My Foot Fetish
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Really there needs to be a bit of psychiatric jargon for healthily atypical sexuality.
My last couple of entries was an attempt to write a note about my foot fetish. I decided to let my digressive prefatory matter stand as entries on their own.
I don’t know if there’d always been an incipient foot fancier lurking within me or it was just Alex who created the appetite. For now I strike it up as an example of my sexuality adapting of it’s own accord.
Though I’d known Alex for some years I had no idea how strongly she eroticizes her feet. Once we started chatting online that became clear. So clear I was feeling a connection with her feet before we ever met.
I’ve kissed feet and toes before but with no more special passion than other areas of a lover’s body.
I’ve kissed Alex’s often, licked them, yes, even between the toes. Rub my cheeks across and fondle them. She enjoys this so much I become almost drunk with responsive delight.
Massaging her feet is almost dumbfounding (but wondrous).
Whether the pressure is heavy or gentle her ecstatic writhing is like a series of multiple orgasms. I always run out of strength before she’s satiated.
I’m happy to have this special fetish that gives her so much pleasure.