There are sub-groups of this fetish. Some foot lovers are specifically turned on by certain footwear or toenail polish, others see foot worship as a power exchange in BDSM. Like all sex practices, foot fetishism draws inspiration from global culture. The industry of women's high-heeled shoes exists to make feet and legs appear "sexier," often at the expense of comfort. Giving attention to feet has been seen as an act of worship since ancient times. In the Gospels, Lazarus's sister Mary anointed Christ's feet with oil and washed them with her hair -- an act considered by Christians to be the greatest form of reverence. How he wished his father could understand what beautiful feet he had and allow others to worship them. It seemed unfair that his dad could not participate in this sex act. Surely it would make him feel good and in control to have his son kneeling at his feet, youthful tongue slithering all over his sensitive soles.

The scenes were more spicy in his fantasies. He was still kneeling at the foot of the bed but both his parents were involved and they didn't mind him being there. Like what?” I asked, and the two of us sat for a moment in though. “How about...the loser has to smell the winner’s feet!”

One night, when he was eighteen, Robert's mum was away at a conference and he was left alone with Dad in the house. Dad had fallen asleep, stomach first, his entire body under one thin bedsheet. His hormones were in overdrive that night and he dared himself to do the most forbidden thing of all - get intimate with the feet of his maker. The door to the master bedroom was open that warm night and he could hear the soft snoring of his father. He was presented with the most thrilling sight of all. His dad's foot hung off the edge of the bed, pressing tightly against the thin white bedsheet that kept the feet prisoner. Hey bro, I don’t judge. If you want to smell them smell away, but I’ve got a better if you want to hear it” he said

If feet are a turn-on for you, don't worry, you're in good company. Famous foot fetishists (people with podophilia -- not pedophilia) include Elvis Presley, Andy Warhol, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and megastar burlesque vedette Dita Von Teese. At that very moment, Robert's mum passed by the bathroom doorway, and exclaimed in amazement, as she saw the very obvious sign of arousal in her son. I largely interact with foot fetishism as a form of body worship," they told me. "I enjoy looking down and watching them open up their mouths as they swallow, or try to swallow, more and more of my foot. It clearly becomes a phallic object at that moment." Since poor Robert did not have many attractive men in his life as he was growing up, he became extremely fixated on his father's feet. His dad had strong, hairy legs and a pair of magnificent feet. He would later realize that almost no other men's feet came close in beauty to his own dad's feet. You could say that he was blessed with seeing those gorgeous feet every day. Unfortunately, they would also cause him great sexual frustration, as his dad inadvertently displayed his soles everywhere they went and Robert had to try hard not to get a raging erection when he was around them.

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One of his earliest memories was rushing to the master bedroom when his dad came home from work so he could sneak a peek at his dad's feet. The sound of the door opening and his dad's footsteps across the floor sent a bell ringing in his sexual mind and he rushed to take a position under the bed.

The thought of having to smell those feet up close made me gag. There have been times when he slipped out of his shoes, and almost instantly the putrid smell of his feet filled the room. It’s something I’ve had to tolerate for years. He began to salivate and moved his head in again, slightly more confident after not hearing any change in his dad's snoring. He placed the tip of his wet tongue on what he imagined to be the least sensitive part of his dad's lower soles. He kept it there for a few seconds, allowing the sensation of beautiful sin to overload his brain. He moved his tongue barely a millimeter across the soles and pulled it away. It was important for him to know that he had actually moved his tongue across part of his prize. Somehow that was more intimate and arousing.Fear-related adrenaline started flowing in his body as he went completely still. His dad made a grunting noise but didn't turn or get off the bed. Five minutes later the snoring started again and Robert relaxed a little. He no longer dared to peel more sheet off the feet he was staring at but continued to deliver little kisses and tongue touches to the balls of the feet and the big toe. Ten minutes later his dad jerked again and raised his head from the bed. She laughed as she said it, as if to say it was natural to get hard, and her face showed confused amusement because she was probably wondering what on earth got her son so hard. If only she knew. It was a really hot summer day. The sun beat down as hard as it could, so me and my best friend hung out inside his nice air conditioned bedroom. My name’s Blake, and I’m a nineteen year old high school graduate. Having not gone to college yet, I was able to spend a lot of my time going to friends’ houses. Trevor, my eighteen year old best buddy, is one of those friends. The two of us have known each other since I was seven and he was six, and we have been inseparable ever since. It's healthy to release your sexual tensions," his mum explained. "Keep at it and don't stop until you're satisfied."