I am sure there are many of you out there, like myself when I was younger, whose foot fetish is a deep dark secret you dare not reveal to anyone for fear of being humiliated.

Almost 25 years ago after I graduated college with no girlfriend in sight and too shy to approach anyone to talk, much less reveal my fetish to, God forbid, I got an idea. I would call women over 18 on the phone and pretend I was conducting a survey about foot health and foot care and ask women very non-threatening questions about their feet. If there was the slightest resistance, I would hang up. I am not into obscene phone calls or upsetting anyone. In any event, in the beginning, I was so turned on, I think most women sensed it and hung up in anticipation of an obscene phone call, but I perseverd and eventually got very good at concealing how turned on I was while I talked to these women about their feet. Little did they know that I was sitting there naked from the waist down, stroking a very fat 8 inch cock as they talked about their feet.

In the beginning, for a women just to mention her feet in any way made me cum, but as time went on I got better and better and lengthened my survey. I would start off very innocently like, "Have you ever been to a foot doctor before?" "When?" "For What?" "Are you conscious of your foot care?" "In what ways?" "What do you do for your feet?"

If the person was still with me, I would gradually introduce more sexual questions about their feet like, "Do you paint your toe nails?" "What kinds of sandals do you like?" "Do you ever wear an ankle bracelet?" "Toe ring?" "Do you think anyone actually notices your feet?" "What do they say?" And so forth. Eventually I'd ask if they ever heard of the term, "foot fetish?" and if so, "Where?" "What does it mean to you?" And so on again.

Now, rather than hanging up on me, I began to notice that a lot of women were really getting into the conversation and were even getting turned on. They began to reveal the most intimate things to me about their husbands, boyfriends, ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends who had foot fetishes and what they liked to do to their feet. I soon realized that it was a release for them as well and they wanted to talk about it because they had never discussed it with anyone before. Some said they really got off on having their feet kissed or toes sucked and were looking for reassurance that it was OK.

So you see, a lot of women are just like us as far as their feet go. They like foot sex and think guys will think they are strange for liking it. My rule on the phone is that I am always totally honest and will hang up if I encounter the least bit of resistance, fear, anger, etc. I want to talk to women who will freely talk about their feet or what they like done to them. I always get the inevitable question, "Do you have a foot fetish?" Or, "Are you getting off on this conversation?"

In both instances I always say, "Yes. Do you mind?" If they say that they do mind, I tell them that I am sorry and hang up. But I am amazed at how many, not only don't mind, but actually go on further and ask me questions about how long have I liked feet and how did it start, what kind of feet do I like, etc. I began to notice a profile developing. What I found was that women who painted their toes usually liked foot massages, while if they wore an ankle bracelet too, they really liked it and possbily more. But if they wore a toe ring, too they definately liked more than a foot massage. But the big thing was if a women pained her toes and not her fingers, wore an ankle brcelet and a toe ring, she invariably loved foot sex.

So in my phone calls, I would establish those things first and if a women fit the profile, I could get sexual with her much sooner in the conversation. I I sensed that they were turned on, I would ask them if they were turned on and if they said, "Yes," I'd let them know it was ok and asked what they would like to do about it. Now, I know many of you are going to find this hard to believe, but it is absolutely true. Over the last 25 years, I have had no fewer than 20 women ask me, a total stranger at the time, to come over to their house or apartment and make love to their feet.

This is how I met my friend Johanna whom I have know for almost 20 years and who I have written about. She gives me a footjob without fail every two weeks and calls and leaves me sexy messages about her feet and what she would like me to do to them which never fails to get me off.

This is another rule. Never do anything to a woman's foot unless she asks you or you get permission. Do not force yourself on anyone. Now I think you can see where this is heading. Once you undersand the profile, you can approach women in public and engage them in conversation. I always use the "I am lost" routine, which older women love because they see you as a helpless litte boy and this appeals to their maternal instinct. Then I compliment their shoes which are probably strappy sandals, though I find that women who wear thongs think their feet are sexier. Then their toe nail color, foot jewelry etc.

It amazes me how many of these women will freely accept my invitation to lunch as I reach for their foot under the table. Asking to see it, they do not resist as I slip off their shoe. I place their foot right on my throbbing dick, which I free from my pants. We then might head to a movie where in the darkness of the theatre, I can make love to her feet.

I had one gal I talked to as she waited for a bus. I could see her melting as I slipped off her thong and began to fondle her feet which were as smooth as sllk, but the bus came and she told me she had an important appointment.

So my friends, you can have anything you want if you handle it right and are nice and honest at all times. I would be interested in hearing from anyone who applies these tactics to meet women. Let me know.

Meanwhile, I have a friend with the most gorgeous size 6 1/2 feet you would ever want to see. She keeps them perfectly pedicured and always paints her toes, but not her fingers. I came out of the closet with her about my lust for her feet. I will have to tell you about that next time.

Later,

BobFootnut