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Hi Andrew,

First of all, I do not subscribe to any of those services like icq, etc.

I loved your story about your aunt. That is exactly how my foot fetish started when I was your age. I had an aunt who always wore flip flops and always fell asleep on the couch (unfortunately she was quite ill and died when I was 17). Or my cousin and I would lay at the foot of the bed at her feet to watch movies and she would fall asleep as would my cousin. That is how I had my first orgasm when I was 11.

We all fell asleep one hot Saturday night. I was laying at her feet as I always did and we all fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to find my aunt's foot in my face and I remember the smell to this day. It was a combination of baby powder (which she always wore in her leather shoes when she wore shoes--which wasn't often), leather from her leather flats, and the natural smell of her foot which was incredibly arousing. I remember running my nose all over the bottom of her foot, sniffing it. I had a tremendous erection and suddenly, I felt this incredible sensation and I pulled my underpants down to look at the head of my penis which was throbbing.

From that day on I had to have her feet all the time. Whenever I came over her house and she was asleep on the couch (which was often) I would pretend to be watcing tv just so I could sit on the floor at the end of the couch near her feet. In summer they were always bare or in flip flops, which I love to this day because of that. I just loved watching her toes wiggle as she walked in them. I loved to remove them while she slept. In winter, she wore sneakers usually without socks or flats without socks. I just loved to remove her shoes and sneakers while she slept and sniff them and her feet. I'd lightly scratch the bottoms of her feet and watch her toes twitch.

She would always wake up with her shoes off and wonder why. She never remembered removing them. It happened so often that she had to have known that I was removing them. She also probaby knew that I was smelling and tickling her feet. I was always careful not to wake her. Removing her flip flops and flats was easy. Her sneakers were another matter, especially on those rare occasions when she wore socks. I would very gently tug on the laces of her sneakers until the bow came undone and then very carefully untie the knot. As the laces laid on either side of her sneakers, I'd slowly and carefully unlace her sneakers and actualy remove the laces from her sneakers.

Next I would ever so gently push on the heel of the sneaker, slidng it over the heel of her foot while pulling it off with my other hand. If she was wearing socks, I would very gently inch them down to her ankle and the push them over her heel, pulling them off with my other hand. Seeing her asleep on the couch like this would drive me nuts with anticipation. I would contemplate slowly removing her shoes and socks while she slept. That would sometimes take a half hour to do. I would wait between each step to make sure that she would not wake up. Once her feet were bare, I would then slowly lower my nose to her foot and sniff every inch. I'd run my nose all over the cool smooth contours of her arch and in between her toes as they bumped off my nose and then down to her heels. I would have loved to swirl her toes around in my mouth or glide my tongue up her arch, but I was afraid to wake her and thus could only fantasize about those things.

One day, as I was sniffing and lightly scratching the bottoms of her feet she started to wake up then moaned, "OOOOH that feels SO good." From then on she would always ask me to remove her shoes and lightly scratch the bottoms of her feet and tickle the rest of her feet. She would always ask me if her feet smelled as she raised her foot to my face.

Then another time, I came over and she had all her shoes out. She said she had a game that she wanted to play. It was called shoe store. Her husband was a shoe salesman and undoubtedly had a foot and shoe feish, but was always drunk and not having sex with her. I would be the shoe salesman and she would be the customer. Again she would say, "I hope that my feet don't smell too badly," and raise them to my face to sniff. I would always tell her that I liked the smell of her feet as I sniffed them. I would always fondle her feet as I removed each shoe. I loved her sling backs, especially her thongs. The act of gently sliding the sling back over her heel and sliding the shoe off with the sound it made against her bare skin was very arousing. It was especially arousing with the anticipation of fondling and sniffing her feet. All she would have to do is merely brush my pecker with her toe and it was enough to make it explode.

Take care, Bob