A pretty pair of feet are lovely and erotic, but I don't masturbate to photos of
just feet. It's why I can't really confess to a true fetish, although I'm less aroused by photos featuring women wearing shoes. Okay, so maybe I have an
almost-fetish. A quazi-fetish?
I fondly remember one occasion where a lady friend had just stepped out of the shower and came to sit in her living room in just her robe. Her feet were bare, her hair was still damp and her skin had a just-scrubbed glow. We were preparing to go out, but the sight of her in that condition made me suddenly more than a little amorous and her attention was soon drawn to the obvious tenting of my trousers. She was teasing me, massaging my penis through the fabric with her bare foot, and within a few minutes my pants were down and her feet were caressing me toward orgasm. Of course, after a short breather, what was I to do other than thank her in the way the situation demanded? We were
very late for our date with friends that evening.