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I want to thank both nyftlvr and fate111 for sharing their respective recollections on a post started by nyftlvr himself entitled, “shy feet: and introspective look……a really long one “posted a couple of days earlier. Similarly I would like to share my understanding of how I sexualized the female foot. Below I attempt to find out if my childhood experience with my mother’s feet is a cause behind, my later, sexualization of women’s feet; I also recount how this affected my teenage mind.
To put me in some sort of perspective let me begin by saying that I am 21 years old. What I am about to say I have never said to anyone else. My earliest foot experience was when I was between 6 to 8 years old, I don’t remember exactly. I was sitting at the foot of a bed that my mother was lying on. She was not wearing any socks and I began to try to smell her feet. She immediately pulled away and told me not to do this. I think there is some importance in clarifying that she didn’t yell at me or make me feel bad because of doing this. It registered in my head in the following way: you shouldn’t smell feet because people walk around on them so this is a nasty thing to do. I didn’t plan to smell my mother’s feet, I don’t know why I did, I certainly didn’t become aroused as a result of doing so. I happened to be at the foot of the bed and my mother happened to be lying there and at this young age I had no clue that feet could be sexual. Also, I wasn’t an inappropriate young person; I was more of the type to avoid talking about sex at all for fear of embarrassment. Time went on and I eventually became sexual. At the age of 16 I lost my virginity to a young woman who was 19. I mention this to say that at the age of 16 I was very sexually attracted to this 19 year old but I was oblivious about her feet so much so that I don’t even remember what they might have looked like. I should also add that at some point late in my teens we had a television in the living room with all of the porn channels available. One night my sister and I were watching television and she jokingly went through the porn channels quickly and in one of these fleeting scenes there was a guy getting a foot job. I wasn’t even familiar with the act of a foot job but I kept this to myself. It wasn't till i was a junior in high school that I began to develop a liking for female feet and by the time that I was a senior in high school I was about how I like feet. I couldn’t get enough of them and this all arrived on the sexual radar relatively late for me on top of this I was sort of a shy person in high school so I wouldn’t even tell any of my close friends about it let alone anyone else. Meanwhile, I was fascinated with how strong my sexual inclination became for feet so I began to try to connect some dots. Trying to figure out how many other guys liked feet and the women that where in the know about this along with all other intricacies feet. Naturally I began to wonder how it happened in me. I wondered if it was possible that trying to smell my mother’s feet and being stopped on that brief occasion remained in a way manifest in me and didn’t rear its head till several years later as a sexual desire? I also considered the possibility that I might have developed a liking for female feet naturally (determinism) or the possibility that I began to like feet on other grounds that I had yet to realize. Never the less, I was senior in high school, knee deep in thoughts of female feet and my only real experience was the one involving my mother; of course this did not sit well with me at all. I desperately wanted to find a woman who would be willing to allow me to smell her feet so that it could replace the thought of my mother as my most recent foot experience. I actually thought of this as a serious necessity. I was fortunate enough to not have been haunted by this idea by for too long as I landed a girlfriend who let me smell her feet and a whole lot more. It shouldn’t have actually been a big deal but you could imagine that compartmentalizing this in my mind was important to my sexual outlook. I wanted to resolve in my “mature” mind that when I was a child I did not know what I was doing when I sinned by trying to smell my mother’s feet( I don't believe in god actually). My girlfriend's feet became the things that could allow me to atone for my sin in a strange way by "smelling the appropriate persons feet". When my girlfriend and I engaged in sex, at that time, she was fully aware that I was attracted to her feet and she let me have my way. What she didn’t know was that on top of satisfying my sexual lust she served, as it were, as a stepping stone to give me a “proper” start at my relationship with female feet; one without guilt or un proper memories.
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