Only one thing was on my mind: how to reveal my unusual fetish to a hooker. The determination I felt when I got out of the apartment was dissolving with every mile.
I felt incredible shame at the very thought of saying “I want to kiss your foot” to a girl. But no matter how embarrassing it was, life is too short. Should I suppress my fetish my whole life and on my death bed wonder: God, how would I have felt if I had kissed them, licked them, covered them with whipped cream? Put them in my mouth and bit them? Spat on them and watched the saliva run down the soles? Touched them with my finger, smeared the saliva, and licked it?
Foot fetish was present in my life from the earliest days. When I was a kid, I viewed my feet as a particularly intimate part of my body and felt great embarrassme
