When did you realize you had a foot fetish? How did you react?

[ILoveSmoothSoles]

Apologies if this has been asked before but I didn't see anything similar.

When did you realize you had a foot fetish? Was it early on or later in life? Caused by something?

When I was younger I kind of knew I was into feet but ignored it. I didn't want to be a "creep" because that's how the fetish was viewed back then (I predate the Internet). In my teens when jerking off to porn i would catch myself staring at feet when they were in view, then told myself to stop looking cause I didn't want to make it a habit.

I had a few gfs in highschool and in hindsight, they all had beautiful feet. But I didn't say or do anything with their feet because i didn't want that stigma to get out.

I got a long term gf in highschool, we moved in together and during my 20s I still repressed it. I didn't want her telling other people about my fetish. Now, she has my perfect ideal feet, so anytime we'd have sex doggy style or on her back legs up, you already know I was staring at her feet. I'd still watch porn and only glance, but never watched foot porn.

Finally, in my 30s I realized foot fetishism was becoming more mainstream. It's everywhere, TikTok, Instagram, Facebook shorts. 2 swipes and you can be staring at beautiful bare feet. I thought I've repressed this long enough, time to enjoy the things I enjoy! One day during sex with my wife, I put her toes in my mouth. It was like fireworks went off, instant orgasm for me. We didn't mention it the first time

The next time. I became bold and licked her soles, pushed her feet together and worshiped them for a few minutes, almost having an orgasm without touching myself. After that, she asked me if I was into feet and I said yes nervously. She asked me when that staeted and I was honest, I always had it but was afraid to say anything. She was so accepting and supportive, and a little upset i didn't say anything sooner. Said she would never judge me and wants to make me happy no matter what I like. Just like that, the flood gates were open.

Almost daily foot jobs, sole jobs, foot worship. She loves it, and it drives me crazy. I can tell she was looking up foot stuff because each time we had sex she was doing something new with her feet and damn was she good at it.

I realized how dumb i was to suppress it and really wish i would have been more honest with myself earlier on in life, but hey. Sooner is better than later!

So that's my story. What's yours?

 

[irgendwas]

As long as I can remember, there always was something about feet (girls only)
When I was a kid, of course, I didn't know why I was attracted.
Later, as a young teenager, I found myself jerking while watching pictures women's feet wearing sandals, open toe shoes, high heels.
I began collecting them, and used these pictures abundantly to relieve myself.
Later again, I began watching footjob clips and worshipping my own gf feet whenever possible.

Feet is about emotion, worshipping, fantasies and deriving pleasure of it! A gorgeous woman never is complete without nice legs, pretty feet and smooth toes and soles!

 

[Footstool]

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[Yoshitarosan]

WHEN DID I REALIZE: 18-20yo
HOW DID I FEEL: easiest/shortest way I can explain i felt really good and accepting of it.

I'll try to summarize the more detailed version of it..


It wasn't until I was around 18-20yo that I realized I had a foot fetish.
One night when I was scrolling through +30 pages on a porn site to find the one to finish to (yes I know, I'm that type of guy and still am lol), I so happened to stumble across my first foot fetish related video. I forgot the name since it was over a decade ago, but in the video the guy started to lick the girls toes while her flip-flops were still on, then he removed the flip-flops and started to lick her soles. I thought it was pretty cool. One night camping with my GF at the time, I decided to try it out. That was the beginning of something great.
I feel like deep inside me I always had an interest in girl's feet but it wasn't until then that I knew for sure.
I remember back in grade school I was wrestling one of my friends(a girl). She accidentally kicked my face and her barefoot-big toe slipped into my mouth and I paused because i encountered a feeling that i never felt before. For some reason the feeling of her toe rubbing against my lips and teeth felt good; not in a sexy way but more comforting. So I never thought anything of it. But looking back it now it makes sense.

I'm so sorry that this post was long. I wanted to get into more detail of how it started but I don't want to bore you guys.

Not related but a tip that worked for me every single time in the past:
when you and your partner are about to get freaky in the sheets, I always teased them by saying something like, "why are you wearing socks while we're having sex? If we're taking our clothes off might as well go full"

 

[Footstool]

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[Yoshitarosan]

"18-20yo" - Sure...

Haha yeah man! It may have been always there deep in my mind, but my attention to girl's feet didn't start till that time-frame in my life.

I also wonder if it's hereditary. Whenever I watched shows/movies with my dad he'd always make a comment when there's a scene showing soles. I got that vibe that he has a foot fetish too over the years. I also noticed my kid having somewhat of an interest in it too, stating they like how soft they feel and stuff..

 

[ILoveSmoothSoles]

Haha yeah man! It may have been always there deep in my mind, but my attention to girl's feet didn't start till that time-frame in my life.

I also wonder if it's hereditary. Whenever I watched shows/movies with my dad he'd always make a comment when there's a scene showing soles. I got that vibe that he has a foot fetish too over the years. I also noticed my kid having somewhat of an interest in it too, stating they like how soft they feel and stuff..

I've often wondered this myself, but all the research I've looked up swears up and down it's not hereditary, but Its hard to comprehend like that. Although I never noticed my dad ever looking or making any comments that he was into it. Hell when he passed there was no porn literally anywhere, he was pretty much the opposite of me lmao.

But yeah, I remember in elementary school and on looking at feet all the time but didn't know why. So maybe it is something you're just born with.

It's interesting what you said about your kid. You already know what's in store for him if that's the case lol.

 

[Yoshitarosan]

Most true foot fetishists discover their love of feet at an early age. While it may be possible to develop a foot fetish later on in life I'm skeptical as to what degree these people are experiencing their fetish. I'm not talking about people who admire nice feet but those who take it to another level. For us, we don't get our jollies off of looking at breasts or other typical body parts the rest of society tells us we're supposed to like, we were wired differently right from the start.

I still appreciate a baddie with a fatty, not really a boob guy. I'm too far gone now to where I can't get off to a pic/video unless their soles are showing with face included.
It started with a simple picture of upclose feet, to having to show their soles because top view of a girl's feet I could care less for, now to the point where I need their face included too. I've become too picky for my own good. I feel bad when I'm asking someone for custom content because I'm really detailed in what I like.

 

[Smoothsoles]

My first inkling that I liked feet were when I was young (8-12ish). Four memories stick in my mind…

1. Age 8, I lived on a farm and we had a cleaner once a week come and give a spring clean of the house. One day I found a pair of her ballerina style shoes in the cleaning cupboard which she wore while at our house. I remember the smell of her shoes (musty) filled the cupboard. Fascinated by the smell I remember holding the shoes over my nose and breathing in. I even licked the inner soles. As I entered my teens I became a little obsessed with her feet and even used her shoes as a wank aid.

2. Aged 9, at a school sports day, a sister of a school friend maybe about 17 caught my eye. She was sitting on a plastic bucket seat in a white summer dress with her legs straight out resting on the chair in front. She had taken off a pair of black flip flops and so was barefoot and since I was sitting just two rows in front of her, when I turned around I had a perfect close up view of her soft soles. I remember she was bored and really didn’t want to be there. I also remember thinking how clean and soft her feet were. Her toes were straight and rosey pink on this hot summer day. She would also wiggle or scrunch her toes occasionally. I was staring at her feet for so long that my mum even told me off for not watching the events! I don’t actually remember being ‘turned on’ as such but I had a compulsion to just reach out and touch her feet.

3. Aged 11, I have told this one before but it definitely developed my foot fetish tendencies. I was at a birthday party, playing sleeping lions. The simple idea was for everyone to lie on the floor as still as possible except for one person, the catcher. The catcher would walk between the sleeping lions and if they saw them move in any way they were ‘out’. The winner was the last sleeping lion. I was quite good at lying deadly still, so one of the girls thought it would be funny to slowly pull one of my socks off. Weirdly I found it quite sensual having a girl do this to me and I remember getting a semi! Inevitably I moved much to her amusement and I of course called foul. In the next round I was the catcher and so I decided to use the same tactic on this girl. She had white cotton socks on and did not move an inch as l pulled both her socks off. I remember her feet had tiny bits of white fluff on them. They were also pinky red and being that close I could feel the warmth coming from them. This time I was definitely turned on and probably stared at them for too long, temporarily forgetting the game!

4. Aged 12, in the stories section I chronicled the fun I had with the baby sitter’s trainers. I was genuinely obsessed by her feet (and her) - full on foot fetish from the age of 12 to 14.

I have always owned my fetish and found most lovers to be curious and accepting. I am not sure how much of my fetish was nature vs nurture. But I guess female feet formed an important part of my sexual awakening. I think I saw feet as a non confrontational way of initiating intimacy…

 

[ricky8383]

I was around 7-8 years old when I realised I had a fascination with women's feet (at this time obviously non-sexual, pre-pubescent) and it started with a young lady in her mid-20s that worked for my parents at their cafe and eventually became family friends. She was new to the country and had unfortunately come out of an arranged marriage that had resulted in terrible domestic abuse. Her family were back in India, and so my parents took it on themselves to look out for her and found her an apartment to rent in the same neighbourhood as us. She'd come over frequently. She could honestly pass for a Miss India beauty pageant contestant (will have to fish out an old photo from the albums as she always joined us for functions and celebrations). She would spend a lot of time with me and my siblings, helping us with homework or even just watching TV with us (or rather taking over to watch random Indian daytime programmes). Since she was over so often she would have her feet out most of the time. They were just immaculate, she always had this crimson red nail polish on that matched her lipstick, and her feet just looked super soft and slender. She wore a gold anklet on her right foot and I remember how it shimmered when she swung her foot from side to side. It was the only reason I'd tolerate those TV programmes, I'd lie on my stomach and be hypnotised by her constant toe wiggling She was super-affectionate with us in a big sister sort of way.

Then during that summer my parents dropped us off at her apartment one afternoon as they were out of town for a weekend attending a wedding. Her place had 2 bedrooms and my brothers ended up getting the guest bedroom which had a double bed in it. I remember being annoyed by this, since being the youngest I'd always draw the short straw and end up on a bedroom floor or living room couch. But instead, after getting changed and brushing my teeth, my princess guardian for the night took me by the hand and escorted me to her bedroom. She had what looked like a huge (but really was just a queen) bed and told me to hop in. I obliged, getting in on the far side, adjacent to the bedroom window. Since we had fairly humid summers it didn't get that much cooler at night and we had the window open. She switched her bedroom lamp on, switched off the ceiling light and disappeared, leaving the door open. I tucked myself in and lay there staring blankly at the wall processing what was happening. She came back wearing a pair of green cotton shorts and a cropped vest. I lay there on my back, head tilted looking up at her in admiration (I can only guess I looked innocent lol) as she hopped into the bed and switched the lamp off. Then as I was about to roll to face away from her she said "aja" which is punjabi for come here or come closer in this instance. I got up on my right elbow and turned to look at her and she had her arms out, beaming a smile back in my direction. I half-excitedly, half-nervously moved towards her, snuggling into her as she kissed me on my cheek and ruffled my hair, my head nested just above her bosom. She felt like heaven, the scent of peach and lavender mixed in with warmth. My heart was beating so fast I didn't dare move as I was worried she'd feel it. After about 15 minutes she let go of me, rolled over and was KO'd. I began to drift off after another 20 minutes or so.

Then I woke up a few hours later as I needed to go to the bathroom. Iifted my head to look at the digital clock on her side of the bed and saw that it was after 3am. I got out of bed and walked out carefully so I wouldn't wake her. I left the door open ajar, the nightlight in the corridor guiding me to the bathroom door so I didn't need to switch the hall light on. When I was done and walked back, I opened the bedroom door slightly more and the night light illuminated the end of the bed.. and there they were... her feet out of the thin blanket, soles on show, toes spread out, as if they were presenting themselves to me like a prize. I stood there for a solid 15 seconds just staring at them in awe. Then I snapped out of it and stepped into the bedroom and closed the door, making sure that the door handle wouldn't make a sound. I walked slowly towards the end of the bed where she slept and then kneeled down on the floor and rested my chin on the bed, just in front of her feet. I sat like that for about a minute, thinking how much I wanted to reach out touch her feet. Then after another minute, I slowly raised my hand out and touched the heel of her left foot with my index finger, being careful not to cause her to twitch or wake up. When she had no response whatsoever to it, I carefully ran all of my fingers down her soles, feeling every soft wrinkle. My jaw hung open, like I couldn't believe what I was doing. Her soles were so soft to touch, like they'd never touched a hard surface in her life. I inched my face closer to her soles as I stroked them with one hand.

I moved closer still, enough to sniff at them gently. They had a fresh, almost edible smell to them, like she'd moisturised them with a scented cream. Then my inhibitions completely took over me and I lent right in, pressing my nose and lips against her foot, inhaling slowly and deeply. I was in heaven. I ran my pressed lips from the cushion of her sole, slowly down to her toes, taking in every ridge before getting to her resting digits, dragging my bottom lip across her sweet smelling toes. It was exhilarating. I then moved onto her right foot and did the same. I explored every inch of her feet with my face and lips. I didn't use my tongue at all. At this age it didn't feel sexual, I didn't even know what sexual was. It just felt innocently intimate like someone blowing on the back of your neck and it feeling good - know what I mean? I must have stayed with my face buried into her feet like that for a good 40 minutes. I wanted to stay there forever. Eventually I removed myself from her feet, noticing it had began to get lighter and I feared getting caught or just being awake when I should have been fast asleep.

And that's when I knew I was down bad for feet!

This really took me down memory lane... thanks for allowing me to share!

Update: managed to find a pic of her (face only) in an old album. If anyone would like to see her then DM me and you can help to aid your imagination while enjoying reading about my experience

 

[luvlatinafeet]

I was a teen. Would get hard in class looking at the girls feet in flip flops

 

[Smoothsoles]

I was around 7-8 years old when I realised I had a fascination with women's feet (at this time obviously non-sexual, pre-pubescent) and it started with a young lady in her mid-20s that worked for my parents at their cafe and eventually became family friends. She was new to the country and had unfortunately come out of an arranged marriage that had resulted in terrible domestic abuse. Her family were back in India, and so my parents took it on themselves to look out for her and found her an apartment to rent in the same neighbourhood as us. She'd come over frequently. She could honestly pass for a Miss India beauty pageant contestant (will have to fish out an old photo from the albums as she always joined us for functions and celebrations). She would spend a lot of time with me and my siblings, helping us with homework or even just watching TV with us (or rather taking over to watch random Indian day time programmes). Since she was over so often she would have her feet out most of the time. They were just immaculate, she always had this crimson red nail polish on that matched her lipstick, and her feet just looked super soft and slender. She wore a gold anklet on her right foot and I remember how it shimmered when she swung her foot from side to side. It was the only reason I'd tolerate those TV programmes, I'd lie on my stomach and be hypnotised by her constant toe wiggling She was super-affectionate with us in a big sister sort of way.

Then during that summer my parents dropped us off at her apartment one afternoon as they were out of town for a weekend attending a wedding. Her place had 2 bedrooms and my brothers ended up getting the guest bedroom which had a double bed in it. I remember being annoyed by this, since being the youngest I'd always draw the short straw and end up on a bedroom floor or living room couch. But instead, after getting changed and brushing my teeth, my princess guardian for the night took me by the hand and escorted me to her bedroom. She had what looked like a huge (but really was just a queen) bed and told me to hop in. I obliged, getting in on the far side, adjacent to the bedroom window. Since we had fairly humid summers it didn't get that much cooler at night and we had the window open. She switched her bedroom lamp on, switched off the ceiling light and disappeared, leaving the door open. She came back wearing a pair of green cotton shorts and a cropped vest. I lay there on my back, head tilted looking up at her (I can only guess I looked innocent lol) as she got into the bed and switched the lamp off. Then as I was about to roll to face away from her she said "aja" which is punjabi for come here or come closer in this instance. I got up on my elbows and turned to look at her and she had her arms out, beaming a smile back in my direction. I half-excitedly, half-nervously moved towards her, snuggling into her as she kissed me on my cheek and ruffled my hair. I was in heaven. She smelt fantastic, like a mix of peach and lavender. My heart was beating so fast I didn't dare move as I was worried she'd feel it. After about 15 minutes she let go of me, rolled over and was KO'd. I began to drift off after another 20 minutes or so.

Then I woke up a few hours later as I needed to go to the bathroom. Iifted my head to look at the digital clock on her side of the bed and saw that it was after 3am. I got out of bed and walked out carefully so I wouldn't wake her. I left the door open ajar, and a nightlight in the corridor helped guide me to the bathroom door so I didn't need to switch the big light on. When I was done and walked back, I opened the bedroom door slightly more and the night light illuminated the end of the bed.. and her feet were out of the thin blanket, soles on show, toes spread out. I stood there for a solid 15 seconds just staring at them in awe. Then I snapped out of it and stepped into the bedroom and closed the door, making sure that the door handle wouldn't make a sound. I walked slowly towards the end of the bed where she slept and then kneeled down on the floor and rested my chin on the bed, just in front of her feet. I sat like that for about a minute, thinking how much I wanted to reach out touch her feet. Then after another minute, I slowly raised my hand out and touched the heel her left foot with my index finger, being careful not to cause her to twitch or wake up. When she had no response whatsoever to it, I carefully ran all of my fingers down her soles, feeling every soft wrinkle. My jaw hung open, like I couldn't believe what I was doing. Her soles were so soft to touch like they'd never touched a hard surface in her life. I inched my face closer to her soles as I stroked them with one hand. Then when I was close enough, I sniffed at them. They had a fresh, almost edible smell to them, like she'd moisturised them with a scented cream. Then my inhibitions completely took over me and I lent right in, pressing my lips against her foot, inhaling gently. I was in foot heaven. I ran my pressed lips slowly down to her toes, feeling every digit, dragging my bottom lip across her sweet smelling toes. It was exhilarating. I then moved onto her right foot and did the same. I explored every inch of her feet with my face and lips. I didn't use my tongue at all. At this age it didn't feel sexual, I didn't even know what sexual was. It just felt innocently intimate like someone blowing on the back of your neck and it feeling good - know what I mean? I must have stayed like that for a good 40 minutes, before it started to get lighter and I feared getting caught or just being awake when I should have been fast asleep.

And that's when I knew I was down bad for feet!

This really took me down memory lane... thanks for allowing me to share!

What a wonderfully intimate experience beautiful told. I lived every moment with you

 

[ilikefeet4]

All started when I was young around 8-9... I'd try touching my "Auntie M" (non relative) feet because she always had them painted. She noticed and would make me massage her feet which I did often. It aroused me a lot and I realized I'd get hard. It turned into me massaging her feet anytime I went to visit. As I grew older she'd tease me with her feet and ask me if I still like her feet which I'd respond that I will always give her massages anytime I can. Last massage I gave her was yrs ago but I'd alternate feet and whichever foot wasn't being rubbed would be placed firmly on my lap, on-top of my throbbing boner. There's no way she wouldn't have noticed. I never told her about having a strong foot fetish but I know she knows. What she didn't catch on to was me secret cumming in all of her footwear. I had open access to all her flip flops, heels, shoes, wedges, slippers, and dirty socks anytime I visited and after massaging her feet I'd enjoy her footwear in private.

My mom also had a group of friends and they all have beautiful feet. I'd refer to them as Auntie's as well. I'd see Auntie S and her daughter who was my age and they both would have matching pedicures all the time and wear the same style shoes. They were both size 7. Anytime they'd visit or I'd visit I'd always get a moment with their shoes (usually flats, Birks, Uggs or running shoes). It was a lot of fun.

Another one of her friends, "Auntie H" lived across the country where I'd visit once a year. I never told Auntie H directly about my ff but she had an idea because I'd compliment her feet often and she would catch me gazing at them and would start wiggling her feet at me. Auntie H had to go out of town for an event and left me to house sit while she was away. Before she left the house she told me to guard her shoe collection and laughed (I told her she has nice shoes). Auntie H had around 20-25 pairs of shoes (high heels, runners, flats, boots, wedges, slippers) and during her leave I definitely had my way with all of them. I was actually exhausted haha.

Feet have always been a huge part of my sex life. My current GF loves it

 

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