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Did any of you during their childhood have any kind of experience with the feet of an adult female? Do you think it was kind of abuse or might have been inappropriate? I know that many of us are born foot lovers, but maybe others ain't and I would appreciate hearing what they think.
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I have written 2 books about my experiences titled "My Impact On Incest" & "Confessions of a foot fetishist" I'm in process of creating 2 websites;one a foot fetish site & My site will be named >www.FuckTheFeet.com The other an incest/sex abuse site named www.ImpactOnIncest.com My primary goals will be trying to sell my books ...
I give u the introduction of the book>
Dedication: This book is dedicated to all victims who may have been sexually abused as children, either through incest or some other way. I pray that these victims have the courage and strength to overcome what they may have endured as children and speak out about it. I further dedicate this book to individuals who have a foot fetish and a sexual addiction.
Introduction: This book is based on a true story of my life, on how I developed an extreme foot fetish along with a sexual addiction. Some of the names may have changed but the events and facts expressed throughout this book are all 100% true and authentic. The first chapter tells of the true story of my incestuous relationship with my half sister (10 years older than me) relating to how my foot fetish began. The remainder of the book deals with true authentic events which took place with first girlfriends, then casual girlfriends, and then goes on to sex workers such as prostitutes, strippers, escorts and finally masseuses. I must confess that many of the experiences I had concluded with great similarity, as the act of fulfilling your sexual appetite can be similar even though the characters may be different. I believe that you will find parts of this book rather intriguing as is delves into the world of sex workers from a customer's perspective and my true life experiences. You may also find the first chapter dealing with incest a little disturbing but at the same time eye opening. You may ask yourself the question as to how many other families does something like incest occur between siblings, or even worse parents with children? As for my reason for writing this book, I just needed to tell the world my story of how an incestuous relationship between a half sister and a half brother could blossom into an extreme foot fetish, and later on into an extreme sexual addiction, without the guilty party even being aware of what impact she had on her younger half brother. My hope is that other victims of incestuous relationships will open up and reveal their story as well, because the world needs to hear you. This is the first book I have ever written. I don't profess to have any special degrees in writing or the English language. I did the best I could with my entire god given abilities. I hope you will enjoy reading this book and learn something from it. ....
You will have to wait until I launch my websites to read the entire book hopefully within the next month or two.
-------------------- The problem is God gave man a brain & a penis but only enough blood to operate one at a time.It's not easy finding a sexy tanned woman with beautiful high arched feet between size 7 & 81/2 beautiful toe nails attached to long gorgeous legs! Posts: 9 | Registered: Nov 2011
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Earliest memory I remember was a class trip to a beach when I was in kindergarten. A girl said to me look, feet, and showed me her feet. I don't know what caused her to do that. Maybe I said something.
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When I was about 6, I was in the back seat of my parents' car with my step aunt. (I guess that's the term, right? She is my stepfather's sister.) She was about 27 at the time and she had her legs crossed. I don't know what kind of shoes she was wearing--I think sandals of some kind. But I began staring at them and she must've caught me gawking because she started playfully shaking them. I even remember that as she did that it was sort of in tune with this music I had in my head from a FOX 5 show I was watching that day. I think it was the Three Stooges, but it wasn't any kind of goofy music. I did get a look at her soles years later and they are quite nice. Very slender. Not sure what size though.
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I don't know what it is, but I have always been attracted to my Aunt's feet. I don't care for any other woman in my family not that don't have nice soles, but there is just something about my Aunt.
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I did'nt have any foot contact with adults as a kid but once I smelled a pair of my friends mom's sandals.The smell was so funky that I got an immediate hard on and at a later date borrowed said shoes and had a mind blowing J.O.session with them.
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As a child growing up, my aunt came to live with us for a number of years and she shared a bedroom with me. I hit pubity at around 11 years old and was very much aware of how attractive female feet were.
Luckily my aunt would leave her dirty laundry in my room. So when she was out or in the lounge entertaining her friends (who's shoes I loved the scent of) I would sneak into her bag and sniff her panties, socks, hose and her platform slip-ons. It was heavenly for me as I was so young and had never smelt a woman like that before. Her feet smelt great and they looked ok. Nice pronounced wrinkles.
She was a big tease; she loved dangling, flexing and rubbing her feet together and I always thought she knew about my foot fetish but I never had the balls to confront her about it.
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I can trace my foot fetish - and all of its tell-tale subcategories - to my schoolmate's mother.
When I was in Kindergarten or 1st Grade, I took swimming lessons during the summer with Jen, my classmate, at the neighborhood swim club. Her mother would always drive us together there in her white Volvo station wagon.
She was slim and stylish and worked part-time as a school librarian, with the pony-tailed red hair, fair skin and spectacles that befit one. She also had the sexiest, high-arched, supple-toed feet from my memories.
She wore sundresses/swimsuit covers, a floppy white hat and white thong sandals or the Dr. Scholl's "exercise sandals" that were both popular in the late 1970s. Her toenails were always painted a striking red with glossy coats and her nailbeds were long, with the ends of the nails just overhanging the tips of her toes.
While Jen and I were taking our lessons, my attention remained on her mom, who would sit cross-legged poolside. She would vigorously stretch, flex and bend her toes while engaged in conversation with other swim moms or reading a woman's magazine. Her toes were amazingly flexible, and she would bend them up and hold a nearly vertical flexed pose, then lift up her foot at the ankle to expose her smooth, flawless soles. This was often followed by a "crunch" of her long second toes, sometimes released from the grip of her big toes with an audible snap.
My favorite trick of hers was when she would grip the leg of one of the other pool chairs between her toes and stroke it sensuously, all the while engaged in conversations with other moms. I had no idea what a footjob was at this age, nor that she was mimicing one, but it gave me raging hard-ons.
Was she doing all this on purpose? Impossible to know, but I think it was just second nature to her, which makes it all the more alluring.
The family moved overseas for a few years, but kept their house and rented it while they were gone. They returned just after I went through puberty and all those sensual memories of the mom came out of dormancy.
Jen - once my close friend - wanted nothing to do with me when she returned to my school, but I did manage to stay friends with her parents and scored a job housesitting for them over Christmas break one year.
I managed to find her mom's stash of sandals and ran my throbbing cock all over her inventory, finally releasing about a gallon of my pent-up semen onto the same white thong sandals she wore during those halcyon swim club days.
Still my best ever orgasm!
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My earliest exposure to womens feet would be when I was around 11 my very hot step sister from Cuba Which is older than me by at least 20 years was Living by herself with her boyfriend In a small apt. In Hialeah. When I would spend the nite at her house I would sneak under her bed covers and playfully tickle her soft smooth wrinkled size 7 feet with red painted toenails. Good times!
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I remember my first experience being with my 16 year old babysitter. I was around 8 or 9 years of age. We were in the basement watching TV together and I remember it being cool so we were under a blanket. At one point I remember going under the blankets and seeing her perfectly painted toes. I don't remember why, but I began kissing her feet. She didn't seem to mind and actually seemed to be enjoying it. As time went on I actually began to lick her soles.
As I grew older I seemed to have forgotten about this experience, but ever since I really got back into the fetish years ago did I begin to regain that memory.
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I don't remember having actual experiences, but endless daydreams and thoughts of feet permeate segments of my childhood days.
My earliest memory of feet also tied somewhat into humiliation/domination. I think I was in 2nd grade. There was a girl in the class who at the time I thought of as ugly, as someone I didn't want to be around. During the school day she was in my fantasies--although at that age it felt less like a fantasy and more like some kind of mental exercise of imagining the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
In the fantasy I was lying on my back on a table in the front of the classroom. All the students were present, sitting in their seats silently watching as this girl stood on my face barefoot. I imagined the light slapping sound of her soles tapping against my cheeks, my lips, my forehead. Strange, as I never even had a conversation that I can recall with this girl. Interestingly, the last time I looked at my class photo from 2nd grade and saw her, she actually looked like a cute little girl to me. Brown hair, short bangs, slightly Asian eyes--one type of girl I actually like today!
In 3rd grade I would fantasize about my teacher, a Filipino-American who often wore long skirts, pantyhose and heels. I imagined how warm the insides of her shoes must have felt.
I believe I hit some sort of latency period then, and only when I hit puberty in 7th grade did thoughts of feet resurface, and this time the thoughts seemed to dominate every daydream I had for many, many years. I sat next to a girl who always wore flats with no sock or stockings, and she'd always let the heel of the show slide off and dangle from her toes. She's bob her foot up and down, and I can't imagine now that she never noticed my clear lack of ability NOT to ogle the soft curve of her arch. My main fantasy then was to have some sort of power to freeze time but still have the ability to move and think myself. I'd imagine sliding out of my seat and just taking all the time in the world to look without reservation at the girls' feet, to sit up close to them, to touch and eventually kiss them.
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