I prefer legs. I’m fired up by numerous other areas of the body too—pretty much most of them in reality. Nonetheless it’s my unabashed fondness for legs who has garnered probably the most remarks from lovers. Some are bemused because of the amount of attention we give their trotters, while some are pleased to own their feet and soles sniffed and kissed. At the least two lovers have actually also remarked that my reverence has aided tamp down feelings they’d harbored about their foot being unsightly for some reason. Admittedly, personally i think very good about this.
Other people but, despite my adoration, have actually admitted experiencing self-conscious about rubbing their legs all over my face. A couple of have actually refused, point-blank, to amuse my needs either on grounds that they’ve been too ticklish to withstand my ardor or that I’m an incorrigible intimate deviant whose foot-based perversions shall never be humored to their time. Continue reading “My Obsession With Feet May Be Traced Back Once Again To a Single Teenage Encounter”