Have any of you ever had a relationship with a girl who didn't like her feet being touched/rubbed that much? If so, were you able to encourage her to come around, or was the relationship pretty much ruined over that? My girlfriend loves the attention I pay to her feet, I'm happy to say.
Posted by Rocky TSM (Member # 28971) on :
I've lost a few relationships due to my love for feet. Several of my exes disliked feet so much, they wore rubber slippers in the shower and slept with socks. When they found out I enjoy feet, it was over.
Posted by Fair Adam (Member # 13350) on :
quote:Originally posted by Rocky TSM: I've lost a few relationships due to my love for feet. Several of my exes disliked feet so much, they wore rubber slippers in the shower and slept with socks. When they found out I enjoy feet, it was over.
It's true, some people are really grossed out by feet, even their own. I even knew of a guy once that had a foot phobia, which sounds really counter-intuitive to foot overs, but that's the way of the world, I suppose...
Posted by Patrick (Member # 1169) on :
Funny, one of my models is an ex-girlfriend of mine and hated her feet being touched. That model is Paige Noelle. She'd let me indulge at times, but most of the time it was a struggle. Needless to say, we didn't last too long.
Paige actually admitted that the massages felt really good a few times after getting a little buzzed after drinking a few with our friends. She actually threw them in my lap those times to do it without me asking. As much as I liked having her feet without a struggle, I'm not into girls under the influence at all. So yeah, couldn't win.
The reason why Paige posed for me after we broke up is because she wanted some photos done of herself and told me she'd be willing to pay me. I said if you'd just pose for the site, I'd call it even. She did just that and was so glad she did. I loved her plump toes and soft, curvy soles. We were supposed to get together to shoot again, so I'll have to hit her up to see what's been going on with her lately.
Patrick
Posted by feetluvr (Member # 1570) on :
My wife is proof that "love conquers all". As I've shared here before she had extremely ticklish feet and would not let me touch her feet from the time we started dating until 20-some years into our marriage when I told her about my foot fetish. As soon as I told her that I loved feet she started letting me do anything I wanted to her feet, except tickle them.
Posted by ucflyeah (Member # 32674) on :
quote:Originally posted by feetluvr: My wife is proof that "love conquers all". As I've shared here before she had extremely ticklish feet and would not let me touch her feet from the time we started dating until 20-some years into our marriage when I told her about my foot fetish. As soon as I told her that I loved feet she started letting me do anything I wanted to her feet, except tickle them.
So true, if you love a woman properly she will almost always let you do anything within reason (sexually) and embrace it, along with tease you about it.
Posted by Spruce314 (Member # 35412) on :
Kind of off topic but a friend of mine falls into the "I hate feet" category. She has sent me a few pics with different nail polish colors and they actually aren't bad.
We haven't met in person but I have a feeling she would enjoy some rubbing/pampering as she said she had never had it done.
Posted by Fate111 (Member # 2627) on :
I've known a couple of women over the years who have fallen into that category. A friend of mine has a wife that is very much "anti-feet". I've known both of them for years and actually they both fall into that category. It's funny though because years ago, before she began going out with her now husband, I gave her a foot massage, along with a friend of hers, without any kind of protest after they were both wearing high heels and their feet hurt.
Another girl had an interest in me and we ended up going out for dinner and drinks at a place near where she lived. After hanging out for a few hours (not to mention after having a few drinks), she invited me back to her place. Once there, one thing led to another and she asked me if I could give her a massage. I told her it wouldn't be a problem. She then excused herself and, a few minutes later, came back into the room wrapped up in a towel and laid on the floor. I thought this was going to be the start of a really good adventure! There was definitely some sexual tension in the room as I began to massage her shoulders and work my way down her back. Her moans let me know that she was really enjoying it as I massaged, slowly removing the towel revealing her completely bare back. After finishing her back, I made my way to her thighs and legs and she continued to enjoy what I was doing. When I slowly made my way to her ankles and thought the fun was about to begin, she suddenly tensed up and said, "Don't massage my feet. I can't stand them being touched." Talk about a buzzkill! For some reason, it really ticked me off that I had wasted all that time getting close only to be denied. It wasn't long after she expressed her dislike of her feet being touched that I made up an excuse about how late it was getting and I had to get home. Not being able to at least massage her feet was a complete deal breaker for me and I wasn't about to hang around trying to convince her to let me touch them. That was the first, and last, time we ever went out.
Another girl I know said she didn't want me touching her feet because they were "very ticklish" when I offered to give her a foot massage. We didn't know each other too well at the time so I think she was a little uncomfortable with me offering to give her a foot massage after she said her feet hurt. I blew it off as no big deal when she said no. As time went on, we saw each other here and there in various social settings, began hanging out and, eventually became pretty good friends. Fast forward about 9 months later and she informed me that she was coming to the area I was living at the time to visit her sister. She asked if I was available to come hang out with her one evening and I ended up going to her sister's house, meeting her there and then going out for drinks at a local bar. We spent several hours there and, in the course of those several hours, we talked quite a bit about various things, including some personal stuff that we were both going through at the time. I had the sense that we had reached a deeper layer in our friendship during that conversation and I made up my mind that, if given the opportunity that night, I would try and give her a foot massage. This was going to be a trick in itself as she wasn't wearing heels so her feet didn't hurt, not to mention that it was in the middle of January and it was only about 30 degrees outside.
After closing the bar (not to mention getting a pretty good buzz), we drove back to her sister's house, which was only a few miles from the bar. Once there, she invited me into her sister's house and we went into the den area, which was downstairs from the rest of the house. She commented that it wasn't that warm in the den and proceeded to get a big blanket, which we both covered up in. After she sat down and spread the blanket out over us, I could tell she had reached down and pulled off the flats she was wearing. She then proceeded to put her legs up on the couch but didn't extend them fully, as this would have put her feet right in my lap. Sensing that I needed to make a move, I told her I didn't mind if she stretched out her legs onto my lap so that she could "get more comfortable". She happily agreed and I now had her socked feet in my lap. It was pretty dark in the den and she hadn't turned on any lights so there was only light from a streetlight coming in from a window. I ended up feeling around underneath the blanket looking for her feet as an excuse to touch them. As luck would have it, they were ice cold. I commented, "Wow! Your feet are really cold! Here, let me try and warm them up some." I then began to massage her feet through her socks. After a couple of minutes, I asked her if that was helping and she replied, "Yeah. It feels really good too." Getting the green light, I then said, "I think I know of a way to get your feet warmer quicker." With that, I proceeded to pull off her socks and began to massage her cold bare feet with my warmer hands. She replied by saying that felt even better than warming her feet with her socks on. I continued massaging her feet for awhile as we made small talk in the dark. At one point, I was busting on her and she hit me playfully with her foot. Remembering from the first time I had offered her a foot massage and she had turned me down, saying her feet were very ticklish, I proceeded to tickle her soles just to see how ticklish her feet really were as a way to get payback for her hitting me with her foot. She definitely was ticklish! I continued to tease her some more, alternating between massaging and tickling her feet. Then, I decided to go for it. I apologized in a mocking way for tickling her feet, lifted her feet from under the covers and started kissing her toes one by one. She was a little startled but didn't pull her feet away. I knew then it would probably be okay to suck on her toes so that's what I began doing. As I continued sucking on her toes, she got very quiet and, after awhile, I felt her kind of moving but it definitely wasn't the kind of movement in which she was pulling her feet away from me. I then realized the "movement" was coming from farther up her body. The toe sucking was getting her a little hot and bothered and she was squirming around on the couch. I spent the next hour or two sucking on her toes and licking her feet. We both ended up falling asleep eventually right there on the couch. I left in the morning after waking up. After that weekend, she emailed me during the week to let me know that she was blown away by what I had done to her feet and thanked me for the "massage". It wasn't long after that when she put two and two together and found out that I have a foot fetish and we became "(foot) friends with benefits". I would give her feet a good massage and then pamper them with my mouth and tongue, which she thoroughly enjoyed. In return, she would get me off with footjobs so it was a very good arrangement.
Posted by Toesucker85 (Member # 16795) on :
those are the types I stop talking to once they say "I don't like my feet touched"
Posted by Spotlight (Member # 25079) on :
I know them for about 9 seconds after I hear that.
Posted by Talos (Member # 39913) on :
I'm talking to this girl who I asked if she likes foot rubs and her response was "What girl doesn't?" lol I'm taking her on a date Monday, I think I got a keeper.
Posted by hyperion (Member # 39397) on :
Talos: Pretty common sentiment, I've found. Have fun. Also, your signature tagline is from something, but I forget what. Where's it come from?
Posted by Turm (Member # 1048) on :
Girl: I don't like my feet being touched...
Me: k bye
Posted by Martin28 (Member # 33094) on :
you have to find the right one...dont give up! but when you know new girl dont care about her feet - it will come later
Posted by Talos (Member # 39913) on :
quote:Originally posted by hyperion: Talos: Pretty common sentiment, I've found. Have fun. Also, your signature tagline is from something, but I forget what. Where's it come from?
She knows I'm a foot guy. One of my friends managed to bring that up and with a sly grin on her face she asked me if I liked to use lotion.
It's Doc Holiday's line from Tombstone. It basically means I'm the man your looking for. For instance, when Johnny Ringo was drunk in the street shouting if anyone had the guts to duel him. It's one of my favorite movies.