That's how my admiration for feet was born!

Ages ago, when I worked in the city center at 17 years old, I would take the bus every day at the same time. It was quite masturbatory (and I still am) and I would look at women of any age (the same today). There was a female passenger on my bus route who caught my attention. From September to March, we commuted daily. She was a woman around 35 years old, brunette with well-cared skin, but her feet were what really drew me in. She wore open-toed shoes and always painted nails, which changed color every week, had an earring on the middle toe of her right foot, and bird tattoos on her left foot, long and slender toes, marked tendons. It was clear she took care of them at a spa or something similar. That unknown woman, whom I never spoke to but often gazed at, sparked a fetish in me that I still maintain today - female feet. But not just any feet. I like well-groomed, aesthetic feet with details, tattoos, and painted nails. I enjoy the woman who takes care of her feet and shows them off because they're an impressive seductive weapon. I dislike neglect, ugly nails, or dirtiness. I prefer clean feet, which led me to develop a deviation in my fetish. I don't like high heels or open-toed shoes. I prefer sneakers or boots with or without socks. And I have my theories about that - with open-toed shoes, the foot is on display but gets dirty from dirt and daily wear. Before a foot massage or occasional footjob, or kissing feet, the earth and dirt don't appeal to me. I prefer ankle boots or Guillermina-style shoes because for me, removing a girl's socks is like taking off her underwear. Taking off the shoes and then the socks, finding a foot that's bare, which can be warm, sweaty, with some scent, being able to enjoy it, touch it, kiss it, smell it - that's extremely exciting. In my life I ran into women who let me indulge in my fetish and enjoyed it to the maximum, others who didn't want to know anything about it, others who were interested but their feet were always dirty, and others who let me play with them just for my pleasure, usually after sex. At university, I met Barbie, a petite woman who was almost as fanatical about erotic foot fetish as I am, I'll detail our encounters in another story, but basically they were massages, kisses, she even wore the same socks two days in a row to have that little foot smell, she adored having me suck her toes one by one, we did foot jobs several times.My advice is to take advantage of someone with the same sexual delusions as you, let loose and try everything. My fetish remains very much alive today and I can draw cards from a woman about how she is in bed, looking at her feet, obviously everything varies depending on personality. Sex is meant to be enjoyed and, in my opinion, to experience everything possible. A woman's beauty starts with her feet.