Something About Feet, I Don't Know
Just can't beat them feet.
Preferences, proclivities, and kinks. Whether they are mainstream or rare, subtle or gross, or gentle lovey-dovey to rough and nasty, they're part of us. This is the tale of when I embraced my foot fetish. I had developed it casually over time but didn't share it with anyone for fear of being labeled a freak. Today my freak flag flies like a motherfucker, bitch. (Sorry, stoned)Not entirely sure where it started, but I kno...