To be honest, I never really gave feet much thought. I used to get a few tickles and such growing up and I occasionly painted my toenails. Until I met JT, I never really looked at guy's feet and i never held my own on a pedestal or anything (although I did get drunk and suck my own toe once, but that's another story😉)
The first night we met, he massaged my feet after we had danced for almost a half hour. I was trying to warn him that they would be sweaty and probably stink, but he just shrugged and said it wasn't a big deal. I was wearing my three inch heeled boots and my knee high stockings. He took them off and bared my feet, and told me they smelled sexy. Now, there's something a girl doesn't hear everyday. But make a long story short, he told me that he wasn't trying to come off as creepy or anything but that he was just being straightforward because he sensed I was self-concious about my feet. He told me that they smelled of a warm leather aroma with just a mere hint of sweat, but not enough to be reeky. He said the sweat was like the mayonnaise in potato salad, you can't smell or taste it. That the smell of warm leathery feet was a real sexy, erotic smell and could melt even the toughest hearts.
Sorry for the monologue, I know this concerns guy's feet!
But his feet, when he wears dress socks and leather dress shoes, his feet have a similar smell and taste. I love his toes when they come right out of black dress socks. They taste so delicous, I could eat them right off his feet.
In a nut shell, he basically turned me onto feet, to some degree.