Feet Love

 Many years of shame surround the fact that I really, truly love other women's feet. My fixation was evident since I was a child, not in a sexual connotation at first (and even still my fascination crosses boundaries) but in a clear, obsessive curiosity, a sense that they were somehow special, and a desire to touch, view, and examine them. Years of development, intimacy and maturation later and this is still a hallmark of my deepest love for others. It's become much more exclusive now, sure I love erotic art of feet or seeing them in porn and stuff, but unless I really care for someone, I don't come to obsess and fret over their feet in the same way. 

My passions being able to positively impact the women around me is its own reward, and with my relationships largely involving other trans women there is a consistent pattern wherein I see a woman realize that this part of her body had been neglected, she had accumulated either subconscious or conscious dysphoria and insecurity around them. Seeing that all melt away when I kiss her soles with passion is positively narcotic. Being able to care for her feet as though they were their own person is as rewarding as it is silly. There's always a mixture of play and total sincerity from me in that regard, and I think something as embarrassing as loving feet demands a high amount of sincerity to make it work, to feel rewarded by its continual practice.

 

I'll never know exactly what it is that makes me this way. There's always the superficial explanation that feet are just hot: their curves, their figure, the softness, the scent. But the passion goes beyond this, it's also about caring for something vulnerable, neglected, somewhere sensitive and under treated, rendering warmth and unbridled attraction to somewhere unexpected. I also just think there's something gratifyingly playful about feet; they always have their own personality, their own mischievousness, there is just nothing like having a woman have you chase her feet around. Of course there's the opposite dynamic as well. Nothing compares to the implicit, loving degradation of having a woman press her foot right onto your face, to push you around a little, to have you make out with her sole and kiss her toes. When you're devoted to someone, nothing else is the same. 

Loving feet this way is about kink, but it's more than that to me, it's about something fundamental in the way I desire intimacy with others. I'm not simply a 'fetishist,' I'm a real foot lover, through and through. I want to share that with the women I love, and it's a fundamental part of what makes me myself. I pray simply that the women I love will allow this, and perhaps have something transformed in themselves as a result.