The Life, and Experiencing My First Sexual Foot Fetish Encounter
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Posted:Oct 22, 2018 4:42 am
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Hormones keep growing at an alarming rate at the age of thirteen, masturbation becomes a loyal hobby. Days and hours of using dial-up internet, just to find the next thing to get your young senses going and the blood rush leaving your brain. Whether it was Playboy, Porn-stars and favorite Celebrities a young mans dream was to see their beautiful bodies. Determined to see just one glimpse of skin uncovered that wasn't ever uncovered before.
One night I remember it being late. Parents were up late, and school was the next morning. I found myself not being able to take out my photos, computer or watch videos I recorded to VHS from Cine-Max or HBO. I wanted to take the chance! I need to masturbate! But...I can't! I just know it, I'll get caught! One of the bigger fears as a young man was getting caught. It was the worse in my mind. Can't get caught! But today if I get caught, I say "what's up," and just continue on my journey.
In a panic of not using my favorite eye candy, not being able to close my eyes to visualize a sexual encounter just in case "they" came in. I found myself lying on my back. A small lamp light turned on, and my body facing the opposite direction of the bed. Bed covers, covering most of my body. I ease in slowly and stop to check for noises and observe the outside of my room's surroundings by ear. After a few times of going and checking, I become more anticipated, and I go faster. As I go faster, I prop up my feet from out of the covers and lay them on top of my headboard. As I keep pumping and anticipating my orgasm soon, I find myself looking at my feet. My toes start to point as the potential orgasm gets greater. As I am about to "cum," I found myself staring at the wrinkles of my soles and my toes pointing inward to show my arch.
The after-effect of that experience I started to notice women's feet. Spring and Summers I loved being able to see woman in heels, flip-flops, and woman wearing shoes with no socks on. Observing peoples favorite toe rings and what toe nail polish colors they used the most. I was pretty much introduced to a whole new sexual identity and what made me attracted to a person's body. Just discovering what I liked took years to understand and to accept. I was scared that I wasn't normal. How? How, do I explain this fetish to someone I love or like? It was scary for me for many years.
The first time, I ever told a woman. At this point in my life at 25, I had never told anyone except for a best friend or parent. One day a new co-worker came in, and I immediately was attracted to her from the start. As days, weeks, and months go by, I was instructed to deliver something to her apartment. She comes to the door, and I wearing sunglasses, couldn't help but look at her toes. They were painted a darker blue, and she had this gold toe ring that sparkled like a holiday. First time seeing her outside of her work clothes and shoes, I knew she was the perfect one for me, and I was already liking her as it was for a while. As time progressed and I got used to talking to her, I found myself saying to her that I have a foot fetish. Mind you, I had a few beers in my system, but she didn't seem bothered by it. Yet, she didn't ask or want me to expand what this fetish entailed to me. To her it was shoes, toe nail color, and that was it. She had no idea, but eventually....
"What does your foot fetish entail? What do I do to make you happy?" She asked, after a couple of days of dating and intimate sex. At first I couldn't answer, I just had a huge smile on my face. Relieved, that I can finally tell the whole extent of my foot fetish. As I finish what she already knew and what she didn't know I was caught by surprise by her reaction. She turns on the light, and takes out some nail polish from her book bag and asks me what color I would like to see her in. I chose the same darker colored blue.
As for my first time sexual foot fetish experience. I laid on my back as she put her feet on my chest so I could see her soles. Made me relax and not be nervous. Then she would slowly show off her sexy wrinkles, and beautifully painted toes pointed towards me. As she stroked me slowly, I get closer to her feet. The smell, the wrinkles, and dark blue painted toes gave me the best experience of my life I'll never forget. Though this partner is gone, I wont hesitate to tell my story, nor should you to anyone else. That time was the first time I finally felt....ALIVE! I'll feel it again, soon!...
- Douglas
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