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Monday, October 16, 2006

So, Lola doesn’t get the appeal of the foot job. Since she’s been asked to administer one, she’s collating opinion.

What’s to get? Like any other fetish, it provides that unique sensation necessary for sexual satisfaction. I’m not sure you can make any sense out of it, any more than you can any other behavioral wrinkle.

This brings to mind a long-ago discussion I had with an acquaintance who went for this sort of thing. Typically, the fetish fixation involved specifics bordering on the ridiculous. Not just any female feet would do for this guy — they had to be the right shape (not too big, not too small, well-defined), right skin tone (tanned, but not too tanned), right toe structure (length of individual digits had to match up a certain way), and of course, the perfect nail polish (bubble-gum pink). It struck me that the quest for the ideal feet is as much the obsession for these types as is the (improbable) discovery.

Everyone’s got their preferences. For myself, I try to keep my crotch foot-free. Especially when it comes to the random kick.

by Costa Tsiokos, Mon 10/16/2006 11:55:55 PM
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  1. [...] Costa Tsiokos remembers a discussion with a fellow with an obsession: Not just any female feet would do for this guy — they had to be the right shape (not too big, not too small, well-defined), right skin tone (tanned, but not too tanned), right toe structure (length of individual digits had to match up a certain way), and of course, the perfect nail polish (bubble-gum pink). It struck me that the quest for the ideal feet is as much the obsession for these types as is the (improbable) discovery. [...]

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