My Foot Fetish… Is It Real?

This article was brought about by one of the responses to a post that I wrote last month, elsewhere.

In this post, a lady wrote about a guy that accosted her at the supermarket, while out shopping with her daughter, complimenting her toes which was painted red. She wrote the following:

At the grocery store, while I was reaching for some frozen shrimp, a middle-aged man, walked right up to me and my daughter and proceeded to tell me how much my red painted toes turned him on. "They give me goose bumps all over my body" were his exact words

Reading those comments made me revisit the deeper recesses of my subconscious to ask where it all began…

My foot fetish began long before Eddie Murphy's character in the film Boomerang dumped the very gorgeous Lela Rochon over the issue of the poor chick having bunions.

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As a child, I remember thinking that a woman's feet was fundamentally different from a man's; The shape of women's shoes, its sizes and colour did engender endless fascination, but it was the look of a woman's toes in them that created the greatest attraction of all.

Why?

That the sublime shades of the world were brought to bear in creating nail polish and that these wonderful colours could bring out the very best in even the most mediocre looking toes was to my young mind incredibly mind blowing.

As puberty sought to re order and reconfigure my mind and taming my primal desires became mission impossible(due to the failed suppression of my libido when I became a church boy), the childhood fascination with beautiful toes never seemed to go away, if anything, my raging hormones began to gravitate towards them in ways that I would only come to appreciate in the years to come.

My choice of female partners, to a large degree was shaped by the look of their toes. An average looking member of the opposite sex had a chance if she had decent looking feet and a great looking one had no chance if her toes looked like Lela Rochon's.---

There have been some extraordinarily gorgeous women to whom I was attracted to, in the animal sense of the word, which fizzled out as soon as I caught a glimpse of the most eroticized part of her body.

Because there's something that is preternaturally sensuous about beautiful feet that I have been squeamish about writing about for so long.

And like thousands of blokes around the world, It wasn't something that I was prepared to admit to on a platform read by millions across the world.

But fuck that.

Not any more.

I love beautifully manicured feet. I have a major foot fetish. And God knows that I love working my tongue around them in the most sensuous ( apologies for being tautological) way.

And something tells me that some women might be turned on by men licking their feet!

Before getting to lick the clitoris, something from which I derive immense pleasure in doing and moving to bite and savour other parts of God's greatest creation, paying attention to the feet is what I do.

Over time I have come to realize that colour really does matter, when it comes to nail polish.

Black nail polish is half sexy, green is somewhat okay, white polish I like the least, yellow and orange are slightly tolerable, but two shades rank above the rest for me.

I find pink and red by far the sexiest and sensuous of colours where female feet are concerned.

But unlike the chap that I wrote about in the second paragraph of this post, the one thing that I would never do nor countenance is approaching a woman that I do not know and telling her that choice of nail polish turns me on.

I seriously think that women are extremely fortunate to have several parts of the body which can be turned on by someone who is attuned to the needs and wants of their partner.

My life experiences have taught me that apart from the areas that I have come to associate with the female libido such as the neck, thighs, vulva, clitoris, ears, nipples and the forehead, there's a great deal of nerves to be aroused by licking a woman's feet properly.

And I don't think you can go wrong paying attention to this level of detail in a committed and consenting sexual relationship.

This is my view.