I've been indelibly linked to a few fetishes: tickle torment (it's a bit of a paradox but I'm painfully ticklish) and vore (recurrently abducted by girl-hungry chefs, I'm perpetually stripped and popped in the oven or pot). But I'm drawing a sort of bond with feet; whenever I'm tied and tickled, my feet are absolutely indispensable to the venue. And whenever I'm prepared on a platter, my feet are oiled and marinated! Hence, I share all of the adulation for feet; they're a critical component of my research and personal/professional life. Hope I'm not becoming overly obsessed but the heat wave has prompted a rather tantalizing panache: the dry grass tickles my feet and a rare, raw wind penetrates my bellybutton (yeah, my deep navel is equally sensitive). At any rate, thanks for your attention and I appreciate your insight...
