What’s a pussyfree activity that’s better than sex?

For me, it’s sitting on the couch and peeling off my GF’s socks after a long day of work. The heavenly scent wafting up towards me as I knead and massage her feet.

It’s like a slow drawn out game. I’m not allowed to kiss them. Not even sniff them. Just being allowed to even touch them is its own reward, at first at least.

Feeling her free heel occasionally dig into my crotch, throbbing and dripping with excitement. Her knowing just being in the presence of her feet is enough to send me to the edge.

Neither of us knowing if I’ll be given the honor of being allowed to worship them, sniff them, taste them.

When, and if, I'm given permission, burying my nose in between her sweaty toes. Feeling her feet delicately glide up and down my sensitive aching cock. Knowing I’m powerless at her feet, for her feet. Knowing she has full control over me.

She loves to see how much she can make leak for her feet. How badly I can ache for her touch. Graciously lapping up every drop of salty, shameful, precum that dares sully her perfect feet.

I can’t remember the last time she allowed me to orgasm while worshipping her feet. But that’s the point. It’s not about my pleasure. It’s about hers. My pleasure comes from being allowed to pleasure her. It’s a gentle reminder of who’s in charge.

I’m not just below fucking her pussy. I’m below fucking her feet as well. And I look forward to it every single night.