7 Kinky Limericks about Feet

Lately I’ve gotten a serious number of requests for limericks about feet and shoes. I’m really not sure how to explain the surge of interest in this particular realm of kink, but I’m always willing to fulfill a request. Well, almost always. But anyways, I can write a dozen kinky limericks in the same time it takes me to write two or three philosophical limericks, the type that make up the vast majority of this website. And with the 2020 being what it is, don’t we all deserve a bit of distraction right now?

Limericks about feet and shoes can be pretty suggestive, but they’re not nearly as filthy as a lot of limericks I’ve had the displeasure of reading. And apparently, there are quite a few individuals out there with a prurient passion for the lower extremities. And that seems like reason enough for series of limericks.

So maybe you need a limerick to slip into a love note. Or maybe the limericks are enough to get you worked up all on their own. Whatever you’re into, so long as it involves nothing more than one or more consenting adults, is perfectly fine by me.

Limericks about feet and shoes

The following collection consists entirely of original limericks. So if you do plan on sharing or reprinting any of them, please include an attribution to Fred Hornaday and/or the King of Limericks. Thank you kindly.

     Allow me share my new fetish
     Bare feet make my face turn bright reddish
             A stiletto high heel
             Has so much appeal
     But it’s stockings that get me all wettish

     There’s a sister who sent me a treat
     Twice as nice as the sight of her seat
             ‘Cuz my lady friend knows
             Just how fast my heart goes
     Ev’ry time she exposes her feet

     There’s nothing a servant won’t do
     For the mistress controlling and true
             My loss is her gain
             So I pour the champagne
     Which I drink from the sole of her shoe

     I don’t have a problem with hips
     But here’s where my decency slips
             I think of Ambrosia
             And lose all composure
     When tasting her toes on my lips

     My feelings shall not be renounced
     But it’s high time the truth was announced
             It’s not pedophilia
             Just plain podophilia
     My passion for feet is pronounced

     While crouching down low in the dirt
     Nimble Jack caught a mouthful of skirt
             And there on his knees
             He begged to Jill, “Please,
     May I now lick you boots for dessert?”

     There’s a lady I like to make laugh
     As I tickle the curves of her calf
             But where could I put
             Her adorable foot?
     That little size five and a half

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As it happens, there’s something of fine tradition of foot fetishism in the high brow poetry of Charles Baudelaire, Théophile Gautier’s and Charles Swinburne. And you can read all about that in the Oxford Journal of Victorian Culture.