My Ex Karen
Published on Sunday, September 3, 2006
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About 12 years ago, I dated a girl named Karen. She was petite (about 5'1) and had the cutest feet. She got regular pedicures, and we live in Florida, so it is rare to see any female in socks down here. The first time she was over to my house during the dating phase, I was dying to get her out of her sandals. I could see the cutest red painted toes in the shoes, but only bare feet gets me off.

I told her that my back was hurting and asked if she could walk on it. She said, "Okay," and took off her sandals. She flexed her little feet, and wiggled her toes before she climbed onto my back. I was in heaven. However, as soon as she was finished, she put her sandals back on.

The next time she came over, she was wearing tennis shoes with socks. She had no problem kicking off her tennis shoes, and leaving me with a sock display. I kinda like white socks too, so it is okay to a point. We made out, and started to fool around. I started rubbing her socked feet. She stopped abruptly, and asked what I was doing.

I told her that I figured her feet hurt since she took off her shoes so fast. She shrugged, and we continued to fool around. Before she left, she said that the foot massage felt good, and asked for another one. I put her little socked feet in my lap, and rubbed her feet, but not as hard as I could have. I mentioned to her that it would be much better sockless. She mentioned that feet are gross, and she
would be more comfortable with her socks on. I rubbed them for a bit, but then pulled her socks off, and told her that her feet didn't gross me out. I also told her that she would be able to notice the difference between having socks on, and having them off. She did not seem to catch on to the fact that I was a foot guy. I gave her feet a hard core massage, and she was happy.

We started to date pretty regularly, and things were really good. We had a lot in common, and I really liked her. There was only one problem... she was in socks more than 50% of the time. She liked massages, and would never let me take her socks off. If she was wearing sandals, then I would get to rub her bare feet. I was at the mercy of her fashion choices.

After about a month, I got frustrated and started pulling her socks off. She got pretty hot-tempered about it, and made it clear that if she was wearing socks, they were staying on. It killed me because I
had such a hard-on for her feet. However, if anything, it made me want them more. Anytime I saw her in sandals, I was estactic.

I had an in-ground pool in the backyard, and constantly insisted that we swim. That was one way of getting to see those gorgeous toes. She had to know that I had a foot fetish, but it never came up, and I could not say anything. We lasted about 6 months, but I never did anything more with her feet than rub them. It was always frustrating to have those white cotton socks encasing her feet, as her toe prints would show through, and she was a big time toe wiggler. However, my memories are fond of her. Perhaps I should have been more aggressive with the fact that I liked feet. Oh well..