Although there is that general “odor” of feet, I believe that most people have their own unique foot odor. Many foot lovers, like myself, are practical connoisseurs of foot funk, pirates on the sea of ​​foot pleasure, looking to sniff out the spoils of foot stink the world over. Some foot stinks are subtle and some are downright watery; either way, it sure paints a stupid grin on my face. My latest fantasy is a girl coming home from the gym, wearing her own old shoes and the same socks she’s worn, and therefore sweated on, for years. She’d kick off her wet, dirty slippers, she’d sit on the couch to watch some TV, and force me to be her human footstool. She could smother my face with her stinky feet. She would immerse me in the sweaty, stinky scent of her for hours, she would inhale it deeply and then pull me away from her with that fragrance lingering wet on my skin.

My experience in podiatry treatments is very extensive. I have bought socks, shoes, toenail clippings and even peped egg shavings from girls online. I have undergone numerous live foot worship sessions, which included everything from a light foot massage to intense foot gagging. I love everything. Yes, I’m a certified foot freak and while the foot site alone is enough to get me going, it’s the scent, that lovely cheesy bouquet of foot funk that I really adore. Sometimes I dream of working in a shoe store. I could put women’s shoes on and off all day. I’d be in smelly nirvana, sneaking into the back room to smell the toes that had just brushed against a big, sweaty foot. But I’m pretty sure I’d get fired, and so I’ve never tried to fulfill that fantasy.

One thing I love about foot worship is the power the woman feels during the experience. A woman with her feet in my face is more convincing than a robber with a gun in my face. Show me your fingers and I’ll be all yours, doll. Women can feel smug having so much influence and authority over me during a foot worship session, but I’m thrilled with it. I used to be embarrassed or embarrassed about my love of soles, but some femdom helped me get over my embarrassment and now I willingly indulge my foot craze. And why shouldn’t it? Life is short, right? So what if the musty vinegar smell of a woman’s beautiful feet turns me on? I wish everyone could be cool and open about their fetishes, even though the world might be a very different place!

I have become so immersed in the foot fetish scene that I have almost forgotten that there are people out there who are not aware of such a thing. This ignorance allows me to get a couple of sneaky spikes, say, on the bus. Summer, flip flops, pedicures, oh my! I could long admire a fresh French pedicure from afar and the innocent girl on the bus would probably think she was just tired, lost in thought after a long day at work. Little does she know that I’m imagining myself popping each of her dainty toes into my eager mouth! For those women keen enough to identify and exploit my foot fetish, more power to them.

I have divulged my fantasies, revealed my adoration for all things foot related. Foot worship varies widely, from tickling to licking, sucking to fucking, and sniffing to rubbing. And now, for all you foot lovers out there, I’d like for others to share their weirdest foot fantasies. What is your favorite loud foot funk?