Ladies: Your "Toe Game" has to be up to be
up to par when dealing with a man like me. When I first discovered I had a
ferocious foot fetish, I was Embarrassed & kept it to myself. I was
pleasantly surprised to discover there were more & more men & (women
who like women) that absolutely worshiped a perfect pair of pedicured puppies.
Thus I came out of my shell & would love to share some "foot
facts" & a true story of "Feet Gone wild"
1) A Foot fetish is not a true fetish. A true fetish
is described as "having a sexual attraction to a non-living object"
(Such as shoes) Feet are part of the human body so they really don't count.
2) There are levels of foot fetishism. I simply love
the way long legs & symmetrical feet look together. Some like dirty feet.
Some like getting trampled & some even like getting kicked in the Damn
face. Painful & dirty is just not my thing.
3) A pedicure alone does not make a foot sexy:
Ladies if you are 5"9' & you have size 13" X2-wide man feet
with veins budging out of them like Mike Tyson’s neck during a fight
THAT SHIT IS NOT SEXY.
And now a true story........................
The Time Feb, 1995.
The place Laurelton Queens N.Y.
I was in full stride of my bachelor hay-days &
was in the Kitchen of my impressive 1 bedroom apartment just an earshot from
JFK international Airport. Cheffing up my "Go to" Meal Chicken
fettuccine Alfredo for this blind date that I was expecting in 30 min. A knock
on the door revealed a beautiful 22 year old girl from Trinidad with hazel eyes named Yolanda. "JACKPOT!!"
I was on some pimp shit back then & asked the young lady to remove her
snowy & salty boots so as not to track over my new jet black rug (I was
young sorry) With a reluctant smirk she removed her boots. Her feet were so
small I believe she had a females size 4. I popped in a VHS tape of "Basic
Instinct" let her have a seat & completed my culinary. I smelled
something foul. So I am embarrassed thinking my Alfredo sauce has bad dairy.
I open a window, the funk lingers.
I light some candles. I can't shake it.
I turn down the heat.
NOPE.
I put my nose in all the
pots & cant pinpoint it's location. DAMN! So I look at my lovely date and
notice she has her feet twisted & tucked under the fucking couch! OOOhhhh
Hell No! (I think to myself) So I figure give her a chance. After the first
wave of funk hits it SHOULD lose it's intensity. Right?!?!?!?!???!! Wrong.
Threw the whole meal she was acting like she knew but fuck-it "This is
me" So I am watching Sharon Stone stab this dude with an ice pick in the
flick & I can't help but fantasize about stabbing her damn stinky dogs.
Call me shallow but after the last bite of food, I called her a cab & she
started crying because she knew. There is no way feet that small should have
funk that large.
Did she not come from home?
I might have gave her a pass if she worked all day in a damn wet toll both but
she called me from the crib!!!
Lastly, If her "Toe Game" isn't up to par
Lord only knows what she is working with in "The Love Below" area.
Hilarious!
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