MidReal Story

Forbidden Desires

Scenario: I have a foot fetish and threaten other girls to lick their feet every day.
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I have a foot fetish and threaten other girls to lick their feet every day.
I have a secret.
I have a foot fetish.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had to suppress the urge to sniff and lick women’s feet.
I’m not proud of it, but I can’t help it.
My first memory of this shameful fetish is from when I was eight years old.
My parents hired a sixteen-year-old girl to babysit me for the day, and we were playing hide and seek in the house.
I found her hiding spot too quickly, and before I knew what I was doing, I dropped to the floor, grabbed her feet, and tried to pull her socks off with my teeth.
She was so grossed out that she left me alone in the house until my parents got home.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become better at hiding my urges, but there are times when I can’t resist.
I’ve been caught sniffing my cousin’s shoes on more than one occasion, and I don’t know what to do to stop myself.
I go to a high school just outside of Nashville, Tennessee, and I’m constantly surrounded by girls in flip flops and open-toed shoes.
It’s so hard not to stare at their feet all day long.
I don’t have many friends at school.
Actually, that’s not true—I don’t have any friends at school.
I’m pretty shy, which makes it hard for me to talk to other girls. All they do is gossip about me behind my back anyway.
There’s one girl in particular who’s been giving me weird looks lately.
Her name is Sophia Rodriguez, and she’s one of the pretty girls at school.
She has long brown hair, brown eyes, and a killer body.
She’s Latina and has both a mom and dad who are still happily married—she’s one of those girls who has everything going for her.
She’s nice too, which makes it even harder for me to understand why she’s been acting so strange around me lately.
We have one class together and sit on opposite sides of the room from each other.
I saw her looking in my direction as I closed my locker, and when our eyes locked, she quickly looked away.
It was weird, and it made me wonder if she knows about my secret fetish.
If that’s the case, god only knows what she’s going to do with that information.
I don’t know why I let myself get all excited when she looked at me.
I know that a girl like her would never be interested in a loser like me.
I’ve had a crush on her since middle school, but that doesn’t mean anything.
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As soon as the final bell rang, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and hurried out of the classroom as quickly as possible.
My heart was pounding as I rushed through the crowded halls.
Sophia was still on my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was watching me in the hallway or following close behind.
The thought of her asking for my number or inviting me to hang out after school was like something out of a dream.
I’m not even sure what we would talk about, but it would be nice just to have someone to hang out with outside of school.
As soon as I walked out the front doors of the school, I felt a hand grip my shoulder and pull me to the side.
“Emily,” Sophia said from behind me.
My heart was racing, and I could barely catch my breath.
Everything was happening just like in my fantasy—she wanted to spend time with me and get to know the real me.
“What do you want?”
I said with a nervous smile on my face.
Sophia wrinkled her nose and took a step back as she inhaled deeply through her nose.
“What is that smell?”
“I’m not sure,” I said, sniffing the air.
“It smells like it’s coming from inside.”
Sophia looked at me with disgust.
“Is it you, Emily?”
she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Did you fart in class?”
The smile on my face slowly faded as I tried to figure out where that horrible smell was coming from.
It was a mix of body odor, fish, and something else, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Sophia waited for me to say something, but when I didn’t respond, she sighed and started walking away.
“Whatever,” she said with a shrug.
“You’re weird, Emily.”
I followed behind her, trying to figure out where the smell was coming from.
“It smells like it’s coming from across the street,” I said, pointing to a trash can on the sidewalk.
“I think someone threw their lunch away, and it’s rotting in the sun.”
Sophia stopped and turned toward me with her hands on her hips.
“Are you sure it’s not coming from you?”
I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead as my mind raced for an explanation.
“No,” I said quickly.
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I didn’t think I farted, but I don’t know.
“Maybe it is in my locker.” I said with a smile.
“It’s probably some old lunch that I forgot to throw away.”
Sophia rolled her eyes and walked back to the entrance of our classroom.
She opened the door and looked at me.
“I don’t think this is funny, Emily.”
“Do you know how bad you smell?”
I shrugged and tried to avoid eye contact.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
“I don’t know what it is.”
Sophia wrinkled her nose and looked at me with disgust.
“I think it’s your feet.”
I shook my head.
“My feet don’t smell like that.” I said, looking down.
I could feel my face getting hot, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
I could see that Sophia was growing impatient with me.
“The smell is coming from inside, Emily.” She said, pointing to my locker.
She took a step toward it and pulled on the handle, but I quickly jumped in front of her and blocked her path.
“No, no, no!”
I shouted as I pushed her away from my locker.
“It won’t open anyway,” I lied.
“I think it’s jammed or something.”
Sophia looked at me suspiciously and crossed her arms over her chest.
“That’s funny,” she said sarcastically.
“Because I saw you open it this morning, and I saw you close it just now.”
My eyes widened as I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind.
I could feel myself starting to panic, and I knew that I had to think fast before Sophia opened my locker and found out what was inside of it.
“Look, just let me clean the classroom.” I said, trying to change the subject.
“I’m sure that’ll get rid of the smell.”
Sophia shook her head and pulled her phone out of her bag.
“So you can throw away all your shoes?”
she asked as she unlocked it and handed it to me.
“If you’re going to clean, then I’m going to clean too.”
I took her phone from her hands and wiped a tear from my cheek as she grabbed a mop from the closet and started sweeping the floor.
I followed behind her and tried not to let the smell get to me, but it was hard.
I could still smell that horrible stench coming from my shoes in the locker, and I didn’t know how much longer I could keep it secret from Sophia.
I watched as she cleaned the floor and wondered why she was so determined to catch me in a lie.
She was right; I did open and close my locker this morning, but that smell wasn’t there before I left school yesterday.
How could it have gotten so bad in just a few hours?
I tried not to think about it and did my best to avoid looking at my locker as I emptied Sophia’s trash can into a larger trash bag and tied it up.
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After I finished cleaning up the classroom, I walked outside with Sophia and assured her that I would take care of whatever was making that smell in our lockers.
Sophia smiled and thanked me for helping her clean up, but when we got outside, she realized that her shoes were missing from where she left them by the door.
She looked around for them but couldn’t find them anywhere, so I offered to help her look for them inside of our lockers.
She agreed and walked with me toward our lockers as I struggled not to panic about what might happen if we found out what was causing that smell in there.
After a few minutes of searching, we finally found Sophia’s shoes in my locker, right where I left them this morning before class started.
I could feel my heart start to race as Sophia opened my locker and gasped when she saw them sitting on the shelf inside of it.
“Those are my shoes!”
Sophia said angrily as she pointed at them.
“What are they doing in your locker?”
I shook my head and laughed nervously as I tried to think of what to say to her but couldn’t come up with anything that sounded convincing enough for me not to get caught.
“Your shoes weren’t in here,” I said angrily as I looked around for something to blame.
“Someone must have put them in here when you weren’t looking.”
Sophia looked at me like I was crazy and laughed.
“I don’t think so, Emily.” She said as she picked up one of the shoes and examined it.
“They even have that same scuff mark on the top.”
I looked down at the shoe and tried not to panic when I saw what she was talking about.
One of the shoes had a small scuff mark on the top near the toe, and it was definitely enough to tell that it was hers.
I could feel myself starting to sweat as Sophia looked at it closely and ran her finger over it.
“That’s weird,” she said, looking up at me.
“This was never there before.”
I nodded quickly and tried to come up with an explanation for it, but nothing came to mind.
It must have happened overnight or something,” I said, hoping that she would believe me.
“It’s just a coincidence.”
Sophia smiled at me and put the shoe down.
“That’s funny,” she said as she reached into my locker and picked up the other one.
“I don’t think so.”
I could feel myself starting to panic as she held them both in front of me and compared them side by side.
You must have mixed them up with someone else’s.” She said angrily as she balled them up into a ball in her hands.
“What else do you have in here?”
She asked as she opened up my locker and started looking around inside it.
I shook my head quickly and tried to stop her from going any further, but it was too late.
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I can explain,” I said as I watched her look through all of my shoes and then start moving on to some of my other stuff as well.
“There’s nothing to explain,” she said, looking back at me with a scowl on her face.
“You stole my shoes and then lied about it.”
I shook my head, doing whatever I could to try and change her mind.
“There are a lot of shoes that look like that,” I said, pointing to the pair that was still balled up in her hand.
“Maybe you’re just mistaken.”
She let out a loud laugh and tossed me the balled up shoes, which I caught absentmindedly.
“I’m not mistaken,” she said, looking down at her feet as I held on to her shoes.
“These are mine, and now they smell like they’ve been in a sewer for a year.”
I looked down at her feet as well and gasped as I realized that she was right.
Her bare feet were absolutely filthy, and some of the dirt from them had already rubbed off on the shoes that I was holding in my hands.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said as I tossed them onto my bed and then rushed over to her side.
I can clean them off for you.”
Sophia stepped away from me as I reached for her feet, and I could see that she was mad.
Her face had turned red, and she had a scowl on her face that made it look like she was ready to kill me.
“What is wrong with you?”
She asked angrily as she balled up her fists.
“Do you have a screw loose or something?”
My eyes went wide when I saw how mad she was, and I couldn’t help but take a step back.
“I’m sorry,” I said meekly.
“I thought it would be okay.”
I knew that it was a lie, but I didn’t have any other choice.
If she knew about my fetish, then she would probably never talk to me again.
“You thought what would be okay?”
Sophia asked as she came over to me.
“You thought it would be okay to steal my shoes and then sniff them while they’re still on your feet?”
I swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind.
Sophia let out a loud laugh and shook her head in disbelief.
“You’re disgusting,” she said as she looked down at my feet and then back into my eyes.
“You are seriously messed up in the head, you know that?”
I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes as I listened to Sophia yell at me, but I knew that I couldn’t cry.
If I did, then she would probably never stop laughing at me.
“I’m going to tell everyone,” she said as she turned around and started heading for the door.
“I’m going to tell everyone how you steal their shoes and then sniff them while they’re still on your feet!”
My heart started pounding as I realized that she was right, and I knew that I needed to do something to stop her from leaving.
But before I could even take a step forward, I heard someone coming down the hallway, so I quickly ducked behind my bed and waited for them to pass by.
“Hey, is anyone there?”
Sophia called out nervously as she stood in front of my bed with her hands on her hips.
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