Real Life - My first foot fetish encounter
Foreward:
This is just kind of me talking about the ins and outs of my foot fetish. These are just my personal preferences. You may find it interesting. It may put some arousing images in your head (and I hope it does). Again, these are just opinions and preferences and I'm not knocking anyone else's by any stretch of the imagination. No opinion is more "right" than another. Whatever floats your boat is just as worthy of respect.
1. I like the feet of females only. Men's feet gross me out. I like feet of women who are white or Latina, or Indian, Native American, Hawaiian, Middle Eastern, and sometimes Asian (depends on the rest of her). I like foot fetish hentai or other visual art (comics, old oil paintings, cartoons). I like MILF feet, my idea of what a MILF means anyway, which can vary greatly among many people. Not really into women with grey or white hair with super saggy tits and all that. Unfortunately, I'm not sexually attracted to many black women at all, their feet included. Nothing against them as people obviously, but you can't force what does or doesn't arouse you sexually.
2. I love every part of the foot, from the heel, to the sole (soft or wrinkly equally arousing in their own right, to the toes. I enjoy shorter toes, love the plump little chubby ones. I love the area between the toes unless they are overly webbed. I believe my favorite parts of the foot are the insteps and the arches. I love high arches.
3. Toenail polish I can take or leave. My favorite two colors of toe polish are black and red. Otherwise, I find painted toes to be no more arousing than unpainted toes. Foot tattoos are OK by me, as long as they are not too large or distracting from the beautiful form of the foot.
4. I love to give a great foot massage. It is so arousing to me. I love when the girl's feet are fresh out of any kind of foot ware so that they are warm and hopefully a little damp. The blood really starts pumping to my cock when I scratch the sole of her foot, releasing a little bit of that musky or vinegary smell. I love both styles of foot aroma.
5. I love paying attention to a girl's feet after she has been working out. The sweatier and smellier, the better. I love when a girl has used the same socks for multiple days.
6. I have fantasies involving worshiping the feet of a girl who's feet are fresh out of converse all stars or big boots, and she has not been wearing socks. Stink central. I love how that warm odor breaks in my face like a wave on the shore.
7. I love licking the length of a girl's foot. I love the sweet, sour, salty taste of her toes and the spaces between them. Again, this is best when her feet are sweaty and smelly, fresh out of shoes/boots/socks/pantyhose. I have had dreams in which I am sucking a girl's toes and the taste is so vivid and delicious. Those are my favorite dreams.
8. If there must be the presence of pantyhose or socks, I prefer socks, but pantyhose can be sexy too as they are stripped off, or if they are warm and damp and smelly, fresh out of a sexy pair of heels. I don't care for very long socks (i.e., knee socks. I love regular white socks (ankle socks, above ankle crew socks -- especially the Hane's brand ones that are grey on the toes and heels). With white socks you can see the sweaty oily imprints of her feet. I'm not crazy about plush or colored socks. I do like the short, frilly, school girl socks. Some of them are so sheer that they are almost see through. I enjoy soccer socks, and in this case any color can be arousing. Once again, it's always best if they are fresh out of the cleats, sweaty and smelly right after an all day soccer tournament.
9. I don't enjoy dirty feet or socks. I like them to glisten with sweat but be otherwise clean-looking. I like the socks to look damp, and possibly some natural oily sweaty imprints.
10. As you can probably tell by now, I'm big on the smell. When I go to sneak a sniff of a girl's shoe/boot/sock/stocking/whatever, I'm disappointed when they smell virtually unworn. Just seems like a waste of a great and rare opportunity. When I find one that smells a bit, I usually steal it from her hamper. Same goes for panties :). Whenever I'm at the house of a friend of mine who I think is cute, I always check the bathroom for a hamper. Then I can spend an ample amount of time exploring her dirty socks and underwear for a trophy to take home and masturbate with. When I was in middle school, I used to have a fantasy of going into the girl's locking room invisibly after PE. I could watch the cuties take off their sneakers and socks and I could go around smelling their feet and shoes and socks.
11. I love a good footjob, but only when the girl knows how to give one properly. For me, it's not enough to simply be jerked off up and down with a pair of feet instead of a hand. The same goes for hand jobs. With those, it has to be sensually slow, up and down but with a semicircular motion and gentle squeezes at the top and middle of my cock. Foot jobs are a little trickier, I like when the girl grips my shaft with her toes, which are hopefully warm and sticky with sweat. Then my cock is positioned between her toes and her insteps. Then a nice slow up and down motion, her little toes wiggling her and there throughout. I also enjoy rubbing the underside of my cock along her arch while the toes on her other foot press my dick against the arch. I also enjoy rubbing my cock up and down the sole of her foot while I lick the sole and suck the toes of the other foot, sniffing between her toes. I love having my balls gently teased or ticked with a set of toes.
13. Toenail length: I like regularly long toenails, but I also enjoy those that are a bit longer. I like it when I can sniff and lick under her toenails. Long toenails also be pleasurable when used to tickle my balls. I just don't like being scratched hard with them.
14. Some people enjoy lots of body hair on their women. Some people like it only on certain parts of the body. For me, there has to be hair on the head (bald women a turn off). I quite fancy a nice bush on her pussy, and find lesser amounts of pubic hair or a shaven pussy equally arousing. I can even tolerate some armpit hair. I actually enjoy the smell of a beautiful woman's underarm (pheromones are quite powerful to me). Although, in honesty, I do prefer shaved underarms. What I can't tolerate is hair on the legs, feet, or toes. When I was a teenager I had a friends with the sweetest, plumpest, juiciest feet, but when I went in for a closer look she had these hairs on her toes. I went limper than an over boiled noodle. I no longer wanted to play with her feet. Nipple hair is of course a turn off. I don't mind very much the presence of a small amount of hair around the anus. I will still rim the hell out of a girl with a bit of anal hair, as long as it is a sensible amount. As long as it doesn't tickle my nose when I'm down there sniffing her anus. Also, I don't want to come away with hair on my tongue after tongue-punching that little fart box for ten minutes. Anyway, I digress, back to feet!
15. Some girls enjoy playing with a man's feet as well. Some enjoy toe sucking, sole licking, sniffing, and sticking a man's foot in her pussy. I like when a girl rubs my feet, and I may be able to tolerate some oral attention paid to them. It might feel great (but as of yet I lack such an experience). I don't think that "foot fisting" would be my cup of tea though. I don't know how I would feel about a woman putting her big toe in my anus, but have at times enjoyed when they would stick a finger up there or tickle it a little with a feather or something. Some women think any feet at all are generally and absolutely disgusting. When I meet a girl like this, it is disappointing. I want a girl who enjoys having her feet adored.
16. I am into foot worship, foot domination, etc. However, I don't so much enjoy the act as one that is supposed to be torturous for me. I want it to be enjoyed equally among the partners. I am not aroused by the idea of having to lick the bottom of a woman's shoe, but somewhat enjoy the idea of licking up the side of a leather boot before unzipping/unbuttoning/untying it to reveal the sweaty, smelly treat inside (hopefully already bare -- bare feet fresh out of boots = heaven). I also prefer to forgo the name calling, put downs, insults, etc. that are found in many foot worship videos. Some people enjoy that stuff and that's cool, but I personally prefer it to be positively charged, sexy, and sensual all the way through. I like the girl telling me what to do to her feet, asking me about the tastes, the smell, etc. I like when I lick up the length of a girls' foot or suck her toes or lick between them, and she lets out a moan or a sigh or arousal. I like when she has an aroused and pleasured attitude rather than one of punishment, humor, or disgust.
17. Feet are best when they're soft and smooth. That having been said, I do not at all mind paying special attention to the parts of a woman's foot that may be dry or cracking. Those parts just need more love. A wart, a bunion, or a corn might steer me away from that particular pair of feet, at least until the abnormality is dealt with. At least, I probably wouldn't use my mouth on them but would probably still rub them cause I'm a sweet guy and still want to make my woman comfortable.
18. I love the way white socks look against a rich brown skin tone. I love a big titted wide hipped MILF in Hane's crew socks masturbating.
19: Size: Size of foot isn't really THAT important. I'm not too picky about that. There are times when I'm aroused by idea of worshiping the feet of an Amazonian goddess. To me, that's just more delicious foot to bathe with my tongue and more foot fragrance to enjoy. Obviously I'm not yearning to worship any foot that is twice the size of my face or anything. I don't know, I guess it's on an individual basis as far as size goes, but I'll bet 99.9% of the women I think are cute have foot sizes that are perfectly acceptable.
20: Smell: I thought I'd end with one of my favorites. Some feet smell sour, some feet smell like vinegar, some smell like cheese, some are musky with a hint of corn chip. I love them all. Each woman has her own unique scent with makes exploring a new pair of feet with all of your senses a wonderful and exciting adventure. Which do you prefer? I think the smellier, the better (again, it's pheromones, very powerful chemical aphrodisiacs. Some people barely notice their effect consciously, but some of us do, and to me, a woman's smell introduced to my brain has the ability to make me feel high in a very sexy way). When I look at foot pictures and watch foot videos, I like to be able to really imagine that her feet are nice and stinky. For this reason I don't like videos in which they wash their feet or apply fragrant oils or lotions to them, as in my mind, that would ruin one of my favorite things about the experience.
Afterword:
Well that about wraps up my own unique style of foot fetish. We all have our own preferences and peculiarities which make sex such an interesting topic to discuss in an environment such as this, wherein it feels safe and relatively anonymous. I think I'll do more posts like these, the next one may be 20 things I like/dislike about anus/anal, maybe it will be on MILF preferences or foreplay preferences. When that happens, feel free to leave comments about your own preferences, whether they are similar to mine or not. I'm interested in how many forms our sexuality can take. In the meantime, feel free to talk to me about YOUR foot fetish, should you be so fortunate as to have one. I thought I'd leave you with a real life anecdote. This was my first experience exploring a girl's feet. Even to this day I think back with fondness on this moment and.... fapfapfapfap!
One Summer Day (Real Life)
This particular summer was one of the best I can remember. A long and busy suburban road that separated my neighborhood with that of many of my friends had been closed down for repairs. This meant we could manage to ride our bikes across this part of town to see each other as we pleased. When the road was open, this would have been far too dangerous as it is a narrow, winding, and busy road lined with many trees and much vegetation, making visibility around corners a thing of concern, especially at night. To get between these neighborhoods would usually require a ride from a parent since we were at this time to young to drive. This road being closed meant very special things to us that summer. It was one hot Texas day in July of 2004. My being out of school and my parents both working full time professional jobs all the way downtown meant there was plenty of time to have friends over and screw around for hours. On this particular day, my best friend Sarah came over to hang out and play video games. At the time I was 15 and she was 14. I had a crush on this girl, and as it would later turn out (too late though, I'm afraid, as I was already dating someone new by the time), the feelings were mutual. But for the moment I was smitten with her long chestnut brown hair pulled back in a ponytail big brown eyes, very slightly chubby little cheeks, her cute nose with a slight upturn and the stubby quality of a button. Her breasts had really begun to earn notice, especially in the tightly fitting t-shirts she wore. Her legs were exemplars of teen fitness. They were long, and looked strong, but not muscular. She wore a pair of jeans that day that really clung to her lower body, especially her cute little butt. Over the last year I began to notice that her butt had started to go from "cute" to "hot" and from little" to "juicy". She always caught me admiring her body and at times would say something, but she was never mad. Usually she was flattered and just laughed and maybe punched my arm, something of a tomboy as she was. So it was around 3:00 in the afternoon that Sarah rode her bike from her neighborhood to mine by way of the much and long coveted road. It must have been a five mile ride in the sweltering heat of central Texas in mid July. When she arrived at my house we went straight up to my room to play video games. After a few rounds of losing to me at Street Fighter Alpha 3 on PlayStation, Sarah became playfully enraged and tackled me. We rolled around on the ground, each attempting to pin the other there first. Of course, wrestling with her was one of my favorite pastimes, always carrying with it the possibility of a boob graze or "accidental" butt grab. Somehow we moved our shenanigans onto my bed. There we were, just two attractive teenagers, rolling around on my bed, laughing to tears and breathlessness as we wrestled. Finally we were out of breath, just laughing in each other's arms. Through my own giggles I managed to say "Aw look, you got your dirty shoes all over my sheets!" "Oops!" She giggled, and sat up to remove them. Of course I sat up too in order to get a good view of the show. She casually untied her black converse high tops and slid them out one by one. It was then that it was revealed that she had not been wearing socks. She rode five miles through the hot and humid Texas afternoon in high tops without socks on. This must have been why I was immediately hit with a gust of her hot and sweaty foot aroma. For a moment I sat silently on the bed, admiring what (even to this day) I believed to be one of the sexiest pairs of feet I had ever seen. They were shapely, with high arches. They just the slightest bit pudgy, making me want to just sink my teeth right into them. Her plump little toes were the perfect length and had a quality I can still only describe with the word "juicy". As the light washed over them, causing them to glisten with sweat, they took on a quality of complexion that I could only describe as creamy. I could feel my mouth start to drool as I noticed her toes had been painted black, but the paint was wearing off, giving the effect that she was a little dirty under the toenails. Perhaps this wasn't the first day she had worn those shoes without socks. The thought of her going day upon humid day in those same shoes with no socks on got the blood pumping away from my brain and into my adolescent cock. "Hey there, stinky!" I said jokingly. She smirked for a moment, then spun around on the bed, laughing as she pushed one of her feet right under my nose and ordered me to "Smell!" As stated before, the blood was now leaving my brain along with my inhibitions. Without thinking, I grabbed Sarah's ankle and pressed my nose into her row of plump little toes and inhaled deeply. She gripped my nose with those toes and continued to laugh. "Ew! Aren't they stinky? Do they smell woooonderful?" she jested. But they did smell wonderful. The sweetest stink known to men with a fetish for feet. Noticing that I might embarrass myself if I lingered too long there, and might not be able to play it off as part of some joke later, I pulled away slightly and made a disgusted face, when in reality I had never been more turned on in my young life. Blushing, in a half kidding kind of way I blurted out "Hey, I have a foot fetish. Don't tempt me!" We laughed and she said "Oh yeah? You're nasty! You like stinky feet in your face!" Laughing still she pushed her foot back in my face and playfully mocked me. "Mmmm stinky feet in your face! So yummy!" This time I grabbed her foot and smelled it again at the instep. It was heavenly. Like a mixture of vinegar, corn chips, and oddly enough, honey. Things got kind of quiet as I took another long whiff of her sweaty foot. I did not pull away this time, but neither did she. I'm not sure if she was curious, shocked, amused, or even possibly aroused. She kept her foot there and wiggled her toes on top of my nose. As I moved my nose between two of her toes, I think she began to realize that I wasn't kidding. The room was suddenly very quiet, but still she let me continue. "Are you good at foot massages?" she asked. "I think so," I said weakly, my will being torn down as I became more and more hypnotized by her musky, sour aroma. "Good," she said "My feet are so hot and tired from riding my bike all the way to your house. I think that since I came allll the way here, I deserve a nice foot massage." I sent up a silent prayer of gratitude to my creator. I began to rub her feet gently at the sole, circling my thumbs at the sides. I used my fingernails to scratch and tickle her foot lightly, which made her giggle before lying back on the bed in relaxation. "Does it feel good?" I asked. "Mmm yes," she replied "It feels great. You're a natural!" I smiled. While I massaged her foot, keeping it close to my face so I could continue to breathe in her delicious fragrance, Sarah moved her other foot onto my lap. As she did, her arch brushed past the crotch of my pants. She sat up to her elbows, looking suspiciously at my groin. "Wow, you really do have a foot fetish!" She laughed. "You're all hard from touching my feet!" She laughed again. I thought the jig was up and that she would think I was some kind of freak. However, much to my relief, she laid her self back again, amazingly unbothered by my obvious erection. She left her foot in my lap as I massaged the other. As I spread her toes with my fingers, the desire to suck on them grew within me. I longed to kiss her foot once and just see what she would do. Either it would freak her out and I would be unable to touch her feet anymore, or maybe, just maybe, she would enjoy it enough to let me continue. Sarah closed her eyes and let out a relaxed little moan. She then pulled her foot out of my hands and replaced it with the other "Now do this one." She said, almost sleepily. As I took her second foot in my hands and began rubbing it, she lowered her other foot down onto my lap, again brushing past my erection, and this time it was obviously intentional. I made a sexually aroused yet frustrated "Rmph" sound as she did this. My cock was as erect as it could be, and was quite uncomfortable being confined in my tight jeans. I yearned to release it in all of its majesty. Finally, having assessed that she was enjoying what I was doing, enough so to encourage me with another "accidental" brush against my penis, I knew it was now or never, I was going to taste Sarah's hot sweaty feet. I pulled her foot up to my face and touched my nose to her toes again, drawing in a deep sniff. Quickly, I placed a tiny kiss to her instep. I looked to her for a reaction. She continued to lie, with her eyes closed, her breathing slowing down to a very relaxed state. I kissed her instep again, this time letting my lips linger there for half a second longer. "Mmm.." was the sound of satisfaction escaping her now. She began to squirm in place ever so slightly. "My God," I thought, "Is this turning her on?" I was hoping that it was. It was time for the ultimate test, I had to suck on one of her toes to really know the truth. I gulped deeply before moving my lips above her big toe. Slowly I lowered my lips, starting in a kissing position, but then lowering over her toe in its entirety. Sarah let out a mild shudder and squirmed a little more, gasping quietly. Still she didn't pull away. With her toe in my mouth I began circling my tongue around it. "Ooh.." she whimpered lightly and bit her bottom lip. "If you want to, you can suck on my toes." She said. Another prayer of gratitude to my creator. I wasted no time. I moved from toe to sweaty toe, sucking and licking each one individually. Getting more brave by the second, I began sucking on two or three of her juicy little toes at once, then licking in between them. The flavor was unlike anything I could have imagined. It was a salty, sour, tangy sensation, and it seemed to increase their smell. It was absolutely delicious. As I tended to the present foot, I began to feel her rubbing the other against my prick, now with intention and regularity. After I had sufficiently cleaned the sweat from her toes, I began licking her foot from heel to toe and back down again. When I looked up I was shocked to see her hand down the front of her pants and she was playing with herself. I took her foot from my mouth and grabbed the other, it still needing its own loving tongue bath. I let her lower the foot I had just cleaned back onto my crotch, which she continued to rub. This time I did not hesitate. I drug my tongue from her heel to her sweet creamy toes and began sucking them, and licking in between them, muffled sounds of pleasure leaving my full mouth. With my other hand I held her other foot against my erection, grinding my hips against it, so longing to feel my naked cock against her bare foot. She began to grab at the waistline of my pants with her toes, just above where the button and zipper are. She began tugging, as if attempting to undo them with just one nimble foot. Ultimately, she succeeded, much to my surprise. I squirmed until my cock was free, poking through the hole in my boxer shorts. Finally, my bare cock was rubbing against the instep of her naked foot. As I sniffed, licked, and sucked on her delicious foot, she would rub her instep up and down the length of my shaft, occasionally gripping at its head with her toes. When she released her grip is when I could feel the stickiness of her toes, which only added to my excitement. "Oh my God," I thought again "I can't believe I'm fucking Sarah's foot. I'm gonna lose it!" Eventually I was rubbing my cock up and down the length of her soft, warm, sweaty foot as I continued to lick every bit of sweat off of her other foot. Being only 15, it wasn't long of course before I blew spurts and bursts of my sticky white spunk up the length of her arch, dripping on her instep along the way, and spraying her toes, which she wiggled, squishing my cum between her toes. Now completely spent, I lied beside her and took her in my arms. We made out a little and she allowed me to slide my hand down the front of her panties and massage her little shaved pussy. We kissed until my hand finally brought her to climax. I remember being turned on again as her warm cum oozed over my fingers and hand. "I have a condom," I said, "Do you want to..." "No," she said "I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe next time." Unfortunately there was no next time for us. I soon found another girlfriend right before she was breaking up with her current one to pursue me. We remain friends to this day, but never speak of that event to anyone, not even each other.
