in the hot July sun.

When she arrived at her house, she immediately pulled a bottled water from the fridge. She walked down to her basement and removed a table cloth that draped over a dog crate. Inside the create was her sub, in chastity, eagerly awaiting her directions. Peaches slipped out of her shoes and toyed with her willful prisoner. She placed her sweat-soaked foot against the cage then gently ran it along the outside of the create. The room immediately filled with the scent of sour cheese and vinegar.

Peaches kneeled to unlock the create, then sat on her knees with her feet underneath her. She turned to her sub and said, "Clean them and make sure you get in between my toes this time!"

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Shout out to all of our vets! She stands 6'2", with a pair of size 11s that served in the Marines. Imagine reporting to for boot camp and hearing, "My feet have been in these boots all day, on your knees, Jarhead, and get them spotless! Yes, Ma'am! Sign me up!

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"Back at the crossing, right before I saw the smoke from your cabin, I removed my socks and placed them in that bag. They should be ripe and fresh."

Rux then sat by the fire. As I grabbed the bag, the pressure of my clutch caused the sweat that soaked her socks to ooze out along the sides of the pack. I opened it and took a whiff. A piercing sting when up my nose instantly I coughed, the vapors emitting from the bag made my eyes tear, similar to the effect of ammonia. After constant wear, some socks lose the wearer's natural scent, turning into an ammonia-like aroma. However, they didn't smell like ammonia. It was more of a harsh cheesy odor like Limburger. But the dominant scent was that of fermenting butter popcorn—my favorite scent for feet. Instantly, I came, and I wasn't even hard.

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Today's model is MonaLisa. MonaLisa has some of the highest arches I've ever seen. The side view of her foot coming out of pumps or high heels are where you see just how high her arch can curve. She may have modeled on other sites, but I've only seen her exclusively on feetfair.com. By the way, I'm happy to say it appears to be back online after years in hiatus.

MonaLisa always caught my eye because her class and cougar Donna Mills/Joan Van Ark vibe came through her photos. She also picked the red hues that popped perfectly against her complexion. Oh and, her toe point is nothing short of amazing!

Model: MonaLisa from feetfair.com⁠
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with Svetlana! The on IG is having a fresh cup in her kitchen. She didn't think I would post this, shiiiid. I'm enjoying my fresh cup reading her email and coffee photos she sent. This photographer is sexy from her feet up! Check her out on her various platforms. It's humpday, let's go do the damn thing!

Her feet are firmly planted in two different lands. She speaks the tongue of distant sands. Her beauty captured by the camera shows she's no enemy. The light of Russia shines within even though she's in Germany. I hope she understands and knows, people in all countries love to see her toes.⁠ ⁠

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"She's an NYC girl at a New York minute pace with S*x in the city taste. Her beauty is immense. Hair of gold, eyes so blue, so cold, with a smile so warm and intense. Her feet are flawless, soles soft, each toe marvelous. The simplest of things she does are divine to me. She's NYC Goddess Dee." -⁠
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