“I want to kiss and lick your feet, spit on them and smear saliva all over them.”
You will agree with me, dear namesake, that this isn’t a great pick-up line. Indeed, I must admit that, taken out of context like this, it sounds very perverted. But I have no problem with shame... Life is too short to shilly-shally or to allow the fear of shame to stop us from fulfilling our fantasies. If I like to run my tongue over beautiful female feet, bare or covered with thin nylon stockings, soak them with saliva, smear pudding, chocolate or whipped cream over them, pour wine or champagne on them, then I will do it even if the pillar of shame is called by my name.
I can’t say for sure what exactly was the trigger of my fetish. I already told you about the first time I put a girl’s foot in my mouth.
