Every so often you will see a pair of feet that you would rate as a '10'. They are the kind that you would crawl through a mile of broken galss to be able to put them in your lap and tickle them to your heart's content. You know what I am talking about. One summer I had the good fortune to date two different girls (one for about a month and another for about three months) who had some of the most breath-takingly beautiful and sexy feet I had ever seen. I almost hate to admit this, because it makes me sound like an out-of-control freak, but I was so obsessed with their feet that when I took them out I couldn't wait to get home to turn on the TV, put their feet in my lap and spend literally hours rubbing, stroking, and tickling their feet. They both had arches to die for. I would put their feet right in front of my face and ask them to curl their toes back, spread them apart, and then wiggle them for me while I was scratching up and down their arches. Each time, by the time that the night was over I would get a case of blueballs that was so intense, I could barely walk. I apologize if this is too graphic for some, but I would masturbate and have the most intense, voluminous ejaculations you can imagine in order to get some relief from the blueballs. I did this every night that I took them out. I was so into their feet and tickling them that I never even thought about having sex with them. I didn't want to take any time away from acting out my foot tickling fantasies. These girls were great sports and never complained at all. Interestingly neither said anything about the fact that I would tickle and obsess over their feet. On one occasion one of them did ask why I spent so much time tickling her feet and I just shrugged and said that for some reason it was relaxing to me. I didn't want to get into a fetish discussion that she wouldn't have understood.