Don't make Me shove this foot up your ass!

A little conversation?

I've been thinking a lot about feet, since there are more die-hard foot fetishists popping up in my life these days. My first foot session is described here.

What I neglected to mention, is that the Buckets-of-Cum guy sucked on the heel of my shoe first and when I decided that my heel was sufficiently aroused, I blasted him with hand creme to symbolize my heel/cock ejaculating. (All his idea, he was very creative!) The beginning of our session started out with the gentleman very intently staring at my feet. It must have gone on for at least 10 minutes, which doesn't sound very long. But it certainly felt like a long time as the 2 of us were sitting in total silence, while he cradled my foot. It looked to me like he was developing a relationship with my foot. He massaged and kissed and stroked my foot like it was the face of a lover. That was the first time I had seen such a thing.

Years ago, I read somewhere that women love shoes so much because the part of our brain that processes 'sex' is closest to the part of the brain that processes 'feet.' It sounded like bullshit to me at the time, like an urban legend the ladies of Sex and the City may have chatted about. Today I found this article via a google search. 

My toes are really stubby, and they were great for ballet when I was a little girl, but as a teenager I was self-conscious about how fat my toes are. While the other girls were obsessed with their butts and hips, I was stick-thin and worried about my toes. (A teenage girl can always find something "wrong" with her body).  Now it all seems silly, especially since my fat little tootsies have so many admirers these days.

I have to get back to polishing off this box of chocolates. I mentioned in my last blog that I had come down with the flu, but I have recovered and I am ready to play tomorrow and milk Hump Day for all it's worth! Happy Valentine's Day Players!

XO, Sophie B.