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I was about 7....girl next door, about 12...she let me caress, smell, kiss and suck her big toes....big square nail beds...no varnish...smelly...cheese...gorgeous...never forgot about it...
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My mom had two friends with lovely feet. As a youngster I was a dead duck, seeing those painted toes every summer. But, my first foot worship session was with a girl across the street who had filthy feet, and they weren't even that pretty. My younger brother and I, and another friend, had her sit in a chair in our garage and we took turns smelling and rubbing our faces all over the bottoms of her filthy feet. It was paradise, and still to this day it is the single, most exciting thing that I look forward to each and everyday. I'm not sure if my bro remembers or even has a foot fetish and I often wonder if that girl, who went on to become a beautiful woman, remembers that day. I'd say I was 8 or 9 years old at the time.
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Not the first time, but definitely had the biggest impact in terms of "imprinting" in my memory.
Was about 13 or 14. Parents went away for the weekend and had a former babysitter stay with me to shuttle me around. She was about 19 or 20 at the time. To this day, events of one particular night are as vivid as if it happened last week. No, there was no sex involved, but exposure to and experience with her feet that I'll never, ever forget. Those memories still excite me to this day.
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Summer 1983, between 8th grade and high school. We were visiting my grandmother on Sunday per usual, whose ground-floor apartment was adjacent to the pool. The bathroom window was high but looked right out to the pool's deck.
There was a girl in "the pose," with her pretty red toes up in the air and clearly visible. I had never known I had the fetish beforehand, although there were some signs. In any case, I was mesmerized by her toes, and the shape of her arch. I rubbed one out while precariously balanced on the edge of the tub and clinging to the windowsill.
I knew right then I'd learned something important about myself. Took awhile to process, though.
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Not one big incedent, but several small ones. Went trick or treating. Stopped off at the house of a pretty neighbor, a few houses down, and saw her walking around barefooted.
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I was about 8 or 9 years old, My mothers best friend 'M' she works in an accounting firm with the most perfect size 10 feet I have ever seen, Gorgeous long toes, perfect nail beds, 2 toe rings on her left foot and an anklet with the letter 'M' on her right foot. It is burnt into my memory and still think of her to this day.
M took amazing care of her feet and a stunning shoe collection. M would always have a fresh pedicure when ever she visited or we went to her house. I clearly remember her dangling her heels while I played around on the floor trying so hard to get close to her feet, M would often touch my head with her foot or play with my toys with her feet while she chatted away.
Her dangling shows went on for coffee after coffee and the nights they drank O WOW. Can't even describe how good the shows were- come to think of it she was the first lady I ever had a "Wet Dream" over! And even better- her asking for a foot massage one night when she was looking after me. And at the time gave a very poor effort of a massage because I was embarrassed and too young.
Her high heels use to have her foot print perfect on the inside of her shoes ( out line her toes and heel) with the foot gunk that builds up and stink so perfectly! Back then I didn't understand why I was sniffing them or licking them clean but knew I needed to do it.
On some occasions looking back now it almost seems she deliberately left her shoes in places for me to have access and alone time with them as they would come back to her clean with out a spec of dirt on them, with her some times coming with clearly dirty and scuffed shoes.
Little comments she would also make about her feet and shoes, she knew the power she had and has! A true goddess and still to this day would love to be at her feet!
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My step-sister was babysitting me when I was very young (4 or 5). I wasn't listening to her and threw myself to the ground being rebellious. She put one foot on my chest and told me she's the step-sister so she can do this if I act up and she'll make me listen.
There were quite a few other moments before I turned 10 that left feet embedded in my brain.
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This is a tough one, because my earliest, most primitive memories involve a fascination with feet. I remember liking them as far back as preschool, and by the 1st grade I was definitely into them. I remember my first grade teacher had an assistant who would walk around the classroom barefoot in nylon stockings and I would want to just stare at her feet moving across the floor. I guess that would be my earliest memory of wanting to seek out feet. And even then I felt an instinctive need to smell them (not that I actually did, but for whatever reason I wanted to). If it's nature then I guess I was born a foot lover; if it's nurture then the triggering moment happened before my permanent memories formed.
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