Arches, heels and toes: the delicious torment of being a foot lover

Men whose sexual proclivities lie within the vanilla realm can go about their daily lives without being exposed to naked women on the train, at work, in the park and so on. Even when they do come across the objects of their desire scantily clad such as at the beach or in a club, they are expected to look, to appreciate, and even to be aroused, though the latter should not be too obvious. The foot lover on the other hand can hardly step out into public without looking downward and seeing the objects of his desire, nonchalantly going about their business, completely oblivious to the torment the curved arches, rounded heels, delicate ankles, and deliciously cute toes are causing him. What is a foot aficionada to do when his co-worker crosses her legs and lets her stiletto dangle precariously from her toes as she arches her foot to keep it there? How can he possibly look at the spreadsheet with such distractions?

An office striptease.

Of course while his vanilla counterparts pay for strip clubs to take a peek, our foot lover, especially in the warmer months, gets to see pretty feet in sandals, flip-flops, high heels, and even bare for free. But still, the foot lover must practice subtlety because despite the Duchess of York’s toe sucking escapades and Tarantino’s obvious love for women’s feet, the foot fetish remains just that, a fetish, and not something the mainstream are yet comfortable with.

I wonder how many shoe salesmen are foot lovers?

What a shame it is that foot lovers who only want to caress, rub, kiss, lick and suck – activities which surely would feel pleasant to the recipient, or at the very worst, just ticklish – are treated like they are sick perverts. A man who leers at a woman’s chest, or pinches her bottom, or who enjoys looking at close-up shots of vaginas in porn is considered normal and understood. Yet if the same man asked a woman to take off her shoes so he could kiss her arches, she’d probably turn him down, as if a foot fetish means he has a secret collection of feet lining his cellar walls or something.

Let me interject here and say that a man who can only derive sexual pleasure from feet and is not interested in pleasuring any other parts of the woman is probably not going to appeal to many women. That kind of man may indeed end up paying for the privilege. However, a man who can give her feet a soapy bath, massage and caress them, lick her clitoris with as much care and gusto that he licks her toes, who can enjoy intercourse while simultaneously sucking on her toes, who can love her from head to toe… well, he’s a keeper.