Well,
Trick or Treat! Smell My Feet! has now been live for about a week, and, since I've received a lot of positive response around it (and a few requests to expand on the topic further), it seems apropos to discuss what happens to be one of my first (and, to this day, strongest) fetishes: feet!
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| They're also much easier to ogle! |
I absolutely adore feet, women's feet to be specific, and I'm far from alone. Aside from being one of the most pervasive of the fetishes (studies have estimated that upwards of 47% of the population prefer feet to the other parts of the body), it's also quite old with recorded observances dating back to the 12th century. Some researchers theorize that foot fetishism developed during times of high STD risk as a form of safe sex, and others intimate it with the rise of women into more dominant sexual-social roles. Statistics and historical speculation aside, there are a number of us that just really, really love feet for a variety of reasons.
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| No shoes... no problem! |
Now, I'm obviously not trying to speak for everyone here as I can only account for my own tastes. Some foot enthusiasts prefer the presentation of the foot as a whole, while others focus on specific parts such as the toes. For me, though, the fascination is clearly focused on the underside of the foot, the sole. Beginning at the base of the heel and running all of the way to the pads of the toes, I can entertain myself for hours just exploring each and every crease and curve.
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| A classic "win-win" |
The tactile sensation alone is enough to send me spiraling into arousal, but hearing my (ever willing) partner moan softly as my fingers begin to caress and massage her feet at the end of a long day, well, it just drives me completely wild! Whats more, she has since discovered that my fascination with feet (hers in particular) is so strong that all she has to do to get a foot rub is to place her feet somewhere in arms reach. Well just be relaxing on the couch, and shell just casually stretch her legs across me. Without fail, my hands will almost immediately gravitate to her feet and begin to slowly run up and down the lengths of her soles. Sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it until Ive already started! I'm not complaining, though. Now, should her coy attempts fail to meet with the desired Pavlovian response, she will then begin to exploit another aspect of foot fetishism: olfactory triggers.
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| "C'mon, just one sniff won't hurt." |
I don't know why, but, as many foot fetishists will attest, the smell of sweaty feet will trigger arousal almost instantaneously. Even if I'm trying to resist the urges (not that I try very often, mind you, but there are just sometimes when it's inconvenient), I'm done for the second I catch a whiff of that scent. This particular part of the fetish tends to have a lot of crossover into "stocking fetish" territory, and it's not difficult to see why. In addition to being rather appealing to look at and touch, stockings spend all day absorbing sweat. Even after having been removed, they hold onto that scent for days. And my partner is more than aware of this! If shes feeling extra devious, shell stretch her legs upwards so that her feet are just below my nose, and shell start wiggling her toes until the smell wafts upwards and short-circuits any resistance I may have left. This is usually the point where we progress to my favorite part of the show: oral foot play.
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| Absolute bliss... |
Once that smell has hit me, I'm done for. Any and all conscious control flies completely out the window, and I become a mindless footslave. I can think of nothing but running my tongue along every inch of her feet (for some reason, the instep is one of the hottest places for me to lick, but that's neither here nor there) and drinking in that delicious scent. Whatever I'm focusing on becomes completely unimportant compared to the joy of sucking on those plump little toes and bathing her soles with my tongue. And it's not just the act itself that gets me off, it's the symbolism, the devotion, the utter submission of it all. There's just something so mind-numbingly orgasmic about it. Even on my most Dominant of days, I can't escape the thought just zoning out and massaging her feet with my tongue while she casually unwinds from a long day at work.
Wow, um, did... did it get hotter in here all of a sudden?
Anyway... that, my friends, is why feet are one of my favorite fetishes. Join me next time on
My Favorite Fetishes when I'll talk about one of my my most obvious fetishes: hypnosis and mind control. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I have to go "force" some foot rubs on a certain someone.
~Jess
All images found on imgur.com via reddit.com/r/feet
