Confessions of a Foot Fetishist
A day in the life of foot fetishist. I get up to all sorts of mischief.
It was a hot summer’s day. I left the office for my lunchtime break, sweating like a pig and feeling hornier than a dog in heat. I unfastened the top three buttons of my worktop in an attempt to release some heat from my torso. Jesus, the heat was stifling; I’m not used to the hot weather, being from the north of England, but I was going to make the most of it before the day was out. I made a quick visit to the kebab shop...
