Will be visiting Twin Cities for work in October.  I know a number of girls note they partake in foot fetish.  But,  who out there. Really enjoys it?  
   
 Thanks!

I was 19 years old.  Just two months after losing my virginity.  I lived in Rochester (was new to the city) and worked at a local grocery store in the bakery.  I would often pick over time hours by working the overnight, baking donuts and rolls for the next day, shift.    
 I had no idea, no concept at all about "hobbying" or "p4p" or any of that kind of thing.  I just knew I'd grown up very repressed sexually in a "religious" private school.  I must have given off a type of horny and wanting to try anything energy.  
   
 My manager at the bakery started offering my rides home, even though I only lived a few blocks away.  One early morning he began to tell me about the dissatisfaction in his marriage.  I asked him (because I was genuinely curious) "what would make you satisfied?"  
   
 And he told me he has a foot fetish.  Well what did I know back then about fetishes?  Nothing.    
 "What is a foot fetish?"  
   
 He told me, "Just fantasy, just hypothetical....  what if, say....  I told you that I would give you my full pay check for the week, if you would let me slide your shoes off right now, sniff your shoes after you've worked in them all night.  Let me suck on your socks while they are still on your feet and then let me pull them off with my lips.  What if I told you I want to suck in each toe, wrap my tongue in between your toes.  I want you to place both your feet on my face and let me smell the essence of you.  I want you to rub my crotch with your feet and press in on my balls.  I want to smell them, lick them..."  
   
 He was getting so excited that his face was turning beet red.    
   
 I listened.  I opened my car door.  I said goodnight.  And that night I masturbated and came the hardest I think I have ever cum with masturbation.  I squirted.  I was so turned on and had no idea why.    
   
 The next shift, I told him.....  I'll do it.  
   
 I think I'll have to save that experience for my blog.    
   
 The next story happened just a couple years ago.  I've been living a civie life for the past five years.  I've been going to college and I'm also in a ToastMasters group.  In ToastMasters we give impromptu speeches, prompted by a topic that that the Head ToastMaster brings to the table.  It's called Table Topics.  
   
 One topic was, "Your idea of Paradise".  I was picked on to speak.  
   
 I spoke about what was on my mind at the time.  I gave a speech about massage, about being a massage therapist, but also a massage enthusiast.  I said, "My idea of paradise is finding male hands that are strong and skilled and deep; about finding a man who really knows how to give a good massage."  Etc...  
   
 That evening, one of the men in the ToastMaster's group approached me and asked me to lunch the next day.    
   
 We met at a local eatery and he wined me and dined me.  Then leaned in and asked me, "Would you ever consider allowing a man to massage your feet?"  
   
 "What would that look like?" I asked.  See, I was much older, wiser, hornier, and had been a sensual massage therapist prior to that for seven years.  No one in this town knows about my past.  But, I'm pretty sure that kink can spot kink!  
   
 He said, "I would invite you in to my house.  Offer you a glass of wine.  Ask you to sit in my recliner.  I would bring out a wash basin full of hot sudsy water.  I would wash your feet, thoroughly, tenderly.  Then I would lick each drop of water off your smooth wet skin.  I would rub oil into your feet and knead them and lick them and press my hands into them.  I would squeeze your heels, and put each of your toes into my mouth.  I would run my hands up and down your calves and cup your ankles in my hands.  I would spend hours just rubbing oil into your feet.  You wouldn't do anything.. just drink wine, close your eyes, relax."    
   
 Heh!  Now that this post is so long, I suppose I'll have to save the rest of that experience for my blog as well.    
   
 But, man, there is just something spectacular and exceptionally sensual about feet.  I feel taken care of when I get a foot massage.  I feel protected and some how more trusting toward a man who knows his way around my feet.