Coming back to life

[Currahee1974]

As I have said before about accepting myself, and others accepting me for who I am, what my quirks may be...this happened a few months ago, well it started then, and I though it would be hell, but, it turned for the good...

Here we go...this bar I hang out at, wait when I say hang out at, it does not mean I live there, I mean I am not there enough to be a part of the decor, nor am I that drunk slobbering idiot spilling his drinks and talking nonsence to some poor girls just trying to enjoy a night out with the girls...


Ok, that's clear. Anyway, I have my local hole, where after work, I may be found knocking back 3 or 4 before heading home, or on the weekend to check out a band...well, this place is extremely important to me, I turned 21 there...met many great people, and everyone knows me.


A few times, yes I have picked someone up, gone to her place or mine...well, that is obvious in the nightlife. On occasion, a friend may tag along. Not a menage au trois, but 2 guys 2 girls. On this one time, it was known to the wingman, of my foot fetish. He swore it would stay between us, I dunno' just feel weird sometimes. Well, it stayed between us for a total of about 6 hours. I got off work, went in for a few Heinkens, and from the time I walked in, to the time I left, the bartender, and 2 regulars constantly broke my balls about it. I did what any coward would do.....I denied it.

Well, it did go for the better...in time though. After a while, the girls that I know and pop in, would litterally flock to me, kick off there heels and throw their feet in my lap asking for a massage. I still get razzed some, but I can now deal with it, since I am reaping rewards. Well, they know the foot fetish, tickling is still hard to admit, because I did it once, I was mocked and told am immature, but many of you were very comforting with that, when I shared it...so, sooner or later, I will fess that too.

I guess it is like buying a new car..I mean, you want your car to have many extras, right? Power locks, power windows, side airbag, AM/FM..CD...tilt steering, or what have you. It is the only way I can somewhat explain my fetishes.

Well, all...sorry to be so long and drawn out here...till next time.
Currahee

 

[nessonite1]

I think that is excellent, my friend! I'm so happy for you 😀 😀

 

[Penny Lane]

The thing is, it's one matter for you to reveal your foot fetish, and another to have someone do it for you. You seem a little bothered by that, and I don't blame you.

Funny thing, though. Some of the girls razz you, but they are the ones asking for the foot massages, aren't they?

 

[sole seeker1]

You know how I would deal with the guys who bust your balls? I'd start making up the most outlandish fetishes I could think of and assign them each a different one.

For instance:

Asshole says- "So Toejam boy... tickled any cute feet today?"

You reply- "NO, but I heard something real interesting about you! That lady"... (or My buddy / or A pervert)... "who was in here last night told me you were"...

(choose any one of the following)

(1) "into golden showers."
(2) "busted for propositioning an undercover cop to powder and diaper you like a baby."
(3) "busted for walking around at 3AM, dressed like Marylin Monroe!"
(4) "turned on by wearing rubber."
(5) "busted for having kiddie-porn opn your computer."

When he denies it, it's only gonna make him sound guilty. You can always take him off the hook and say you were kidding.

Hey if it doesn't do anything else, it will give your self esteem a boost, and maybe cause one or two of these cretins to think twice about bothering you.

Hang tough, brother. 😉