I like male feet. A lot. I hesitate to call it a full blown fetish (probably more of a kink) and for a long time it was something I kept secret. But there is no denying it. I love male feet (I think men are beautiful in general.)
A comment earlier alluded to an interesting juxtaposition of masculinity and delicate feet. What a fascinating way to articulate an attraction to feet! I had a similar experience. In college, my first year in the dorm there was a guy who, without over generalizing, would not have been my type. He kind of had this cocky jock vibe and from the few times I interacted with him it was clear he and I had very little if anything in common. But he often wore flip flops and in the common area he sometimes propped his bare feet up on tables, arms of chairs, etc. Here was this large masculine guy with a rather abrasive attitude yet he had these soft looking feet with perfect arches, which for some reason stuck me as fascinating. Maybe because it was around this time that tickling really began to pique my interest and I could not help but wonder if his feet were ticklish. Who knows? Maybe a foot tickling would have been a way to bring him down a peg or two.
Another time, a few years later when I had moved into my first apartment, I had a small get together with my boyfriend and some of our friends. It had been raining out, like down-pouring for hours and with carpeted floor (I have grown to hate carpeted floor) I was worried about people tracking in mud. So I asked each guest to remove his or her shoes, simply as a practicality. Since it was so wet out, everyone ended up removing their socks too, leaving everyone, including myself barefoot. I just remember one moment in particular the group (of mostly guys) sitting around my apartment in their barefeet, some of them with their feet propped up on my coffee table. I just remember taking in the small details. One guy had his ankles crossed, while another seemed to wiggle and scrunch his toes a lot. The other woman aside from myself had her nails painted. There wasn't even necessarily a sexual element to it (okay maybe there was a bit of an attraction to some of the guests) but more of a general observation of my friends.
Anyway, there have been dozens of instances over the years that have reiterated this interest of mine and I am not sure if that makes sense to anyone other than myself. Nevertheless it feels affirming to type this out and say it aloud. I love male feet
