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Posted by Ella Ford (Member # 49716) on :
 
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What is your first memory of your fetish?

I had a teacher in elementary school, I must have been six or seven. Miss Hudson. She was young, fresh, different from all the other teachers. And she always, always, always, wore pantyhose... some days it was black, others it was tan. Sometimes she wore low heeled pumps, sometimes she wore open sandals.

I remember I had a seat by the front of the room and I'd stare at her feet for endless minutes as she sat on the front of her desk, swinging her legs back and forward, feet crossed together. Sometimes - some wonderful, precious times - she would flick her shoe off and hold it on her toes and I'd see inside at her arch, her sole, the cute line of her toes.

I was too young for it to be a sexual attraction, but it was an obsession nonetheless. I often wonder if that was where my fetish began or whether Miss Hudson just fed an existing condition?
 

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Posted by aka.footjoyboy (Member # 32751) on :
 

 

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Posted by feetiesandtoes (Member # 32674) on :
 
Mom's friends came over and always had their toenails painted and were barefoot. I was a dead duck from a young age. 5, 6 7...somewhere around there.
 

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Posted by Fair Adam (Member # 13350) on :
 
My tiny neighbor from down the street, who was very pretty, dark skinned and had amazing, high arched feet, which were probably no larger than size 4, and she kept in flip flops pretty much constantly.
 

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Posted by Ella Ford (Member # 49716) on :
 
I have to confess, I feel kind of debilitated when I'm around other women wearing flip flops... there are very few other body-part fetishes where the object of your obsession is so routinely on display!
 

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Posted by Meshington (Member # 51122) on :
 
I recall looking at girls feet in school when I was a child, particularly when we had to take our shoes off for anything, but it didn't connect in my head as being something sexual until I discovered foot porn in my teens.
 

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Posted by 5thgear (Member # 46148) on :
 
Kindergarten teacher took her heels off and walked around in stockings. Around 2nd grade there was a girl I was crushing on that wore flats. She took one off one day and I felt really good and liked it.
 

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Posted by longhitter04 (Member # 2391) on :
 
This question is easy to answer. The memory is imprinted in my mind. Don't think I will ever forget it... had such a huge impact on me. Was about 7 years old at the time.

My mother had a bunch of her friends over at the house and they were making these decorations for some sort of wedding or bridal shower event. Most of the women were seated at the dinner table putting together these decorations. One of the women was seated at the kitchen table wrapping ribbons or something.

Our kitchen table was sort of a large nook in the corner of the room adjacent to the living room. It was a slight step down table in the corner of the room with a long seating bench on one side, and chairs on the other sides. I used to set up this racetrack I had under the kitchen table due to the fact that it as recessed and allowed me to prop the tracks through table legs and chairs, etc.

So I'm sitting under the table playing with racetrack, and this friend of my mother sits at the kitchen table to start working. She sits cross legged with her foot dangling just a couple short feet away from me. She's wearing these black and white checkered capri pants, with black nylons. I remembered being COMPLETELY entranced by her foot, and she's sort of slightly swinging her foot back and forth.

I distinctly remember wanting to reach out and touch her foot, but I didn't. What I did instead was sort of move closer to her foot while she was moving it around in hopes of it making contact with me, which it did. She notices and sort of starts playfully nudging me and trying to tickle me with her foot. I start tickling back and she proceeds to sort of playfully pin me down with her feet. I'm now on my back and she has both of her feet on my chest/stomach. She then playfully says something along the lines of me being her footrest, as she does she little rub for a few seconds and stops.

I remember this overwhelming and incredible feeling coming over me. Something which I had never experienced before. Sort of like being in a trance. I also distinctly remember wanting to feel her feet on my crotch more than anything in the world, which obviously didn't happen. If I close my eyes, I can picture her feet and EXACTLY how they looked in the black nylons.

When my wife and I were dating, she had asked me this question as well... and I told her. She thought it might be a fun role play to re-enact the scene with a different, more "adult oriented" outcome. However, I thought it would be foolish to sit under a table as a grown man.

Funny how that memory in so ingrained into me. Looking back, it's interesting to think about how such benign actions and happenings can affect another person and influence them so drastically.
 

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Posted by Ella Ford (Member # 49716) on :
 
That was a great story, longhitter04
 

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Posted by luvstockingfeet (Member # 51368) on :
 

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Originally posted by Bondo:
Honestly, I can't remember taking a fascination to feet until after hitting puberty. How odd. I do, however, remember how seeing someone get tickled was oddly intriguing. But again, the tickling fetish didn't solidify until I hit puberty.

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Originally posted by longhitter04:
This question is easy to answer. The memory is imprinted in my mind. Don't think I will ever forget it... had such a huge impact on me. Was about 7 years old at the time.

My mother had a bunch of her friends over at the house and they were making these decorations for some sort of wedding or bridal shower event. Most of the women were seated at the dinner table putting together these decorations. One of the women was seated at the kitchen table wrapping ribbons or something.

Our kitchen table was sort of a large nook in the corner of the room adjacent to the living room. It was a slight step down table in the corner of the room with a long seating bench on one side, and chairs on the other sides. I used to set up this racetrack I had under the kitchen table due to the fact that it as recessed and allowed me to prop the tracks through table legs and chairs, etc.

So I'm sitting under the table playing with racetrack, and this friend of my mother sits at the kitchen table to start working. She sits cross legged with her foot dangling just a couple short feet away from me. She's wearing these black and white checkered capri pants, with black nylons. I remembered being COMPLETELY entranced by her foot, and she's sort of slightly swinging her foot back and forth.

I distinctly remember wanting to reach out and touch her foot, but I didn't. What I did instead was sort of move closer to her foot while she was moving it around in hopes of it making contact with me, which it did. She notices and sort of starts playfully nudging me and trying to tickle me with her foot. I start tickling back and she proceeds to sort of playfully pin me down with her feet. I'm now on my back and she has both of her feet on my chest/stomach. She then playfully says something along the lines of me being her footrest, as she does she little rub for a few seconds and stops.

I remember this overwhelming and incredible feeling coming over me. Something which I had never experienced before. Sort of like being in a trance. I also distinctly remember wanting to feel her feet on my crotch more than anything in the world, which obviously didn't happen. If I close my eyes, I can picture her feet and EXACTLY how they looked in the black nylons.

When my wife and I were dating, she had asked me this question as well... and I told her. She thought it might be a fun role play to re-enact the scene with a different, more "adult oriented" outcome. However, I thought it would be foolish to sit under a table as a grown man.

Funny how that memory in so ingrained into me. Looking back, it's interesting to think about how such benign actions and happenings can affect another person and influence them so drastically.

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Originally posted by luvstockingfeet:
Someone mentioned did these experiences start our fetish or did it just ignite something that was already existing?

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That's a great question.

I personally think something triggers the kink, meaning it was probably always with you.

I guess it comes down to the argument of nature vs. nurture. Were you born with it, or did it develop. My guess is the former... at least in my case.
 

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Posted by Nylon Toe Sucker (Member # 21491) on :
 
I was 5-6 years old(1966), I remember I wrote I Like Feet On the Palm of my Hand and there's been no looking back, lol!
 

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Posted by BareSoles84 (Member # 45910) on :
 
My earliest memories date back to being drawn to my grandmother's nylon covered feet as a toddler, which then of course turned into noticing the feet of my female classmates once I entered grade school.

Ironic, because I now at the moment have utterly no attraction to nylon covered, nor mature feet.
 

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Posted by Ella Ford (Member # 49716) on :
 
Nylons vs no-nylons is an interesting one...

In the limited sample of my readers, I find that my male readers (who form the vast majority) mostly prefer nylons on feet. My trans readers, of which I have a surprisingly large amount, are 100% nylon lovers and love to wear nylons themselves. While my (sadly) very rare female readers are barefoot lovers only.

Anecdotally, as a foot loving lesbian, I've never encountered another girl who loves feet in pantyhose as much as I do. And goodness knows I've looked!

I wonder why the difference...
 

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Posted by CFTS (Member # 45969) on :
 
It really started in school, when i was 5 or 6 years old. We had to draw the outline of the persons feet, who was sitting next to us on paper. Good thing i sat next to a girl.

She had the same age i had. I still remember that, while i guided the pen around her feet, that i touched her feet more than necessary, because even before i got enrolled in school, i always found feet interesting for some reason. I even sniffed at the pen, when i was done.
 

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Posted by Plastercast to thank (Member # 827) on :
 

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Originally posted by Ella Ford:
https://i.imgur.com/i4ikXG9.jpg

What is your first memory of your fetish?

I had a teacher in elementary school, I must have been six or seven. Miss Hudson. She was young, fresh, different from all the other teachers. And she always, always, always, wore pantyhose... some days it was black, others it was tan. Sometimes she wore low heeled pumps, sometimes she wore open sandals.

I remember I had a seat by the front of the room and I'd stare at her feet for endless minutes as she sat on the front of her desk, swinging her legs back and forward, feet crossed together. Sometimes - some wonderful, precious times - she would flick her shoe off and hold it on her toes and I'd see inside at her arch, her sole, the cute line of her toes.

I was too young for it to be a sexual attraction, but it was an obsession nonetheless. I often wonder if that was where my fetish began or whether Miss Hudson just fed an existing condition?

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Originally posted by Ella Ford:
Nylons vs no-nylons is an interesting one...

In the limited sample of my readers, I find that my male readers (who form the vast majority) mostly prefer nylons on feet. My trans readers, of which I have a surprisingly large amount, are 100% nylon lovers and love to wear nylons themselves. While my (sadly) very rare female readers are barefoot lovers only.

Anecdotally, as a foot loving lesbian, I've never encountered another girl who loves feet in pantyhose as much as I do. And goodness knows I've looked!

I wonder why the difference...

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