Discussion My Teacher (1 Viewer)

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My first fetish goes back to my Jr. High teacher named Mrs. Marottek. When I was in 6th grade Mrs. Marottek’s desk was in front of the classroom but in the afternoon she used to sit at a table towards the back of the room grading papers. And from the view I had I could see her legs under the desk very well. At first I wasn’t into shoes but her nylons, I remember how they looked on her feet whenever she wore sandals or open toes pumps.
Throughout the school year I began wondering what it would feel like to rub my hands and lick my tongue across her nylon-feet. I used to have fantasies of crawling under her desk to get a better look at them. Of course I never was brave enough to go through with it because of the embarrassment it might cause with other classmates. I didn’t want to be known as the kid who got caught rubbing and sucking on his teacher’s feet under a table.
I don’t know the exact time my fantasies turned to her shoes but I do remember enjoying how certain black sandals curved around her feet—especially the way they bent as she walked. Shoes didn’t really occur to me until the next year in I was in 7th grade when I got a hold of my older cousin’s shoes. I then realized that it was easier to get at a female’s footwear than it would be to get at their feet and nylons. So my fetish for shoes began. Plus I found that shoes hold in their musky scent a lot better.