This is a pretty Interesting Article about dating a foot fetishist, actually, from a foot fetishist’s point of view! What do you think?
I thought that THIS ARTICLE was very thought provoking, regarding the simple foot fetish, seen from a woman’s point of view. Foot Whore’s Take Notice!
When I go down there, on my knees, looking up at the feminine vision of fetishistic perfection, I see God. I bow before her, stripped of everything. My hands tremble as I take off her shoe, I hear the suction of sweat meeting air. I breathe her in. All of her hopes, all of her fears, every single thing that she wants to be in her life, transmitted by her sweat. Sometimes, sweet, sometimes stale. I see her for all that she is.
I feel like if I can accept her for what she is, that she could also possibly accept me for who I am… A Modern Day Foot and Pantyhose Fetishist. Just willing to serve her from my soul. I have had a foot fetish since I was a child, you see. It is a difficult path sometimes, sometimes, it is a rewarding path with no measure from which to judge the gifts that I receive through body contact. Having a Pantyhose and Stocking Fetish is a graduation from my foot fetish and the two combined make me a woman worshipper. A sweat slave. Not for just any woman mind you. But only the pinnacle of perfection. Much like someone would only date the hottest women around the proximity of their normal day to day lives.
As for me, I revel in it. I see no need to rush into a relationship as I already have everything in my life that I could possibly need. I feel, when I breathe them in that I become one with them. That I travel inside of them and them inside of me. My hands, the direction indicators, my tongue, the prose that I have no human words for… I feel closer, more bonded to them if that makes any sense. Woman is my beacon for sanity in this world full of not enough handholds or floatation devices…
