i'm often asked how i came to love feet so much. Every person that has a fetish, has their own way it formed, and many don't know why. But i do remember how mine began.
It was in the 3rd grade, i had a very strict teacher, but as strict as she was, she was also beautiful and fashionable. High heeled, open toed shoes were the fashion and she wore them often. A few times a week, she would gather us together in the back of the room for story time. She would sit on a stool and read us a story, while we all sat on the floor at her feet. i remember eventually getting bored with the story, and just looking at her toenails. i'd just watch them, they weren't doing tricks or anything of course, but for some reason they really fascinated me. i remember how disappointed i was when her sandals turned to boots for the winter, and how it just wasn't the same to stare at her boots.
By the end of the year, i was not only looking at her toenails, but other teacher's toenails as well, and comparing their toes to my teacher's.
She just retired from teaching last year, after so many years and a career that was enough to get her on the evening news upon her retirement. i wonder what she would say if she knew what a toesucker she's turned me into?
Growing up, the only feet that i got to actually touch were my next door neighbor's sister. He and i would hang out all the time, and she was often along. We'd wrestle and i'd make sure i lost and always ended up with her sitting on the back of my head, her feet pressed squarely into my face, as she laughed that the loser had to smell the winner's feet. Her feet almost always stank, and so.... yup lucky me.... i just love some stinky feet now lol
As an aside, i entered the 3rd grade at age 7, so around September of this year, i will be celebrating 30 years of loving women's feet.
