I don't know if I speak for everyone with a foot fetish as strong as mine, but having one has, on numerous ocassions, presented itself as a major hangup in my social circles. I don't know if it's because none of my friends are what I would call "adventurous" in their sex lives or if it's just a personal thing, but finding someone to satisfy my curiosities and ideas has been a difficult task since I've become sexually active. Funny thing to me is that my fetish is almost solely (no pun intended) about pleasing the other person - worshipping a very select part of their body! Why wouldn't anyone want that?

I've been trying to grasp it for quite some time and I still can't come up with any one conclusive answer. But, I didn't write this so that I could bitch endlessly about how unsatisfied I am by so many of the people that I've shared experiences with. I wrote this to share one truly blissful experience that occured just this week with an almost total stranger. I'll "change" the names a bit so as not to alarm the other person involved, should they ever read this and put two and two together.

I've been at college for a few months now, desperately seeking some direction in my life and career in the hopes that if I make the right contacts while I'm here, I won't have wasted my time. Upon returning to college, I had to leave behind a loved one who I have intentions to marry when I return home. The distance has put definite strains on the relationship to be sure, but I think we're stronger than our circumstances. Time will tell.

One of the truly beautiful things about this person is their appreciation for my little obsession - the female foot! Since seeing footage of a pre-teen girl jumping on a trampoline, barefoot, with the camera under the trampoline, getting every inch of her repeated landings, when I was nine years old, I knew what did it for me, even though I had no understanding of sex at all at the time. I found it very difficult to communicate this to anyone that I dated throughout high school. I came very close once, attempting to initiate a general tongue bath of one of my lovers only to find that she was far too ticklish for me to even get that far down her body. Ah well.

So one night, my current lover and I were having one of our all-out marathons when the freak in both of us surfaced with incredible passion. While I had her legs lifted above me during sex, I could not resist the scent her precious little feet were giving off. I did what I could to go about getting what I wanted from them without her freaking out about it (there's no point in conning someone into a certain sexual trick if it's only going to get one of you off after all), but I wanted to notice her reaction too. All these wonderful things going through my head when I'm half-a-minute from orgasm.

Anyway, as I'm stroking her sole with my tongue, I notice an intense shift in her moans (always a good sign). I took it as a "yes" and continued, moving up to her toes and spaces in-between. What an incredible sensation. First of all, I considered myself lucky to be having any sex at all at this point, but to elevate it to the kind of sex I always wanted ... how incredible is that?!?

As we both reached cllimax, I had her entire left foot in my mouth (almost) and was just a little more than pleased with the way things turned out that night. Later on, we made love again, this time working up to orgasm very slowly, concentrating on massaging each other's most sensitive parts (forcing me to admit another little favourite place to be touched) and maintaining a great deal of anticipation (just like this story). She poured this flavoured oil on the both of us and we began to eat each other for dessert, her on my crotch and me on her beautiful peds.

We both came to a mutual approach when we started masturbating each other with our feet. I had one foot in her already aching vagina with my other working my way into her asshole (I wish there was a more romantic word for it, but there just isn't) as she had one foot in mine while I had her other in my mouth. We rocked back and forth, back and forth until neither one of us could function clearly anymore and we came together unlike anything we'd experienced before!

This is just a glimpse into the world I share with her, but this is not even the beginning of the story I'm trying to tell. You'll have to forgive me - I'm easily distracted by my surroundings and right now, I'm attempting to type this in my school library while the girl to my left is flicking her sandals off and on and smiling randomly. I'll take a minute to regain my composure.

ALRIGHT! So, I put an ad out for a female vocalist to try and start up an acoustic singing duo. I'm a musician and I can only go so long without a new project to work on. I got a couple of calls from two serious singers, but neither one seemed to have the time to work on anything. After putting the idea on the backburner, I get a call from one of the girls, Christina, who apparently just wants to talk for a while. You may think you know where this is going, but give me the benefit of the doubt for the time being.

As we're talking, I find myself itching to talk to her in person because her humour and personality just came through so well over the phone. With little more than a mention of meeting, she zips over to the dorm to pick me up and take me out to her house in the country (close enough to count anyway). As if she knew my interests already, she came in a tight shirt, loose pants and sandals that she kept sliding her gorgeous little size sevens out of while driving.

I try not to drool when I meet a girl for the first time, even if they deserve every ounce of my attention, but I had to play it really cool with this one for fear of coming off like a pervert. We arrive at her house around three in the afternoon. Nice place. Feels good to be somewhere that has carpet on the floors. Her shoes come off as soon as she walked inside. I go take a shower in her bathroom, which isn't an offer that's made to me very often. I felt so cleansed.

Trying to get clean in the dorm shower, having to walk all the way back to the room, barefoot, on whatever the hell is stuck to the tile, is nigh on impossible. This time, I felt incredible walking out of that shower. I opted not to put anything on my feet when I got out, just because I didn't have to for once. I'm also a little vain about my own feet as well, and it felt good to touch them - truly clean for the first time in weeks.

I go to her room to find her taking a nap. I found this sort of odd, considering that she drug me all the way out there to talk and here she is, sleeping in the middle of the day with me, a virtual stranger, sitting around with nothing to do but ... well, I didn't. At first anyway. The phone rang and she went to the living room to get it. As I'm updating my website on her computer, I notice that she's dozed off again, this time on the sofa ten feet away from me. Her soles were in plain sight and it was all I could do to keep myself from touching them. She slept for a good hour and a half.

I thought there must be something I can do, so I went and laid down on the sofa across from her, getting an even better view, and slowly began treating myself. There were the most beautiful pair of feet I'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing and all I could do was masturbate a few feet away. It was torture, especially for the ten minutes when she kept waking up while I had my hand all in my pants. I finally came, forgetting to bring anything to clean up the mess with, so I had to creep to the bathroom and regain my composure.

There's that phrase again. She wakes up around eight, and strikes up a conversation laced with all kinds of sexual details and juicy stories from the past. She even pried a few out of me, which usually takes knowing me for at least a month before I'll divulge anything that private. She just made me feel so at ease around her, and considering that I must have felt comfortable enough to masturbate in the same room with her (though she had no clue at the time), there was some obvious chemistry cooking up between us.

After a few minutes of confessing our deepest fantasies, she runs off to a back room and comes back with these wretched old porn movies and an issue of Penthouse with some oddly artistic photographs in it. This I had NEVER done before - in the course of less than a day of knowing this girl, I've already taken a shower in her bathroom, jerked off in her presence, confessed my urges, and now was watching sex flicks with her next to me, touching herself and talking about how horny she is.

Granted, anybody else would have tried to make a pass at her by now, but I've been in my relationship with my lover back home for quite some time and it's not something I'm too keen on throwing away for the sake of an easy one-night stand. However, Christina and I got on so well and made each other feel so comfortable with one another that intimacy on some level was practically unavoidable at this point!

On that note, she came out of the shower with no more than a long t-shirt and panties on. You could almost smell the sex before it happened. I got especially brave and inquired about her feet and if she found them attractive, half-expecting the usual, "oh no, that's disgusting" bit that I've gotten so often. I was answered with a rather nonchalant "of course" which led me to ask if she enjoyed pampering or had experienced it before. She said "yes" and that she had dated someone once who loved to suck her toes. That was all she had to say.

Between the visuals on the television and the magazine, the conversation we were having and the way we were dressed, contact was made instantly! I started slowly caressing the side of her foot, causing her sole to dampen (which is an incredible feeling to witness someone else reach when in your hands) and her toes to tingle. After I had made a point to massage every space below her ankle on one foot, I moved to the next to recreate the event when I heard her panting and caught her touching herself.

She laid down on one end of the sofa while I sat on the other, my back propped against the armrest. With her right foot in my hand I began pressing harder into her sole and gently kissed each toe, one by one, causing her to coo each time a little louder than the one before. As I put her big toe in my mouth, I continued to stroke her sole and heel, all the way up to her calf and knee and back. She rested her left foot on my knee at first and slowly worked her way down my thigh and into my crotch, rubbing her sweet foot all over me, intensifying my end of the experience tremendously.

I began to unbutton my jogging pants (the kind that button up the sides) and let her work her right foot in while I began making love to her left toes with my tongue. She started out jerking me off with her right foot, mashing her heel between my legs, eventually working her big toe into me - with no lubrication at that - making me moan louder than her. As I continued with her left foot in my mouth, I worked my right foot to her crotch and began to massage her pussy with massive amounts of pressure, causing her to dampen them almost instantly. She then moved them aside so I could slip my foot into her juices, rocking it sideways a little as well as up and down. Then, to top it all off, she took my left foot and began to suck my toes with the sweetest, softest tongue I'd ever had the pleasure of touching my body.

At about this point, we pulverised each other to climax and, without a word, continued to massage each other for a long time afterwards. Later, we headed to her bed and began some more "traditional" sex, some of which became some of the best I've had yet. I also found out that she was an incredible kisser, giving my lips the same pleasure that she had given my feet earlier. In as much as I don't want to further jeopardize my situation back home, I can't help but want to take advantage of the next opportunity that arises with Christina, if it ever does. Again, time will tell. I shall return, fellow footsies! Stay healthy!