I love this topic because contrary to what most 'experts' say about foot fetishes, we are not a bunch of perverts who are trying to repress feelings of sexual inadequacy. All the foot and leg men I know are very masculine, successful, and their wives are very happy. We are extremely virile because, whether they know it or not, women flaunt they're feet at work more than anything else, and WE come home extremely aroused. (How often do women you work with kick their shoes off and walk around in stockings or barefoot? Can't do that with breasts. Feet fly in under the sexual harassment radar, so we foot lovers still enjoy women the way we like them. But I digress.)

My fetish is very simple. And, by the way, I LOVE the word fetish. I love the idea that a pretty female foot can be an obsession. I'm grateful that I get so aroused so easilly, and I wouldn't change a thing. Neither would my wife who loves to turn me on with her feet.

My fetish started with my sisters and neighbors who would pin me and a girl neighbor down, strip us of our shoes and socks, and tickle us unmercifully almost everyday until my parents put a stop to it. The tickling was so stimulating that I'd get hard. When the attacks were stopped, me and the little girl next door would run off into the woods after school and play footsie games. She obviously liked the foot attention too because most of our games involved me taking her shoes and socks off and gently tickling her feet. Our favorite game was that she would pretend to be asleep and I would try to take her socks off so slowly that she wouldn't wake up. If I got them off all the way, I could keep the socks and tickle her feet. I used to be hard so much at that young age. She let me win so many of her socks that her mother got suspicious and interrogated her and finally told my mother about it. My mother grilled me and I'd showed her my stash of socks under my matress. That was the end of that.

I didn't discover foot worship until high school, but I love tickling and sock removal to this day.

My wife once asked me what it is about feet that turns me on so much, and here's what I truly believe: From my little childhood erotic games, I learned that FEMALE BARE FEET = HARD ON = EXTREME PLEASURE. It's that simple, and it works, so why mess with it. I think of a pretty foot, and I'm hard instantly.

My childhood was sexually repressed as I grew up devoutly catholic. I think the trouble I got in for my little sock stealing game made girls feet forbidden and even more of a turn-on.