Foot fetish dating

There are curves everywhere, the toes, ankles, heels, insteps, and the best one, the arches. Woman A: The shape of the foot, like a size 10, very masculine, and clean and strong. Since I started massaging feet and giving my boyfriend pedicures, I love how smooth his feet are and watching them breathe with his sandals on. Man A: I didn't realize until someone pointed it out to me on Tumblr, but most of the feet I like share three characteristics: They are around size 8 or bigger, they're slender, and they have very high arches.Just to give an example, I think Emma Stone's feet are gorgeous, especially because of her high arches, and they fall into the group mentioned before. At first it was a little awkward because I had never received a foot job before, but then I was turned on pretty quickly.He went on to try and explain that feet triggered something in him the way boobs might trigger a man. And I loved having a little secret with my man, one more way to spice things up in bed. In the beginning, he would rub or kiss the bottoms of my feet and then we'd move on to something more traditional, something more mutually pleasuring.But he didn't get turned on by a random good pedicure in flip-flops, he wanted the feet of the woman he loved. He didn't really have an explanation, but he did seem comfortable talking about it. But very quickly, this whole foot thing took over our sex life, and wasn't just a part of foreplay. And if you haven't done it, let me explain: You lie on our stomach, engage your core and squeeze your thighs so the arches of your feet make a hole.On our third date, we talked about our previous jobs, as some people on first dates do.

That's when I started liking feet and I became curious to try something new with my boyfriend. Since I was young, I considered legs to be sexy, but I didn't care much about feet — as long as they weren't terrible-looking, I was fine.(It's an uncomfortable position in which to make eye contact.In fact, the only contact you have is between his penis and your feet.) My feet weren't one of my erogenous zones, so I wasn't getting turned on or getting off.this is, ahem, the kicker: He didn't seem to care.But my ex-boyfriend enlightened me on the world of foot fetishes, and, oh, man, did that stomp out my previous thoughts.

(Pun intended.) My ex was sweet and cute, eager to compliment and connect.

I tried to explain to him that I liked pleasing him, just that we couldn't spend our entire night doing just his thing.