All right, it's not much of a story....
Been seeing a lady-friend (who I adore) quite a lot recently. She's used to living in a warm climate and is ALWAYS barefoot at home. (Drool!) Maybe I've developed a sneaky side in recent years; I'll sneak some good, long looks while her attention is elsewhere (usually riveted on the TeeVee) I'll simply bask in the absolute glory of her calves and feet... In near-ecstacy I imagine licking, kissing, worshipping Her....
Her feet are just beautiful! Not "perfect" by any means, but soft and smooth and wonderful to behold (like most women's feet)...like heaven to touch...Her muscles are well-toned (she works out) but the skin on her legs is so soft it's mind-blowing (WAY softer than any of my former-GFs', no idea how she does it)
....And sometimes, frequently, she needs a massage; she gets these awful knots and spasms that can take HOURS to knead out; so I get to t-t-TOUCH those wonderful, smooth, divine feet- I get to kneel before her and focus ALL my love and attention on them for up to two hours! I'm in heaven all this time!...... and then she apologizes for all the "trouble" I'm going to on her behalf (Actually APOLOGIZES! Muwahaha!!)
Guess I've joined the ranks of full-blown foot-fetishists; last massage I got close enough-by accident, honestly- to actually smell her foot (clean, not dirty) and it was really suprising.... it was like a light went on; I get it now; I'm hooked! I've discovered a wonderful new addiction......
I really do care about this person but it's too soon to make a move. In the meantime I thoroughly enjoy giving in to the little red guy on my left shoulder with the pitchfork - I even enjoy the wicked sense of guilt that results from being such a sneak! (This mild guilt is a new experience; guilt is sort-of a foreign concept to me )
Am I evil??
Been seeing a lady-friend (who I adore) quite a lot recently. She's used to living in a warm climate and is ALWAYS barefoot at home. (Drool!) Maybe I've developed a sneaky side in recent years; I'll sneak some good, long looks while her attention is elsewhere (usually riveted on the TeeVee) I'll simply bask in the absolute glory of her calves and feet... In near-ecstacy I imagine licking, kissing, worshipping Her....
Her feet are just beautiful! Not "perfect" by any means, but soft and smooth and wonderful to behold (like most women's feet)...like heaven to touch...Her muscles are well-toned (she works out) but the skin on her legs is so soft it's mind-blowing (WAY softer than any of my former-GFs', no idea how she does it)
....And sometimes, frequently, she needs a massage; she gets these awful knots and spasms that can take HOURS to knead out; so I get to t-t-TOUCH those wonderful, smooth, divine feet- I get to kneel before her and focus ALL my love and attention on them for up to two hours! I'm in heaven all this time!...... and then she apologizes for all the "trouble" I'm going to on her behalf (Actually APOLOGIZES! Muwahaha!!)
Guess I've joined the ranks of full-blown foot-fetishists; last massage I got close enough-by accident, honestly- to actually smell her foot (clean, not dirty) and it was really suprising.... it was like a light went on; I get it now; I'm hooked! I've discovered a wonderful new addiction......
I really do care about this person but it's too soon to make a move. In the meantime I thoroughly enjoy giving in to the little red guy on my left shoulder with the pitchfork - I even enjoy the wicked sense of guilt that results from being such a sneak! (This mild guilt is a new experience; guilt is sort-of a foreign concept to me )
Am I evil??
