Confessions of a foot fetishist
• Richard Evans Lee
While I'd abstractly admired nice boots and shoes on women and men I never gave them much concentrated thought or affection.
Alex strongly eroticizes her feet. This transferred to me.
When she's here there are evenings when it is an effort to keep my eyes above her ankles.
And never weary of kissing, fondling and massaging her feet and toes.
Developing a new and satisfying erotic mania this late in my life was a new and happy surprise.
Possibly some shrink would say I have a "paraphiliac disorder." You aren't supposed to become obsessed with a body part. My particular paraphilia would be called retifism. I call it an easy path to ecstasy: it delights us both.
Alex said she liked these. A wine-colored pair is awaiting her as a welcome home present.
The moment I saw these I knew I had to buy them for her. They were to be her welcome to the US present. They were too small. The online merchant lied about their return policy and never sent me an RMA. As much as I hated to give them more money we liked them so much that I ordered a second larger pair.
These coffee-colored knee-high boots were equally irresistible. Happily she likes them even more than I'd hoped. They look lovely when she wears them. (Bought from Zappos, a footwear site I can't recommend strongly enough. Though most of the shoes were bought from Amazon.)
I don't have a knack for writing about clothing. What can I say, she always looks fetching in these ankle-high boots.
These 1950s style heels evoked a peculiarly transgressive lust when I saw them. Even though I knew she didn't particularly want red shoes, for some reason no other color felt right. Probably lots of images from old movies of women manipulating men with their sexual power.
Strictly kinky:
There's something about the expanding curve of the heels that sends a frisson through my spine.
She didn't ask for these. I wasn't sure she'd like them at all. Lots of straps. And red again. I debated for a few weeks before giving in and letting myself order them. I may call myself a pansexual sodomite but there's plenty of commonplace kinkiness inside.
Don't drink and look at shoes online. We did and a few weeks later three pairs of thigh-highs arrived.
(The selection above is partly based on what I could find photos of. Most of what she has is black, a color that always pleases.)
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Welcome to this wonderful world.
Posted by: Marcos | May 27, 2005 05:50 PM