DebonairDavid
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This doesn't directly relate to the story, but it plays a massive part in how it happened. When I was a kid (and even during my teen years), I was a lot more socially-awkward and had a lot more inappropriate behaviors because of my Autism, and in some ways ended up reinforcing the stigmas about foot fetishists being creeps (something I still deeply regret now). I honestly think this stems from me constantly struggled to get the support I needed from my parents (due to them having crappy childhoods of their own), and constantly struggling to express myself in an appropriate way. Now that I'm older and have consistently worked on myself since then, I've managed to get over those issues with my Autism. However, I did make a considerable effort to be very much in the closet about my foot fetish because I knew it was an uncomfortable topic for most people, and I was very afraid of everyone thinking I was a weirdo or a bad person for having it (on top of having Autism). While I now understand there's clearly a time and place for talking about it, and I could've done things a lot differently at the time, I now realize the problem was in some ways more with them being judgmental about it, and I'm happy to say the Sex Positive Movement online is finally but slowly eradicating that judgment. I recently mustered up the courage to tell my male friend about it, and he didn't judge me. I'm even surprised he asked because it seemed like an unwritten rule for guys to ask each other questions about their fetishes. With all that being said, onto the story...
During one snowy winter day, I had two female friends over and this was the first time they were going to meet. Although I was still quite socially awkward and often made an ass of myself when I was involved with this trio, I in some ways felt it was a bad decision to introduce them to each other because they would later team up to constantly annoy me (I get they were being playful, but it would get old super fast). Because I innocently told them to leave their shoes in the attached garage of my parents' house so they're not tracking in snow or dirt (a clever tactic I would later use whenever my mom's physical therapist was over, which is a topic for another time), it was the perfect opportunity to smell their shoes. I had to pick up my one friend because she was was born with vision problems and couldn't drive, and my other friend was going to be over later. While we were waiting for her to show up, I had to briefly go in and out of the house for a few things every so often, so I decided to go through the garage each time. Thankfully, the friend never followed me when I had to do that. Whenever I'd close the inside or outside door, I'd purposely take a minute to enjoy the smell of her shoes. Unfortunately, because Converse are made with a lighter material, I'm guessing they're more breathable, so the smell of her feet wasn't as noticeable compared to when I finally got to smell my other friend's shoes (which was the highlight of the evening). When I came down to let her in, innocently and secretly watching her take her shoes off, knowing I'd find some way to smell them, made me feel a little nauseous because I so excited (I kid you not). Happily, my chance came. Shortly after her and I came upstairs and I introduced her to my other friend, I had to go through the garbage out. I went into the garage again, closed the door, put the bag down, quietly said "Finally!", and excitedly picked up and buried my nose in her shoes. Hers were a pair of Sketchers and were made from a thicker material, so the smell was more noticeable, and boy did I enjoy it for a few minutes! To this day, they never knew I did that.
On a quick side note, both of them were very ticklish, and I would've loved if they got into a tickle fight while they were with me in my room. Maybe they did get into them when they hung out. Another thing to mention was my blind friend had a friend who also had a foot fetish, but she accepted him for it because he was more socially inclined than me and was able to approach the topic more carefully.
During one snowy winter day, I had two female friends over and this was the first time they were going to meet. Although I was still quite socially awkward and often made an ass of myself when I was involved with this trio, I in some ways felt it was a bad decision to introduce them to each other because they would later team up to constantly annoy me (I get they were being playful, but it would get old super fast). Because I innocently told them to leave their shoes in the attached garage of my parents' house so they're not tracking in snow or dirt (a clever tactic I would later use whenever my mom's physical therapist was over, which is a topic for another time), it was the perfect opportunity to smell their shoes. I had to pick up my one friend because she was was born with vision problems and couldn't drive, and my other friend was going to be over later. While we were waiting for her to show up, I had to briefly go in and out of the house for a few things every so often, so I decided to go through the garage each time. Thankfully, the friend never followed me when I had to do that. Whenever I'd close the inside or outside door, I'd purposely take a minute to enjoy the smell of her shoes. Unfortunately, because Converse are made with a lighter material, I'm guessing they're more breathable, so the smell of her feet wasn't as noticeable compared to when I finally got to smell my other friend's shoes (which was the highlight of the evening). When I came down to let her in, innocently and secretly watching her take her shoes off, knowing I'd find some way to smell them, made me feel a little nauseous because I so excited (I kid you not). Happily, my chance came. Shortly after her and I came upstairs and I introduced her to my other friend, I had to go through the garbage out. I went into the garage again, closed the door, put the bag down, quietly said "Finally!", and excitedly picked up and buried my nose in her shoes. Hers were a pair of Sketchers and were made from a thicker material, so the smell was more noticeable, and boy did I enjoy it for a few minutes! To this day, they never knew I did that.
On a quick side note, both of them were very ticklish, and I would've loved if they got into a tickle fight while they were with me in my room. Maybe they did get into them when they hung out. Another thing to mention was my blind friend had a friend who also had a foot fetish, but she accepted him for it because he was more socially inclined than me and was able to approach the topic more carefully.
