Erotic Confessions of a Foot Fetishist

The life story of a foot fetishist. His beginnings in adolescence admiring women's feet and how his obsession evolved until his late thirties.

by Samuel Night

I am a man with a foot fetish. I am currently 35 years old, and my fetish began when I was 13.

When I was a child, feet disgusted me. I hated fat and old ladies who wore sandals. I wondered how it was possible for them to be allowed to wear sandals with such horrible feet. Most feet seemed hideous to me and made me nauseous. But sometimes I would see some feet that seemed beautiful; those, instead of causing disgust, filled me with admiration.

It was in my early teenage years, I remember it clearly, that my sexual attraction to feet began. I was at a friend's beach house, and there was a magazine on current events and entertainment on the table. On one page, there was a photo of Lorena Baluarte, a TV presenter. She was a beautiful woman with green eyes, long brown hair, a somewhat long nose, and a good body. She was lying on her back with her head lifted, supported by her hands, and her legs bent, showing the soles of her feet. At that moment, something clicked in my brain. Those soles seemed to me the most erotic thing in the world. That led me to start looking for similar photos. Every time I saw a newspaper, magazine, advertisement, or movie, I was on the lookout to see if any woman showed her feet, especially hoping they would be beautiful. What I liked the most was seeing the sole; that's what attracted me.

A few years passed before I started searching for photos of models showing their feet on the internet. Images I began to use to masturbate with vigor. While looking at those photos, I imagined massaging those feet and sucking their toes. My disgust for non-beautiful feet had significantly decreased, and my attention to beautiful feet had increased.

I remember at fifteen, there was a family gathering. My cousin Isabela was wearing sandals. We were having lunch at a transparent table. I spent the time eating, silently, looking through the glass at her beautiful feet. And that night, I masturbated vigorously thinking about my cousin's feet. It was shortly after that I discovered the term "foot fetishism" and that there was a porn genre dedicated to it.

I had never searched for "feet" in porn search engines because I imagined it didn't exist. But I was intrigued when, watching a porn on TV late at night, there was a moment, for a brief instant, where the guy licked the woman's feet. I was surprised because I thought I was the only one with this type of attraction on Earth. Then, one day, just playing around, I typed "feet" into one of these sites and discovered there was an entire, and large, category dedicated to foot lovers. It was a feast. I had never enjoyed porn so much as that day. Feet, feet, feet. I couldn't believe it: lesbians licking each other's feet, foot masturbation, feet in the face... It was impressive. It still is.

Then... my fetish deepened.

I lost my virginity at 18 with a woman seven years older than me. We dated for a month. With her, I had passionate and pleasurable sex. She was slim, quite pale, and had brown hair. I remember her pretty, somewhat protruding eyes. She sucked my penis well. One night, while we were in a sleazy hotel, full of fear, I grabbed her feet and brought them close to my penis. Then, I recall with a sense of humor, my penis got extremely hard. It erected like it never had before. I've always had good, long-lasting, hard erections, but it got super erect. It erected, one could say, to its maximum expression. It grew more than usual. It was like I had a superhuman level of excitement. Even she was surprised. She told me she had never seen a penis erect like that and begged me to put it in. What I didn't tell her was that it was because of her feet.

That was the first real interaction I had with a woman's feet, but not the last.

The next woman I slept with, I confessed my foot fetish, and to my surprise, she didn't judge me. In fact, she let me suck them and masturbate with them. For me, it was a dream come true. She thought it was odd but allowed me to satisfy myself with her feet. That second relationship was also short, but it taught me that I could have sexual relations involving feet.

Before moving on, I should also mention that my foot fetish wasn't just with women's feet but also with my own. I found it sexual to walk barefoot. By the time I was sixteen, while masturbating, I would rub my feet together. I also liked to massage my own feet. Between my first and second girlfriend, a couple of times, I did something truly scandalous, something that if I had been caught, I would have been arrested by the police. Quite drunk, walking home late at night, in the passageway of an upscale area, I stopped in front of a beautiful house's door, took off my shoes and socks, put my feet on the ground, pulled down my pants, and masturbated. I ejaculated on the door. This happened three times. The third time wasn't in front of a house door but with my feet on the grass in a park. Looking back now, I see it was the madness of alcohol, but also a demonstration of exhibitionist tendencies and my thing with feet.

When I was in my twenties, I started seeing prostitutes and discovered something called tantric massages, where a naked woman gives you a mediocre massage, then lies down, and you can touch her; there was some sexual interaction but no penetration or oral, just handjobs with breasts and stuff like that. Honestly, I didn't like going on many dates because I only wanted sex, not a connection. One afternoon, I remember thinking... aren't there prostitutes specialized in feet?

I searched in my city, and no, there weren't precisely foot prostitutes, but I found out that some of these tantric masseuses included feet in their services. I remember going to one I contacted online. I went up some stairs to the third floor. On my way up, I crossed paths with a cute, petite girl with short hair who smiled at me flirtatiously. When I entered the tantric massage apartment, I was surprised to see that she was the girl who would attend to me. She had beautiful feet. I still remember that, naked, she sat in front of me and gave me the best footjob of my life. Excellent technique. Just remembering it gets me hard. Other times when I went to tantric masseuses, they didn't know how to give good footjobs, and I only satisfied myself by sucking their toes, but only if they were pretty.

When I went to a true foot prostitute, it was in Europe. By then, I was 26, and thanks to a scholarship, I went to study a master's degree in Barcelona. There, people are much more libertine and kinky. I found, indeed, foot prostitutes. I made an appointment. A woman attended to me who wasn't bad-looking but not very attractive either; her feet weren't particularly attractive but not bad. That was my most sublime foot experience of all. She was dressed, and the rule was I could do whatever I wanted with her feet, nothing else. I started by licking them. Then I put them on my face. Next, I undressed and ran them over my body. Especially, I placed them on my chest. The sensation of those soles on my chest has stayed pleasantly in my memory. I began to masturbate with them and then remembered the sensation feet on grass gave me. So I put the sole of my feet against the sole of hers, and I felt extreme pleasure. She masturbated me with her feet again. And the session ended with her feet on my face while I masturbated until ejaculation. It was glorious.

Then I returned to my country. I had other girlfriends; one was a sadomasochist with whom I did crazy things that aren't relevant to mention because they relate to sexual experiences of a different kind. The notable thing with that girl was, naked, one day I started licking her feet, and suddenly I began to feel something strange. She too started licking my feet! What a beautiful experience. I hold that sensation in my heart.

As a man, I'd say I have fine feet, almost feminine. I like my own feet. A couple of times, I've been told they look good. A couple of times, I even sat in front of a mirror, lifted my feet, and masturbated while looking at my soles.

In recent years, I've been somewhat bicurious. Not gay, but bicurious. I wouldn't have sex with a man, but I've experimented online. I joined one of those cam sites where you can see each other, and if you don't like it, you move on. I spent a couple of hours until I found a delicate-looking guy who told me he also liked feet, and we masturbated together, naked, showing our feet on cam. I've done this about five times, but I confess it bores me; it takes too long, too much effort.

Currently, I live with my girlfriend. I've told her part of my foot experience. She finds it somewhat amusing. Of course, I've told her a softened version of my foot experience. She says I'm a bit crazy, but she has allowed me to masturbate with her feet sometimes, even to ejaculate on them.

Now, the foot topic has decreased. I'm not as interested in them as before, and of course, I prefer a nice ass, good breasts, a good figure, a pretty face. Looking back, I wonder about the origin of my fetish. I've researched, and science suggests that in some people's brains, the area for feet and sexuality are interconnected.

Now, my sexuality is quite common and ordinary, though sometimes I masturbate watching foot porn, very occasionally, and every couple of months, I go for regular massages to get a foot massage; it's a bit erotic and quite relaxing for me.

Today is Tuesday morning. It's quite sunny. On my screen, there's a celebrity news page where an image of Kristen Stewart showing her feet appears. An image that inspired me to write this text.

I sip the hot green tea beside me and wonder what my future with feet will be.