The Shrimping Episode
(Published on Saturday, April 5, 2003)
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My husband and I have been married for over ten years now. I knew from the day that we met that he had a foot fetish. I thought that it was a little weird when, on the first day that we had met, he not only offered me a foot massage, but he also asked if I knew about something called, "shrimping."

I'm sure that a lot of you already know what this means, but for those who don't, shrimping is the act of sucking the toes of someone's foot. I love having my toes sucked. It's very erotic. I'll admit, though, until then, nobody had ever sucked on my toes. Don't ask me why, but I let this relatively perfect stranger suck on my toes that day. The truth is, despite that I thought he was a bit weird, he was also very charming. I was a little attracted to him, too, which didn't hurt.

I felt a little awkward at first because we were on a public beach, but two things worked in his favor, and mine, too, as it turned out. One was that the beach was pretty empty that day because it was overcast. I was lying face down on a large beach towel, trying to read a book, and I was wearing sweats, not a particularly attractive attire. The only really naked part of my body that day were my bare feet, so I didn't feel too exposed, and I felt fairly safe. The other thing that made it work out as it did was that he was really good at giving a foot massage. From my heels to my toes, he didn't miss a single little spot. It was terrific! And it was so relaxing! I'm a sucker for a good foot massage, but this guy, well, he really knew what he was doing! I practically fell asleep.

At one point I got a little unnerved because the subject of shrimping came up again, and I nervously accepted his offer to show me what shrimping was first hand. Or maybe I should say first foot.   I have to say that his warm mouth over my somewhat cold toes was overwhelmingly satisfying. I was still lying face down with my soles up on his lap when he suggested that I just close my eyes and relax as I had been doing during the foot massage. He gently lifted one of my feet up to his mouth by carefully bending my leg at the knee, and he began tonguing the pads of each one of my toes ever so softly. I almost didn't feel his tongue, that is, until he covered my big toe completely with his warm mouth and started sucking it.

I was kind of embarrassed by what he was doing to me on that public beach, but when I took a quick glance around, I could see that we were virtually alone. Any view to us was obstructed by the berms along the beach, which were always there during the winter months to keep the sand from blowing onto the bike bath and into the buildings along the beach. For those who don't know it, a "berm" is a mound or bank of earth, used especially as a barrier or to provide insulation. It's popularly used on beaches.

So there I was with this relative stranger sucking each one of my toes. It was perfect bliss, and frankly, I was in a dream-like state and being very selfish. Despite being intially embarrassed by what was going on, what was mainly going through my mind was, "I hope he doesn't stop." Seriously, I was thoroughly enjoying this whole shrimping thing. At one point I even blurted out, "You don't have to keep doing this. I mean, I'm not going to ask you to stop anytime soon, but you don't have to keep doing it."

He sort of mumbled a reply, because his mouth was pretty much full of one of my big toes, and said, "My pleasure." Then he removed my toe from his mouth and continued by saying, "Just relax. If you fall asleep while I'm doing this, I'll be sure to wake you up before I go."

"Wake me up?" I thought. Yeah, this was definitely relaxing, but at times it was almost too much to take. The reason for that was because my feet are pretty sensitive, and I can be very ticklish. Then again, his thorough massage really relaxed me, and my feet didn't seem as sensitive anymore. Usually, that is, because every once in a while he would slide his teeth across the soles of my feet. And sometimes he would hold my feet together by my ankles down upon his lap with one hand while tickling the soles of my feet with the fingers of his other hand. What seemed to delight him the most was when it became clear that the tickling almost became too much. But then he would lighten things up again, just at the right time, massage my feet nicely, and suck on my toes again.

I wasn't about to tell him this, not on that first day, but the way that he was playing with my feet was really turning me on. I didn't know the half of it until I got home later that day, but my panties were wet with pre-cum, and I was particularly horny in the bathtub while taking a nice, long bath. I must have masturbated and cum about a dozen times right there in the bathtub, thinking about what this guy had done to me that afternoon. Personally, I don't have a foot fetish, but after years of being with a man who does, I definitely have a unique appreciation for the pleasures that a good foot man can give a woman simply by playing with her feet.

Before meeting my future husband, I had never really had any contact with any man who had a foot fetish. Or at least I hadn't noticed. In retrospect, I do remember getting a lot of nice comments about my feet, which always made me feel good because I take special care in keeping my feet in perfect condition. My feet are a size 7 1/2, though with high heels I often wear a size 8. My arches are average, I guess, though depending upon how I flex them, they can seem pretty high. My toes are perfectly symmetrical, and I keep my feet extra soft by pampering them with lotion, and sometimes with vaseline treatments. I'm not one of those candy apple red only toenail polish afficionados, though that color is my husband's favorite color. What's up with that, guys? So many of you seem to like that color the most. I like wearing different colors of toenail polish, and I even like to keep them clear once in a while just to give them some breathing room.

My future husband and I exchanged numbers that day, but I didn't honestly believe that he would call me back, and I wasn't about to call him. It's a Mars/Venus thing, meaning that we men and women don't think alike. As it turned out, he did call me the next day. We've been married over ten years now, and his foot fetish is not his only kink. 

More on that later.