Feet 2.

     “Welcome back.”

     “Thanks for having me. Its really good to see you again.”

     “Likewise. We’ve had a lot of interest and positive feedback from our last interview, many have requested we have a follow up. Ready for round two?”

     “Lets do it. I’m so glad you brought those beautiful feet with you.”

     “I couldn’t find a feet sitter, so I had to bring them along.”

     “Not a problem.”

     “So how have you been?”

     “Well you know,  same old. Nothing really changes but the date.”

     “Any feet fun since we last spoke?”

     “Plenty.”

     “yeah?”

     “Oh hell yeah. I got friendly with a couple of girls at work who were very interested in exploring new experiences, now I’m seeing them both on a fairly regular basis.”

     “That’s great. You’ll have to tell me all about it.”

     “Absolutely.”

     “So the focus of today is just to get a little more insight to how you discovered this kink for feet, and maybe share some more of your early experiences.”

     “Ok.”

     “Then perhaps we can delve a little more into your philosophy about sexual fascination of feet. Can you tell us about the first time you noticed an interest in feet? Can you remember when it all started with you?”

     “Yes of course, there was an occasion many years ago, erm, I think I was around nine or ten perhaps. It was new Year’s Eve, I know that for sure. Back then my family usually had fairly big festive parties, the house full of people, basically the whole street celebrate together. The good old days. On this occasion, my older brothers had invited a bunch of their friends round, among them was a number of ladies, one of whom caught my attention in a way no other girl had ever done before. And this was only because she was wearing a tight black dress and black Sheer stockings. I know they were stockings cause the dress kept riding up. Anyway, from what I recall, she had a great set of pins and beautiful feet. For the whole night she was running around with her shoes off and I was strangely transfixed with her toes, just visible beneath the nylon. Every opportunity I got I had to get a good look and wonder why I was so preoccupied with her feet, I mean, she had great tits, but I was looking south For some strange reason.”

.    “Did she notice you looking?”

     “To be honest, I think she did, but she didn’t seem to mind. At one point I recall, it was nearly midnight, everyone was outside in the street ready for the countdown, she was on the couch in the kitchen dining area, clearly drunk and by herself. She was having a good time and I was alone with her for just a few minutes. Again my eyes were fixed on her legs n feet. This, I do believe, is what started my love for black stockings. I just could not stop staring at how beautiful and enchanting they were. Anyway, she seemed amused that this young boy was giving her so much admiration, and she raised her legs to let me get a good look. I also noticed she was wearing a rather skinny black thong which didn’t do much to conceal her dignity, but anyway.”

.    “Did she let you touch them?”

     “No. Unfortunately. She presented her nylon feet before me, stretched and wriggled her toes and I was hypnotised. I mean, I’d seen a naughty film before that day and I loved the topless girls on page 3 in the newspapers, but this was the first time I really felt the new emotion of desire. But, no sooner had she raised her legs when some of her friends came in to practically carry her outside for he countdown and the fireworks. She was so drunk she could barely walk. But, that brief experience left me with an impression that’s stayed with me forever.”

            “So was that literally the first time feet got your attention?”

            “I think it was the first time I paid full attention to a girls feet I can’t recall anything significant prior to that.”

            “Any other experiences?”

            “Well, remember last time we met, I told you about the girl in school who dressed more like a secretary, with a jacket, skirt and tan tights?”

            “Yes I do.”

            “Good. Well, now you’ve come back for more, I can tell you about another girl who gave me a most memorable experience at the same school at around the same time.”

            “lets hear it.”

            “Ok. Is that thing on?”

            “Yes, it’s recording.”

            “So, back to school once again. It was, I think, my penultimate year, moving toward summer break. By his time I had already established I had a, shall we say, an intimate interest for a girls lower extremities.”

            “Were you embarrassed about it?”

            “No, not really , I mean I thought it was weird, obviously, you know, boys at that age are obsessed with tits n bums, etc, I was drooling over toes n hose.”

            “Did you tell anyone about it?”

            “Absolutely not. I was an extremely antisocial kid at the time, not negatively, just really quiet n shy. Introverted. If anyone knew I was into feet I’d be bully bate for the rest of life. Anyway, this girl I knew gave me a fleeting experience that’s stayed with me ever since and I remember it fondly. Such a shame the whole thing was completely uneventful.”

            “Was she an early girlfriend?”

            “Sadly no, she was just someone I knew at the time. I did have something of a secret crush on her though.”

            “Does she have a name?”

            “Yes of course, but in the name of privacy I’ll call her by a different name. So for argument sake, I’ll call her, I d-know, Traci. Just plucking a name out of obscurity there. I knew a few Traci’s back then.

            It was mid afternoon, for some reason I was out of class heading up the stairwell. By chance, she was heading down in the other direction, so we stopped and had a little chat as we often did. Christ knows what we talked about but we were there a good few minutes. Through that time I couldn’t help looking a her legs. She was wearing a white shirt with black skirt and black tights. From what I recall she had quite a good figure and great legs. Clearly puberty was well underway at this time for both of us, she was developing nicely and I was looking at girls in a whole new way.

     Anyway, at this time in my life I was way too shy, especially with girls. There was no hope of me flirting or making the first move no matter how much I wanted to. I really liked Traci, but generally didn’t have the nerve to say so. On this day, however, things were a little different.

     We were talking alone in the stairwell, and I had a rare moment of courage. I interrupted the conversation by saying, ‘do us a favour? Take your shoe off.’ Without the slightest hesitation she simply slipped off her left shoe and raised her beautiful foot to me.”

     “What was that like for you?”

     “Oh my god, she was perfect.  What struck me in that moment wasn’t just the beautiful feet but the sheer willingness to comply with my weird request. Any other girl would have been creeped up or grossed out, but she was quite happy to just show me what I wanted to see.”

     “So did you do anything?”

     “Sadly no. You’re gonna start seeing a pattern here. It was only a fleeting moment. Had we had more time than maybe I would have been tempted.”

     “So what happened?”

     “One second I was getting an eyeful of the object of my desires right there in front of me, just like that previous new Year’s Eve, a perfect example of a beautiful female foot tucked inside a layer of black nylon, the next, someone entered the stairwell below and started running up. She put her shoe back on, said see you later and went about her business. I, however, went back to class quietly shaken by the experience.”

     “Did you have a boner?”

     “Hell yeah. I had to make a minor adjustment to my underwear to hide it. Fortunately no one ever noticed me anyway,  so, that was easy.”

     “What would you have done if you had the chance?”

            “I at least wanted to touch, feel the silky nylon stretched tightly over the shape and contours of her warm soft foot. Weather she would have let me press my lips to her toes, we’ll never know, but I’ve often fantasized.”

            “Any other occasions with her?”

“Yes, later that same day. It was home time, I was walking down the lane than ran along the outer edge of the school grounds, and she was heading up the other way. Again we stopped for another chat, sitting on top of two concrete pillars put there to stop vehicles going down the lane. Owing to my success on our previous encounter I asked her again to slip her shoe off. This time she removed her right shoe and there I was again. This time I was going to do it, I was gonna touch her foot,…”

“So what happened?”

“A friend of mine chased her away.”

“What?”

“Yeah. They didn’t like each other for some reason so he didn’t want me getting involved with her.”

“You must have been pissed off with him?”

“I wasn’t very happy about it, but fear not, there was a third and final encounter with this mysterious chick. I believe it was that following weekend, Saturday afternoon. I was at home, watching TV in my room when I had a visitor. She had come to call for me and I was pleasantly surprised to see her. So we went up to my room to hang out, and things got a little intimate.”

“Intimate?”

“I didn’t pop my cherry that day, it didn’t go that far, but we did end up laying on my bed cuddled up for a little while.”

“Was she wearing nylons?”

“No, sadly. T-shirt, jacket, jeans and inch high pink heels.”

“You must have touched her feet on this occasion, surely?”

“Nearly.”

“Oh come on.”

“Nearly. After cuddling up, in which I had my very first kiss, I decided to try my luck once more. I left her laying there comfortably while I shuffled down to the end of the bed. She still had her shoes on and by now I was eager to explore this bizarre fascination. Her shoes covered her toes but revealed her toe cleavage that made my tongue feel heavy. With my heart starting to pound, I was just about to slip her right heel from her foot,…”

“And?”

“She got up, gave me another kiss and said she had to get going.”

“You’re right, there is a pattern here. Did you ever see her again after that?”

“Sadly no. I mean, we met in passing a few times, but it wasn’t long after I had her in my room that she must have moved away. Damn. She could have been my very first in a number of ways. Clearly wasn’t meant to be.”

“That really sucks.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So when did you finally manage to indulge?”

“Catherine. A girl I knew in college. Damn she was fine.”

“Can you tell me a little about it?”

“Well, she was just a friend, one of those friends I somehow ended up having a lot of naughty sex with. And she was the girl who took my cherry in her shoes as well as her knickers.’’

“So how did you get her to take her shoes off?”

“… She needed a little persuasion, let’s  put it that way. She had a typical aversion to feet in general and didn’t like the idea of having them touched in any way. So I showered her with compliments, I mean she had great sexy feet, and I wanted her to enjoy the pleasures hey had to give. So one night she gave in and let me explore.”

“And what was that like?”

“For me, at long last, I had full access to finally get this urge out of my system and I went for it. She was fresh outta the bath, all clean n sweet, barefoot. She was on the couch, I was on the floor with her ankles over my shoulders. With her beautiful feet either side of my face I did everything I’d always wanted to do. She, however, was rather quiet. So I turned round to get to her toes from another angle, and the look of deep relaxed pleasure on her face spoke volumes to me about how much she was enjoying the experience.

I massaged and caressed her entire feet before kissing then licking her toes. The groan she gave when I slipped her toes into my mouth and suckled them one by one, then teased by wriggling my tongue between them was a clear indication she was hot for some action.”

“Did she get that action?”

“I ripped that bitch clean in half that night. Some of the best sex we’d ever had”

“What did she say about the experience?”

“From then on, her feet were part of our sexual exploits without question. With and without nylons. She often said, ‘I don’t know what you do to my feet but you put me on another world.’”

“So why did you both break up, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“We weren’t really together, to be honest. We were just having fun exploring our bodies. To be honest I’m surprised I didn’t get her pregnant a thousand times over. Sometimes we just got caught up in the flow of things and got carried away. Anyway, her father got a Job in the States so they moved there. I never saw her again.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, well, life.”

“Have you tried to find her on social media?”

“Yes, but, its been so long now she’ll have moved n with her life and I don’t wanna interfere.”

“What was her reaction when she learned you had desires for feet?”

“Ha, the subject came up by itself, actually. Part of the college grounds is an outdoor recreational area that had a series of walls of different lengths and heights. Some kind of art project I think, anyway, the students would often climb the walls and sit on top of them, even though they were told not to. One day she was sitting on one of those walls at such a height that her feet were my chest level. I’m six foot tall. That day she had a short skirt, bare legs and sandle flats. She was sitting there reading through a photography manual, just minding her own business, and dangling her sandals from her toes.”

“I bet that got your attention.”

“You bet. Her feet were just delicious. So I went up to join her to class and I couldn’t take my eyes off her feet. Especially after she dropped her sandals. She asked me to pick them up for her and place them back on her feet, instead I ended up stood there in a trance, observing those succulent toes, eager with the urge to touch them with my lips. I have no idea how long I was stood there like a zombie until she got my attention.

My face must have been as red as a tomato as I slid the sandals back onto her beautiful feet and she was pleasantly amused by what she observed. All the way to class I confessed to my fetish, made it clear I’d love to worship her feet, but at that time she wasn’t up for it at all.”

“Were you already fucking by this time?”

“Not yet, but it wasn’t long after that day.”

“Can you tell me about that?”

“Maybe another time.”

“Oh please?”

“I can’t give too much away at once, but I will say it was a weekend birthday party at a friend’s house, smuggled booze and an available bedroom.”

“You just wanna keep me coming back for more”

“Doesn’t every guy want cute chicks coming back for more?”

“Ill see if I can fit you into my future agenda.”

“Sounds good. Do you always have sex with your clients?”

“Not always. Only the really good ones.”

“I’m honoured.”

“My blog is all about real life experiences. If I don’t have the experience myself, then I interview those who have. I believe in realism and there nothing more real than life it self.”

“Fair enough.”

“Ok. Many of my readers, who are largely female, have asked, how do you approach the subject of feet fun with a new acquaintance? Apart from walls n stuff.”

“Personally, I’m just very direct. The shy old me is long gone and I’m very up front. I make it clear that if I like the look of her feet then I’ll just say so. She’ll either be up for it or not.”

“Why in your opinion are feet so sexualized? I mean, we’ve briefly touched on this in our last interview, but I was hoping to get a little deeper insight on it.”

“I wish I could tell you. I really do. I mean, with my fetish, a girl doesn’t have to be naked to get my sexual attention. All she has to do is remove the shoes, or dangle gem from her toes and I’m just as transfixed as if she’d suddenly lifted her top and showed me he tits.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as interested by the usual areas of her body like any normal man, it’s just I have this extra area to enjoy and many girls love having their feet handled in a sensitive way. It’s just that, her feet have the same effect and impact on me as do he tits, ass n pussy. You girls really know how to tease us and get us under your seductive spell. With guys like me you have an extra body part to play with. If Tracy had opened her shirt to expose her chest instead of slipping off her shoe, it would have had the exact same effect on me.”

“So are feet critical to your sexual fulfilment? Do they have to be involved for you to get off?”

“Absolutely not. I can have full sex without them. But I will say that, if for what ever reason I’m losing my rod, all I have to do is lick her arches, her toes, hug my face to her soles and boom. I’m back in business.”

“Which leads me to my next question, what part of the foot do you like the most?”

“Generally the whole thing, but I’m pretty much a toe man. Many fetishers love the arch, between the heel and the big toe, and that’s ok, a nice arch can be sexy, the problem is when looking at the inside of her foot you can only see the big toe. I prefer the outer side, sometimes called the blade, between the heel and little toe. On this side I can see all her toes.

During sex if I’ve got her feet either side of my face I love to lick her arches and suckle on the ball of her big toe before moving on to the toes themselves. Otherwise I like to suckle up her blades then devour her little toes. That always gets me hard. I love to nuzzle my nose to the underside of her toes whilst sucking the top of her soles, many girls love it when I wriggle my tongue between her toes, and all the time I’m stroking and caressing with my hands… Does that sound good? You’re biting your lip.”

“Am I?”

“Maybe I can demonstrate later.”

“I won’t say no to that.”

“Basically, the same way I devour her boobs with both my hands and mouth, i like to do the same to her feet, get my face between them and disappear.”

“Is it always the underside of the feet? Do you worship the top half?”

“Yes, I like to give her a good all rounder.”

“Have you ever had a foot-job before?”

“Yes many times, quite recently actually. That was a whole different experience.”

“Those girls from work?”

“That would be telling.”

“I can’t wait to hear about that.”

“If you’re lucky.”

“I’ve got all day.”

“We’ll see. Maybe. What else do your readers need to know?”

 “Can you tell us more about the mysterious footgasm? The biggest response was about how it happens and what’s the best way to achieve it?”

“Fist of all I’d say don’t expect it to happen. If she’s waiting for it to happen, chances are it won’t. It’s all up to the person delivering the attention to figure out a way to help her achieve it, and that in itself can be a lot of kinky fun. If she’s waiting for it to happen then clearly she’s not as relaxed as she needs to be, in my experience. To give her anything of an orgasm via careful feet stimulation requires a lot of care and attention from me, even then there’s no guarantee she’ll achieve it.”

“Ok, so how exactly do you go about it?”

“You should know, last time we met I gave you a suitable demonstration…. Don’t go all shy on me.”

“I’m still in the process of writing that up. Should hopefully be ready by the time this interview goes got.”

“I look forward to reading that.”

“I’ll let you know. For now can you take us through what you like to do?”

“I don’t wanna give all my secrets away, you never know who’s reading. A good lover is like a magician, he performs and leaves them awestruck, eager for more.”

“You must have handled a lot of feet over the years to learn the skills?”

“About four years ago I started studying massage which quickly lead me to reflexology, the subtle art of stimulating the feet via pressure points and massage techniques, and it’s here that I discovered the mystery of the footgasm. I obsessed over the topic for about a year, reading through endless blogs and discussion sites to see if anyone had discovered the secret to getting her off by her feet, strangely this exact information isn’t available but there’s numerous accounts of chicks who have experienced this strange phenomenon. There doesn’t seem to be a certain way to touch her feet to make her cum, there’s no secret button on her foot, so to speak. Theses girls came because they were in the right environment with the right person who happened to be handling their feet in the right kind of way for them to get a thrill out of it. And most accounts will say that it just happened.”

“So the more you try to make it happen the less likely it will?”

“In most cases it would seem that way. But I know I can make it happen. It all depends on the individual and the connection between them.”

“So what do you believe is happening when it does happen?”

“In a nutshell, I personally believe it all depends how horny she is at the time and how ready she is to receive pleasure from her partner. Many of he accounts I read about were from lesbians. Others were from girls who went for a foot massage  in a clinical environment and secretly got a buzz out of it.”

“Where are these clinics?”

“All over the world.”

“Darn it.”

“Personally, I believe that, how can I put it,… You girls can do something us guys usually can’t  do, in that you girls are capable of having spontaneous orgasms. And I believe that’s got a lot to do with it. Imagine your with a hot guy, your about to have sex, and the anticipation of the forth coming pleasure trips your nervous system and you just cum. It might not be an earth shattering experience, but it was an orgasm.”

“I think I’ve actually had that happen to me.”

“Yeah? Great.”

“I’m mostly straight, but I won’t say no to a really hot chick,-”

“Likewise.”

“It was my first real lesbian encounter, I was so nervous and excited that I clearly remember this tingling all through my body.”

“There you go. That was an orgasm, or if you like, a pregasm. Now imagine that sensation but only in your feet, and it travels from there trough your body. That, I believe, is a footgasm.”

“Wow. That’s what you did to me last time.”

“I rest my case.”

“But you did that deliberately. How did you do it?”

“Much of it was luck, but, through my studies I’ve learned that the whole nervous system is connected. The whole of the soles of our feet, both male and female, is loaded with nerve endings from the entire body. So when we walk, we basically massage the soles of our feet sending good vibes back to our organs. This is why a brisk walk always feels good, or if we’ve been up on our feet all day and they ache because they’ve been over stimulated plus having our body weight on them all day. So to get home and taking that weight off our feet it feels just as good as a brisk walk.

In reflexology, the foot is divided into zones and every area corresponds to particular organs, so there is a spot on the feet with a nerve directly linked to our genitals.”

“And you know exactly where that is?”

“Of course. Actually there’s three points. But the fascinating thing is, all the nerves from the feet join at the spine at the same point as the nerves from the genitals, and in the brain, the feet and genital centre are right next to each other. So its easy to see why many believe the feet can be used to trick the system and stimulate an orgasm.”

“So how often are you able to cause this strange method of pleasing a girl to happen?”

“I’ve done it a few times now. It doesn’t always work every time, but that’s mainly cause we get caught up in the sex. Satisfying my hunger for her feet n toes makes her ravenous for carnal cavorting.”

“Tell me about the first time you made a girl cum via her feet.”

“Catherine. After I persuaded her to Let me at her feet, I was massaging those beauties one afternoon, this was before I started studying massage and reflexology, by the way, so it was far from professional, we were having a lazy sexy day, I was taking my time and she started reacting as though she was having an orgasm. Initially I thought she was masturbating, but her hands were nowhere near her vital parts.”

“How do you know for sure she was cumming?”

“The way she was reacting, writhing slightly, her breathing, the way she moaned, yeah she was getting a buzz out of it. But she was the first between us to say, ‘what the fuck was that?’ So I asked, ‘did you just cum?’ She said, ‘yeah, I think I just did.’ But before I could repeat what I did, or figure out how I managed to do it, we ended up fucking live rabbits again. And that was the only time I achieved it with her.”

“Did you try to do it again?”

“We did try a couple of times, but I never managed it a second time with her. It did, though, spark my interest which lead me to study reflexology, thus I discovered it was an actual thing. I wanted to discover the secret real bad.”

“What kind of feedback have you had? How do they describe it?”

“It varies, it really depends on the individual, but, generally, they describe it as a mild orgasm, a pleasant tingling sensation. Sometimes its just in their feet, others described it as their feet somehow stimulated their clitoris. One girl said it was like she was being finger stroked by a ghost as I was working her feet.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, she was funny. You see the thing is, there’s actually two kinds of footgasm. One of them is more like a medical condition in comparison to a semi sexual experience. In my studies I was reading about one woman who was having regular explosions of intense tingling in her feet. She described it as being exactly the same sensation of having a clitoral orgasm, but, down there in her shoes, not her panties. It turns out she had a trapped nerve in her spine and when the nerve was triggered in certain ways, boom, her feet would explode.

Other cases are of woman, and sometimes men, who had an accident, or developed a nervous or neurological disorder that resulted in some kind of footgasm. Nerve damage causing disruption resulting in pleasure instead of pain in parts of the body that shouldn’t experience a sensation of that nature.”

“Fascinating.”

“In more tragic cases, men and women who have somehow lost their clitorises or bell end, so their bodies rewire another part to have the orgasm in place of the bit that’s no longer there.”

“I wish I could have an orgasm in other parts of my body.”

“Its not all fun and games. Many of the cases I studies were more of a hindrance than a pleasure as they had no control over the conditions, and it caused major disruption to their lives. However, have you heard of a tittygasm?”

“I have. Not had one yet but I’m always open to experimenting.”

“Cool. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Oh you volunteering?”

“We’ll see later.”

“Mr Confident.”

“As always.”

“Anyway, unfortunately we gotta wrap this up, so before we do I wanna ask you once again, why are feet so sexy?”

“Why is anything sexy to anyone with a fetish for that thing they find so sexy? Who knows, who cares, just enjoy it. Get it while you can.”

“Well, thank you one again, and I’m sure well be seeing each other in future.”

“I hope so.”

“So do I. I’ve really enjoyed these intriguing conversations. I’ve really learned a lot.”

“Well you know where to find me.”

“You wanna go get some lunch?”

“Are you on the menu?”

“Special offer.”