I once dated a man, he was maybe a few years younger than me, I was 30. He actually talked like a cartoon character because he spoke on the up inhale rather than the exhale.
But there comes a time in everyone’s dating life where you start making small concessions because you think, he’s not as bad as the others.
So we went out.
He’d told me over teh phone about his foot fetish. It made me a little self conscious because no one had ever expressed this before to me.
Then while dating it got more and more obvious from his discussion that he was really into feet.
The second date he explained how his foot fetish had developed. One of his first memories as a child was being under the dining room table and while his parents ate or talked to their friends, he would take off their shoes and play with their feet. From there he was off to the races.
He would come over and ask to see my feet.
He was often staring at my feet—-my shoes—-could I take my shoes off?
I would scrub my feet, scrutinize my feet, buff them, consider them, should I get a pedicure?
No, he insisted, he liked my feet in their rawness.
In a romantic entanglement, after a brief kiss, he immediately began to twist himself around and I was like oh—-69!—-but he kept going until he was at 79 and he was going to town. And I felt both appreciated and completely ignored at the same time, about my body, which was a bit of an out of body experience.
My toes were thrilled. They’d never received so much passionate attention before.
I found that my feet became arrogant due to this attention.
Prior to this dating experience, they were part of the package, they actually carried the package to meet others. But now, my feet, were the more preferred part. My hands were pissed that they were commanded to clean the feet and yet received no attention at all.
My penis refused to even enter into the argument, feeling that it had again risen to the occasion of possible sexual stimulation and attraction, as it had over the years, each and every time. My penis lodged a Formal Complaint feeling that it had maintained it’s part of the Sexual Contract and had been ready, willing and able to comply to the sexual demands AND there was the implied orgasm and ejaculation which generally completed it’s service action.
Other genitalia and connected nerve endings began exploratory investigations.
The feet then started making demands, feeling that the socks, shoes and sneakers it had been subjected to were substandard. There were also complaints about walking barefoot. It felt those were slave based conditions.
I had no choice but to stop dating him.
The cartoon voice, the fetish, the body rebellion.
It was too much.
Now when I see profiles online about foot fetishists and yes, a few of them even hit me up due to a legal injunction imposed by the rest of my body I can no longer engage.
heed my advice about the foot fetish, don’t get involved, it will destroy your happy body union. My elbows still only work part time during sex.
www.kylephoenix.com
www.kylephoenix.com
Smile, Kyle
KylePhoenixShow@Gmail.com
KylePhoenixShow@Gmail.com
#KylePhoenix
#TheKylePhoenixShow
Kyle Phoenix Answers
Or Click Below to:
No comments:
Post a Comment